"I'm surprised you came for dinner tonight, I thought you were still mad at me." Lyla confessed as she retreated into the living room where Tim was waiting for her. He was sitting on the couch, nursing a beer.

"It's really hard to stay mad at you." He smirked as he watched her sit beside him on the couch. She turned to him, pulling one of her legs up under her and resting her glass of red wine on her knee.

"Can't stay mad at the one's you love." She noted. Lyla looked up at him through her lashes and she saw him move closer to her. Tim had a sly grin playing on his face like he was up to no good.

She watched as he lowered his head down to hers, resting his forehead on hers. She breathed him in and calmness filled within her. Lyla was at ease, she had no thoughts on her mind was at ease, she had no thoughts on her mind, just him.

"What are you trying to say, Garrity?" Tim asked as he raised an eyebrow. They were now inches from each other and they leaned in towards each other.

"I think you know." She said suggestively.

"I'm blank, give me some hints." Tim drew a smirk. She was ready to play this game with him; she knew exactly what he was up to.

She slid closer to him and leaned in so her mouth was beside his ear and whispered. "I want you." She reached up and weaved her fingers into his hair. She started kissing his neck from under his ear and dragged kissed down to his collar bone and back up. "I want this, with you." She kissed her way along his jaw and hovered above his lips. He leaned forward but she was swift enough to move before their lips met. She moved to the other side, kissing and nibbling his jaw. Her hands slipped under his shirt and were feeling their way up his muscular chest.

Tim had finally had enough of the teasing and grabbed her head and brought his lips to finally meet her. Lyla was surprised of his actions and was momentarily paralyzed. She felt him smile against her lips, knowing he had figured he had a hold on her. Settling into the kiss, she felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest. She hadn't felt this way about a man in years, five years to be exact. She pushed him away to look him in the eye. "I love you, Tim Riggins."

Tim smiled and his eyes glowed. "I love you too, Lyla Garrity." He pulled her back into him as they continued their kiss but after a second she pulled herself away.

"But, you have to go." She said.

Tim looked confused and hurt. "I don't understand."

"I'm with Jordan; I don't want to start anything with you while I'm with him. Then I have to tell Carter everything. I Love you, Tim, and I want to do this right." She explained as she stood up.

Lyla began to walk to the door and realized Tim was still processing everything. He looked up at her and finally got up off the couch and walked over to her. She opened the door and stood in the doorway. "We'll figure this out and we'll be together." Tim said and then he kissed her.

"What's going on?" She heard a voice coming from outside. She tore away from the kiss to find Jordan standing on the walkway holding a bouquet of flowers.

"What does it look like?" Tim replied stepping forward out of the doorway.

"Looks like you're kissing my girl." Jordan said as he closed the gap between himself and Tim.

"Guy's." Lyla interjected as she walked over to where the two men stood.

"She's not you're girl anymore." Tim said.

"Yeah, 'cause you stole her right out from under me."

"I didn't steal her, and she was never yours to begin with."

"What do you think you're doing? You can't just walk in here after being gone for five years and steal my family right out from under me!" Jordan shouted.

"Looks like I just did." Tim smirked; pleased to know he was getting under Jordan's skin.

With that comment, Jordan dropped the flowers he was holding and pulled his right fist back and shot it forward, connecting to Tim's jaw.

"Tim!" Lyla screamed as she stepped towards Tim but she was too late, he had already lunged forward at Jordan. Tim tackled him to the ground and was on top of Jordan; He leaned back and punched him at the side of his face. Reaching back his then connected with his jaw and jabbed at him a few more times. "Tim, stop!" Lyla grabbed his arm and tried to pull him to his feet.

Tim realized what he was doing and felt Lyla pulling at him and he stood up brushing off his jeans of any dirt. Lyla ran over to Jordan to help him up off the ground and studied his eye and lip. She turned around to look at Tim and said, "I think you should go." Tim didn't bother to apologize or stick around; instead he stormed off without saying another word.

"Here, let's get you inside." Lyla said as she held his hands to his face to try and stop the bleeding. She led him into the kitchen and placed him in a chair as she went to get cloths, cleaning supplies and band aids. Once all the supplied were collected she set them on the table and pulled another chair up so she was face to face with him.

Lyla worked quietly on cleaning up the blood from Jordan's face, he occasionally made a sour face but didn't bother to break the silence. "It's not as bad as I thought." Lyla spoke up as she released his face and looked at her handy work. He had a small cut above his eye and another on his cheek bone and a split lip. She had placed band aids over the two cuts to help stop the bleeding.

"Next time, remind me not to get into a fight with an NFL full back." He smiled at her.

"I'll try." She laughed. She finished up by rubbing the remaining blood off his face. "There, all done."

"Can we talk?" He asked, suddenly turning serious.

"Sure." She nodded.

"So you and Tim Riggins? What's going on with that?" He asked.

"I love him. I know that we have barely spent any time together, but when I'm with him he just makes me so happy. Tim is amazing with Carter, they get along so well. It just feels like we're picking up from where we left off five years ago when he left. I have grown up and so has he, but we just click." Lyla confessed. She never realized she was holding her feelings in but it felt good to let it all out.

"What about us? We're engaged, we have a son." Jordan asked. He leaned closer to her and grabbed her hands and held them in his. "I thought we were happy."

"We were happy, but being together, it never felt right. It felt like I was forcing you into what I wanted you to be, into a husband and a father. I love you, Jordan. I'm just not in love with you and I don't think I have been for quite some time now." Lyla sat up straighter, she was trying hard to make things easier on him.

"So just like that we're done?" He questioned.

"Yes."

"What about my son?" Jordan let go of her hands rather quickly and stood up.

She followed suit, grabbing his wrist so he would look at her. "He was never really your son, and I'm so thankful that you treated him like your own. You've been there since the beginning, but we both know it felt more like an obligation more than anything. It feels like you had to get along with him to please me, to be with me. It was a package deal and you were ready to settle, I don't want you to settle, Jordan."

He stood there stunned. "So you're kicking me out of my own house, out of your life, and out of Carters life?"

'I'll find a new place to stay, just please, and give me some time. You can still be in our lives, just not like before."

Jordan was quiet for a few seconds, mulling over what he was going to do next. "I can't believe this."

"I'm sorry, Jordan."

"You can stay here, keep the house, and keep everything. I'm going to move back to Austin and you can keep your life here without having me interrupt things." He finally said. Jordan turned around and headed for the door.

"Jordan, wait!" Lyla called out for him. She caught him at the front door and pulled him to face her. "Here." She pulled the ring off from her left finger and handed it to him, it wouldn't feel right to keep it.

"Thanks." He said as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Goodbye, Lyla." Jordan turned around and headed out the front door and out of her life.

Lyla was upset that she was losing her best friend of the past five years. Tears started rolling down her cheeks and she couldn't stop them as it finally sunk in that he was gone for good. She retreated upstairs to her bed and jumped in, not caring she was still dressed in her clothes. Curling up underneath, she let all the tears fall as she mourned the loss of her best friend and partner of the last five years.

A/N: Hey y'all. I am severely lacking motivation for this story and could barely start this chapter. I feel like I my have thrown them together too soon, this is not what I had planned for this chapter but I wanted to get the story going so I can finally finish with it. There's probably only going to be a few chapters left, but don't worry it will be worth while. Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, please review and if you have any suggestions, let me know. :)