We hadn't realized how late it was. Their reactions varied. Homer yelled "Onya!", Fi gasped, covering her mouth with her hand laughing, Gavin scrunched up his face before pretending to throw up, Pang had pretty much the same reaction as Gavin and so did Phillip and Paul, Intira said "Aww" then smiled sweetly at us both. This only made me blush a deeper shade of red than I already was. Lee hung his head in embarrassment, neither of us bothering to untangle ourselves. Fi cleared her throat and said "Go on, off to bed, we've caused enough embarrassment for one night. Gradually she got the kids into pajama's, teeth brushed and in bed.

I sat there in a giggling fit, which was slightly on the verge of hysteria. First I was giggling, then went to laughing and then at last began to cry. Boy did I cry. The only consolation was that somehow we managed to untangle ourselves and in which he had me crying into his chest. These tears were for my parents, Robyn, Corrie and Mrs. Macca. They were also for what we'd been through and everything that's happened since. These were tears that at long last escaped. The last time I cried was about a month after my parents deaths. Unlike last time, I wasn't alone.

Fi and Homer must have decided it wasn't a good idea to disturb, as they never emerged from getting the kids to bed. My tears eventually dried up and I sat slightly, seeing how soaked Lee's work shirt was from my tears.

"I'm sorry…" I mumbled. Lee didn't say a word, instead, he continued rubbing my back, holding me until my sniffles had stopped for a good ten minutes. Lee laid down and pulled me into his lap. I heard Fi go around and turn all the lights off and soon I was drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to the soft snores of Lee and the extremely loud snores from Homer in the next room. My neck was stiff and sore and my arm had gone to sleep. I shook my arm, trying to get more feeling back into it, which woke Lee up. I kissed his lips lightly when his eyes were fully open. He smiled, sitting up a little and kissed me in return.

I looked over at the clock in the kitchen and sat upright. We'd slept through half the day! Lee rubbed his eyes, then looked to where I was looking. He groaned and mumbled "Shit." A movement caught my eye from the kitchen. Fi was placing flowers in a vase and was rearranging them.

"Why didn't you wake us?" I asked, standing up slowly.

"You looked peaceful and well…comfortable. Homer got the kids to school and now he's in town having a look around.." I sighed. She did so much for us; I'd miss her when she leaves.

"Thank you." I waddled into the kitchen, still a little stiff and flicked on the jug, then pulled out two mugs. Lee was already walking into the office, making a call to his boss. I felt sorry for him to have to explain why he'd be late. I yawned feeling the effects of the uncomfortable couch. I swore right then that I would never sleep on that couch again. After a few moments, Lee walked back out with a frown on his face.

"If I'm late one more time, I'm fired." He grumbled and grabbed the coffee I'd just made. He slouched in his chair, looking into the depths of his coffee, as if searching for something. I made a coffee for myself and sat in the chair opposite him.

"They won't fire you, they won't get rid of a great employee." He sighed taking a sip from his mug.

"Yeah, your right…"

"I'm always right." He almost smiled.

Lee had to wait for Homer to return as we only had one car. I was angry that he'd taken it, but thankful that he had got the kids to school. I wondered how much Fi had done and decided it was probably her that got them ready, not Homer.

Homer walked in casually after what seemed like an eternity and Lee took off.

The three of us spent the afternoon playing silly little games. I often caught Homer gazing at Fi and Fi unconsciously reaching out and taking Homer's hand. Fi shook her head at me when I opened my mouth to ask.

I made one decision while we spent the day mucking around, chasing each other around the apartment. I wasn't going to hold Lee back from living his life, so in saying that I had decided I'd say he could go. The mission was set for tonight. One member from Wirrawee was going to ride a motorbike into Stratton. He would arrive around 10 pm (we weren't given his name) and then the three of them would take off.

I sat at the kitchen table arguing with Homer about only two people going. Surely it was less of a risk if only two went. Deep down I was trying to make excuses for Lee not to go, but knew my mind was made up. He argued that there should be three, two to sneak up close and one for back up in case something went wrong. I had to admit, he was right, which only made me scowl internally.

So when Lee returned home from work at 10 minutes past five, I told him he could go. I could see the excitement in his eyes when he asked if I was sure.

At 10 pm, the guy arrived right on cue and within another couple of minutes they were off. I couldn't help but feel my stomach drop. I knew it wasn't a dangerous mission, but things could still go wrong; and they did.

Fi and I decided we'd sit up and wait for them to return. The plan was to spend a few hours watching and when they thought they'd seen all they could, they'd drive back here. They'd taken my car with them to get to across town and would be back by 3 am.

Fi sat on the couch and I sat on the floor while she did my hair. It'd been a long time since the last time we'd done this. In fact it was probably months and months ago. She'd come from the city like she did this time and helped out around the farm, well, the house anyway. To her credit she did do a few odds and ends outside, but she felt more comfortable inside cooking meals, doing the washing and generally cleaning up.

While sitting watching TV, I couldn't help but continuously watch the clock.

"Hold still." She'd grumble while trying to braid my hair. I sighed and obeyed her. We were watching some late night gardening program, but we weren't really paying much attention. We mainly talked about boys and school and generally teenage girls like to discuss.

"What was that move Homer pulled today? Are you back together?" She seemed to take forever and I realized she was blushing.

"Homer insisted I take your bed and he sleep on the floor as you and Lee had the couch and he reckoned it would feel weird sleeping in Lee's bed. I felt bad and told him he could sleep in the bed with me as long as he kept his hands to himself." She paused, concentrating on a hard point in braiding my hair, then continued after a moment. "Well he did keep his hands to himself. Then we started talking…you know about why our relationship ended and where it went wrong, then he caught me off guard. He admitted he still liked me the same way he did in the old days and that was it. We agreed to try again, you know, start fresh."

I was completely shocked, I had no idea what to say. I jumped up and hugged her tightly. "Oh Fi! That's fantastic!" We spent a good half an hour giggling and laughing about silly immature things, like how big Lee was and the noises she'd heard which had me blushing a deep shade of red.

Fi was right in the middle of telling me about she'd tripped over a drunken teacher on a school camp, when Homer barged through the door.