During the next two months Lydia had been becoming increasingly agitated. She had a short temper and was easily upset. Beetlejuice had no idea what was going on with her and she wasn't telling him anything. He took off work early hoping that what he had in store would cheer her up.

Lydia was a nervous wreck at work. Every day she was getting calls from John and having flowers sent up to her. She took every bouquet and threw them out, tearing up the cards. Each and every one said how sorry he was and that he wanted another chance with her, that he was nothing without her. She wanted to tell him that she was married, but she was afraid that he would do something to Beetlejuice. John wasn't the nicest person when he didn't get what he wanted and Lydia had discovered that first hand.

One night when they were dating he wanted to go to a movie, but they had already made plans to see meet up with some friends. He threw a huge fit and when she laughed at him, he slapped her across the face. Of course after he did it he felt so guilty that he cried, but Lydia knew after that it would never be the same and when she found out she was pregnant he immediately left. She knew that when John wanted something he did whatever he could to get it. He would figure out some way to hurt Beetlejuice and she couldn't allow that so she kept silent and her silence was killing her.

She received a call from Martha who told her that Beetlejuice had picked up Kiera so she didn't have to stop by. She picked up her things and headed for home not bothering to pick up the phone that was ringing when she left.

"Beej? Where's Kiera?" Lydia asked when she walked in the door. She didn't hear an answer so she walked down the hall to her bedroom. When she flicked on the light there was a large white box in the middle of her bed. She put down her purse and opened it up. There nestled in a few sheets of white tissue paper was the most beautiful dress she'd ever seen in her life. She carefully lifted it out watching the color shimmer like red wine in her hands.

"What do you think?" Beetlejuice asked from the doorway. Lydia turned and her heart stopped. He had on a new suit, black with the faintest pinstripe and a deep purple shirt and black tie.

"It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen Beetlejuice, but why?" She asked. He smiled at her and shook his head.

"Well the first answer is because we're going out tonight. Martha is taking care of Kiera for the night so we can go out. I called her up this afternoon so she would call you. The second reason is because you deserve it Babes." He said. Lydia felt the tears come to her eyes as she looked at the dress then back at him.

"You really are the best BJ." She said and threw her arms around him. He smiled and hugged her back. He kissed her on her temple and held her at arms length.

"Get ready Lyds, we're going to have a good time tonight." He squeezed her hands and left her.

Lydia stared at herself in the mirror. She had carefully curled and pinned her hair up letting small ringlets fall around her face to her shoulders. The dress was a halter top with an empire cut allowing the silk to slid down her petite frame. The deep maroon highlighted her porcelain skin and rich dark hair. She used smoky colors on her eyes and a lipstick that matched the dress on her face. She slid on a pair of black strappy stilettos that crossed and wrapped around her ankle. She felt like a queen as she walked out into the living room.

Beetlejuice knew that Lydia would be gorgeous in the dress, but he had never imagined she would be this gorgeous.

"Well?" She asked nervous about what he was going to say.

"You are stunningly beautiful Lydia." He said proffering his arm to her. She let out the breath that she was holding and smiled taking his arm.

"Where are we going?" She asked when he hailed for a taxi.

"The Water Club." He told the driver. Lydia had never been there, but the lawyers in the office raved about it.

"Beej, this is beautiful." She said when they sat down at their table. The East River sparkled in the moonlight as they looked out the windows.

"I was hoping you'd like it." He said holding up his wine glass. Lydia smiled and held hers up.

"To...friendship." He said smiling. She softly tapped her glass against his and took a drink. She wanted to tell him about John, but tonight was too special to ruin it. She would wait, tonight she wanted to be Cinderella.

"Lydia, I know that you've been under a lot of stress over the past few weeks. I was hoping that you'd let me in on what's been bothering you. I know it's more than work." He asked. She saw the concern in his eyes and she melted. It wasn't fair when he looked at her like that.

"No, it's more than work, but I don't want to ruin tonight okay? I'll tell you I promise, just not tonight." She was pleading with him and he saw it. He just nodded and sighed. She wanted tonight, she could have it. He would make sure she told him what was going on soon enough.

"Kiera's birthday will be coming up next month. It's hard to believe that she will be a year old." Lydia said smiling softly as they walked away from the restaurant.

"We should do something special for her."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but we'll figure something out." Beetlejuice said smiling. Lydia sighed.

"She's growing up so fast, it seems like just yesterday she was so tiny and helpless. Now she is starting to do things on her own and soon she'll be talking and walking." Lydia had a flash of when she had first delivered Kiera. She was exhausted and tired, but as soon as the doctors put that little baby in her arms she felt like dancing. Her father and Delia had come up to see her, but they didn't stay long. She had been on her own for the delivery, few friends came by and offered her their congratulations.

"It was hard on you wasn't it?" Beetlejuice asked softly. Lydia nodded and looked out to the river.

"Dad and Delia were still mad at me that I had dropped out of school because I got pregnant. I was alone, even in the delivery room I was alone. It seemed like no one cared about me or my new baby." She had pain in her voice that Beetlejuice couldn't bear to hear. He reached out to take her hand and she gave it to him and she smiled as she looked at her ring.

"Who would have thought that the ghost that used me to save himself would turn out to be so wonderful and to love my child."

"Who knew I had it in me?" He said smiling at her. She laughed and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. Beetlejuice didn't say anything more as they walked. She never said loved her, she just said loved her child. He certainly loved Kiera and he made sure she knew that, but was he showing her that he loved her as well? Lydia had so many walls put up that she had blinded herself. He was slowly breaking them down and he knew that if he outright told her that he loved her she would deny it. He had to make her see it first. He'd been patient with her, not coming on too strong even when she looked irresistible. He smiled to himself at that thought. She always looked irresistible to him. She could be flat on her back, sicker than a dog and he'd still want to make love to her.