A/N: Please don't hate me for taking so damn long to update. I got on a roll with other fics I was writing and completely neglected this one. But I'm back! The next chapter is the last, I'm sad to say. But I hope you enjoy this one, and as always, I love reviews!

Disclaimer: Umm, I don't own anything. Except for Tanya and Dawn.

"This fax just came in from the Gershwin," said Tanya as she walked briskly into Cathy's office. "Bill needs these signed by the end of the day, and I brought you coffee" she said brightly placing the porcelain cup in front of a dazed looking Cathy, who continued to stare at papers in front of her with her hand in her chin.

"Cathy?"

"Huh? What? Yeah. Coffee. Papers. Gershwin," Cathy rubbed her face to wake herself up. "Thanks, Tanya."

"Everything okay?" the curly haired assistant asked as she took a pencil from her ear, scribbling something on her yellow pad. "You seem…"

"Completely consumed by wedding details? I am. I've been staring at roses and lilies for the past hour and cannot decide what's the best for the centerpieces. Then I have a huge list of caterers I have to go through, bridesmaids' dresses," she let out an exasperated sigh before plopping her head on the desk. "Get married for me," Cathy whimpered.

"To Tristan Tucker? Don't tempt me, boss."

Cathy looked up with a smile. "I'm lucky, I know. It's just if it were up to me I wouldn't have a big wedding. I got that when I married Jamie, it feels unnecessary now."

Tanya smiled sympathetically. "Just breathe and enjoy, Cathy. Bottom line: you're getting married to a very handsome, very successful author who is crazy about you."

Look how that turned out last time, Cathy bitterly thought.

"Plus, do you really want to pass up the opportunity to have Noah as a ring bearer?" The two women laughed and Cathy felt suddenly much more at ease. Tanya rushed back to her desk at the sound of the phone ringing.

"Cathy, Jamie on line 1 for you," Tanya called back.

"Thanks Jane," Cathy called out before pressing the blinking red button on her phone. "Hey, how's it going?"

"I'm doing okay. Other than obnoxious editors breathing down my neck," Jamie's voice rang out in a laugh over the receiver. "I was just returning your call."

"Oh, right. Look, I'm sorry to do this to you, but I was wondering if you could watch Noah tonight. Tristan and I are looking at reception halls and I have no idea how long it'll be. Would that be okay?'

There was a slight pause on Jamie's end before he cleared his throat.

"Normally, I would. But I sort of have a date."

Cathy's eyes widened and her mouth went dry. "Oh," she squeaked. "Well yeah, that's fine. I mean of course it's fine, not like you need my permission. I'll just find a sitter."

"Thanks. Listen, I've got another call coming in, but I'll talk to you soon?"

"Yeah, sure" she stammered. "Bye." She hung up and sat staring at the phone in bewilderment. Something tugged at her heart that felt oddly like jealousy, but she pushed it down, and returned her attention to the numerous pictures of flowers in front of her.

xxx

"And writing is like, my life you know? It's like therapy, except cheaper. And your writing, it just speaks to me. Really, it's like, inspirational," the redhead gazed at Jamie with big eyes, her voice dripping with the new-age crap that he so hated. He was downing his third glass of wine while Dawn continued to talk incessantly. It was not the best start to his return to the dating world, but it was a start nonetheless. And a thirty-something hippie was better than pining over his newly engaged ex-wife. He was lost in thought over when exactly his life had turned so complicated when he heard his name.

"Jamie?"

He regained his focus and saw Dawn peering at him with worried eyes.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I'm just sensing a really negative energy coming from you," she said as she waved her around Jamie. He rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Look, as much as I hate to cut this night short, my son is…sick," he lied. "And I should really go take care of him."

"You have a kid?" Dawn asked in amazement. "I totally did not get the dad vibe from you!"

"Yeah, I do, so uhh, it was nice meeting you," Jamie got up quickly and grabbed his jacket hanging on his chair. He pulled two twenties from his wallet and threw them down on the table.

"That should take care of the bill, and have a nice life," he walked quickly away from the table, ignoring the shouts of "Hey!" coming from Dawn. He knew it was a far from polite way to end the date, but he couldn't bear the thought of staying any longer. This was not how he pictured the future: a series of bad dates while the woman he really loved became increasingly close to being remarried. It was now or never to tell her how he felt, and he hoped with all his might he wasn't too late.

He hailed down a cab and instructed it to go to Cathy's place. They arrived in no time, and he swiftly made his way to her door, pushing back everything in his head that was telling him not to go through with it.. Soon after he knocked, she opened the door, surprise splashing across her face at the sight of him.

"Jamie, what are you—" and before she could finish, he pulled her to him and kissed her, letting out every emotion he had held back since she had re-entered his life.