Lillian's P.O.V.

Spending my days with Chelsea was a blast. Each morning I'd meet her outside my home, she would watch me do my chores and kept insisting she could help. I never let her lift a finger, as this was a small vacation. But no matter what I said she would make me food every afternoon.

"So how's Vaughn dealing with the stress of the baby?" I asked the morning of the animal festival. I wasn't entering as I didn't even own a sheep, but I was going to cheer her on.

"As not as well as one would think. He's constantly worried about me doing anything that isn't watering crops, but it's kind of adorable." She admitted with a grin. "Every morning he talks to my stomach, insisting the baby can hear him."

"I'd pay good money to see Mr. calm-and-collected make a huge fuss over you." I said as I collected the eggs from the chickens' nests.

"It gets less funny with each passing day." She said dryly.

"I can see that." I looked over at my friend. As amusing as it sounded having Vaughn constantly worry over her, it still seemed like it could easily annoying. "So when are you leaving exactly?" The fact that she was gone for almost a week must've been killing Vaughn. He hadn't been away from her for an extended period of time ever since they became engaged, which was over three years ago.

"Shortly after the festival ends." I pouted at this. "I know it sucks, but I don't think Vaughn can last much longer. He's probably worried sick already." She followed behind me as I left the chicken coop.

"He does call every damn day."

"And it hasn't even been a week yet." She added. He was so reserved when he came to the Islands but as soon as he warmed up to Chelsea his personality shifted for the better. He was still quiet, but he was much more open and expressive.

"You really did get a good one." I sighed and refilled my watering can. I watered my window boxes, hoping to get them blooming for once.

"You'll get a great guy one day." She reassured, hugging me tightly, making me lose my balance slightly. Large amounts of water spilled out of the can and onto the flowers I was trying to water. "Trust me."

"If you say so." I rolled my eyes and laughed a little.

Up at the mountain top I sat under a tree and I watched everyone walk by with their sheep. Chelsea and her Suffolk, Lana. Ash followed behind her with his sheep, Seth. Bringing up the rear was Georgia with her lamb Cotton. Everyone lined up next to one another as most of the Bluebell villagers watched Rutger begin the judging. I cheered for Chelsea quietly, not wanting to offend my other friends. The mayor inspected every inch of the sheep, looking for any signs of superb care.

"In third place, Cotton the lamb and Georgia." Rutger stepped towards the farmhand and shook her hand. "In second place, Lana and Chelsea." He walked over towards Ash before he spoke again. "And our winner, is Ash and Seth. Congratulations." The crowd cheered, and I politely applauded. "I'd like to thank everyone for attending, and I hope you enjoy this season's festival. May the participants stick around so I can hand out the prizes?" The crowd started to disappear after the mayor finished speaking. Everyone left in the groups they arrived in. Only Cheryl and I stuck around. Georgia received some high-end treats, Chelsea was awarded a small medal, while Ash got some perfume and a trophy. I watched as Cheryl bombarded her brother with hugs, clearly excited that he won.

Chels sauntered over to me, leading the sheep by a long leash. "Sorry you didn't win." I said.

"It's all good. I still have this medal to prove that Lana's pretty damn good." She gave me a grin and offered her hand to help me up, I didn't need it but I took it nonetheless. As soon as I was on my feet she hugged me.

"You have to go now, huh?" I asked as rested my head on her shoulder.

"I do, but you'll be back on the island soon, right?" I nodded slightly, remembering that it was almost mid summer again. "Besides, I left you a going away present at your house."

"Thanks Chels." I hugged her tighter than called for but not nearly as much as I wanted to.

When I returned home from seeing Chelsea off, I changed into my pajamas immediately. It was a long day but I was happy. After only a few minutes of being home I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I called from my kitchen. I was making toast and tea for myself when I heard the knocking. I looked around the corner to see Cam standing in my doorway. I was surprised by how late he came over considering the fact that he was a morning person. "What'cha need buddy?" My words slurred together a bit due to drowsiness. Once he fully entered my home I became hyper-aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but a tank top and cotton shorts.

"I came by to thank you for the cookies and for cleaning my hat." He tugged on his hat and looked away from me.

"No problem. I just thought you wouldn't want the wool to stain. Besides, I was the one who pulled you down in to the mud after all." I giggled a little, leaning against the wall that separated my kitchen from my living-room. "Sorry about my appearance. I, uh, got an early start so I'm a little tired." I tugged at the frayed hem of my teal shorts.

"It's fine." He looked in my direction but still avoided my line of sight.

"I just wish I had known you didn't like sweets." I muttered.

"That's alright." He shut the door behind him as he walked towards me.

"I guess it's the thought that counts, right?" He nodded. "You want some dinner and or tea?" I offered, disappearing into the other room.

"Uh, sure." He said, his footsteps were close behind as he followed me. I gestured for him to take a seat at my kitchen table. "I noticed your flower boxes are wilting. If you needed help taking care of them all you had to do was ask."

"I didn't know I could." I threw some more pieces of bread in my toaster. "How do you like your tea?"

"Straight." I poured the two cups of tea. "You didn't know you could ask me about flowers?" He remarked. I understood how ridiculous that seemed now that I heard it aloud.

"I know, I know, it sounds silly." I laughed slightly and set the cups in front of him, beside my sugar packets and creamer. I took a seat across from him and assembled my drink. My tea contained four sugars and a quarter of it was milk, his was black and bitter.

"How do you drink that? It's like liquid sugar." I looked up at him from behind my bangs, he was disgusted by the concept of my sweet drink.

"Easily, it's essentially a home-made latte and it's delicious." I took a huge sip of the makeshift latte. "Besides it's chai so it's naturally a little sweeter than most other teas."

"Thanks for the tea." He said as he took his mug. It was nice, sitting quietly with Cam. I didn't mind that I was in an old white tank-top and ratty shorts. Ever since that muddy night we had been much more comfortable around one another. He had started to come out of his shell more and more; and I liked that. "How'd you know my favorite flower?"

"Huh?" I looked up from my drink, surprised by the sudden topic change. "What do you mean?"

"My hat. You made it smell like heather."

"I thought it, wasn't it lavender?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Same thing." He corrected me quickly. "But how did you know?"

"I always see tons of it by your store so I thought you'd like it." I shrugged. I heard that 'pop' of the toast flying up and stood. "Food's done."

"Thank you." I smiled at him, knowing full well that my food barely counted as a meal. "You know, if you want something other than wildflowers I can make you a bouquet any time you'd like."

"That sounds wonderful." I grinned. "Want any jam?"

"Jam?" I realized that this was the first time he was witness to my lack of culinary skills.

"Yeah. For the toast." He eyed me for a moment clearly confused as to why toast was my dinner.

"No thank you. It's too sweet." I shook my head. Like Laney said, sweets weren't for him. I pulled the hot slices out of the toaster and stacked them on a large plate. I took one of my few knives and the last of my butter and brought everything to the table. He gingerly grabbed the top piece of hot toast and started to butter it.

"Sorry about my unimpressive meal. I can't cook all that well." I felt the need to explain seeing as he was always around Howard and Laney's cooking.

"I always wondered why you ate so many meals at the cafe." He took a small bite out of the corner of the bread, crumbs falling onto the dingy white table.

"That's part of it. Howard's food is also delicious, so it's hard to pass it up."

"How would you survive if he wasn't here?"

"I do just fine with toast and runny eggs thank you." Childishly I stuck my tongue out, which made him chuckle. "So aside from criticizing my lifestyle choices what brings you by?" Clearly this jogged his memory. He was about to speak when I heard a pounding at my door. "Who on earth?" I muttered as I walked to the over room, Cam standing up at the table. I had no idea why he was standing. "Who is it?" I opened my front door to see an unwanted face. "Goddamn it." I hissed as I looked up at my ex-fiancée standing in my doorway.