Emily was released from the hospital the next day. Her shoulder would be back to normal within a month. Murphy had to cook for her, feed her, shower her, and dress her. It was deja-vu for him.

'What's the matter with Murphy?' asked Isabelle.

'He's having a major case of deja-vu,' said Rocco, 'he did this after the twins were released from the hospital.'

'He took care o' 'er,' said Connor, 'I did tha same thing wit' Rebecca.'

'He fed her, bathed her, dressed her, everything,' said Rebecca, 'even after the hospital we were still weak.'

'It must be hard for him,' said Jane, 'having to do that all over again.'

'Ow…'

'Sorry, love.'

Emily winced as Murphy tried to stretch her leg out. Her legs were still mangled from having them broken so many times.

'Could you please be more careful with me, Murphy?' she asked.

'I'm tryin',' said Murphy, 'yer leg got mangled all ta shit.'

'You haven't done this before, have you?' asked Emily.

'Wit' Connor I 'ave,' said Murphy, 'but yer leg's been broken so many times an' not treated properly.'

'I hear you on that,' said Emily, 'I'm still getting used to not being scared.'

'I don' blame ye, Lass,' said Murphy, 'not fer one second.'

Emily laughed a small laugh. She winced.

'Careful, Em,' said Murphy, 'don' hurt yerself.'

Emily winced again. Murphy sighed.

'Let me run ye a bath,' he said, 'tha' might loosen ye up a bit.'

Emily nodded slowly, feeling nervous.

Murphy scooped Emily up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He turned on the water, making it luke warm.

Emily watched Murphy carefully, her head swimming with fear.

As soon as the tub was full, Murphy gently placed Emily in the water. He poured water over her hair so he could wash it for her.

Emily closed her eyes as Murphy washed her hair. After it was rinsed and repeated, he put the conditioner in her hair. He grabbed the body wash and washed Emily's body all over. When he went to wash her vagina, Emily freaked.

'NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!'

'Will ye hold fuckin' still?' said Murphy, trying to grab Emily.

Emily didn't calm down. She backed into a corner of the tub, shaking like a leaf.

'Emily…' whispered Murphy, 'I'm not gonna hurt ye…'

'Don't touch me…' whispered Emily, tears streaming down her eyes, 'don't…'

'Em…'

'You're gonna hurt me,' sobbed Emily, 'please don't touch me.'

'I'm not gonna hurt ye, Emily,' said Murphy.

'How can I trust you?' asked Emily, 'how?'

Murphy sighed. He pulled out a Bible from his jacket.

'I promise ta God that I won' hurt ye,' he said, 'I promise.'

Emily looked at Murphy for a bit with a sceptical look. Finally, her expression softened.

'Come 'ere, Emily,' said Murphy, 'come 'ere.'

Emily slowly swam up to Murphy. Murphy opened his arms to her.

'Atta girl,' he said in a gentle voice, 'come ta Murphy.'

Emily melted into Murphy's arms. Murphy held her tight, cradling her head to his chest.

'Yer safe now, Emily,' he whispered to her, 'I promise.'

Emily smiled.

'He fell so head over heels for 'er,' said Connor, 'I remember when 'e came up ta me an' told me about how 'e fell in love wit' er.'

'Connor, can I talk ta ye fer a second?' asked Murphy.

'Yeah, sure,' said Connor.

Murphy lead Connor into the living room. The twins were both asleep upstairs. Murphy sat down on the sofa, looking at his brother.

'What's up?' asked Connor.

Murphy took a deep breath. He sighed.

'Connor,' he said, 'I think I'm in love.'

'How do you figure tha'?' asked Connor.

'I feel so…happy…' said Murphy, 'I feel whenever I'm around 'er my 'eart sings. I feel like she's holding me down. I long ta kiss 'er, but I don' know if she feels tha same way about me.'

'Looks like Cupid nipped ye in tha ass hard,' laughed Connor.

'Do ye even know who I'm talkin' about, Connor?' asked Murphy.

'Of course I fuckin' do,' said Connor.

'Humour me, Connor,' said Murphy, 'who am I talkin' about?'

'Tha tall, pretty blond,' said Connor.

'Don' be a fuckin' smart-ass, Connor,' said Murphy, 'what's 'er fuckin' name?'

'I doubt you know yerself, ye ass,' said Connor.

'Yeah, I fuckin' do,' growled Murphy, 'go ahead. Say 'er fuckin' name.'

'You first,' said Connor.

Murphy looked Connor straight in the eye. He took a deep breath and said the mystery woman's name.

'Emily.'

'Wow,' said Jane, 'that's amazing.'

'He kissed 'er,' said Connor, 'he got caught in tha moment when 'e saw 'er standin' fer tha first time.'

'Emily? Emily, what are ye…? Oh…'

Emily was standing beside her bed. She wasn't holding anything for support. She was actually standing.

'Murphy…' she breathed, 'Murphy, I can stand…Murphy, I can walk!'

'Let me see!' said Murphy, 'come on!'

Emily took a deep breath. She walked up to Murphy, smiling brightly.

'Murphy, I can't believe this!' she said, 'your hard work paid…'

Emily couldn't finish her sentence. Murphy grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply.

Emily's cheeks went red as Murphy let her go. She stumbled a bit.

'Oh…' she breathed, 'oh…'

'I'm sorry,' said Murphy, 'I got a bit carried away.'

'I don't mind,' laughed Emily.

'He finally got the courage ta ask 'er on a date,' said Connor, 'he took 'er on a picnic.'

'Oh, this is so romantic!' giggled Emily as Murphy got the blanket ready, 'a picnic!'

'Thanks,' said Murphy, 'nice break from therapy, huh?'

'Yeah, it is,' giggled Emily.

Murphy set the blanket down and sat down. Emily crawled into his lap, giggling like a schoolgirl.

'Someone's in a good mood,' laughed Murphy.

'I can't help it,' laughed Emily, 'I'm on the mend. I can walk now.'

Murphy laughed.

'Ye worked 'ard,' he said, 'I'm proud o' ye.'

'All thanks to you,' smiled Emily, playfully putting a finger on Murphy's nose.

Murphy blushed.

'Aww, thanks,' he said.

Emily giggled.

'Ye have such an adorable giggle,' said Murphy.

'Stop it!' said Emily, giggling more.

Murphy playfully stuffed a strawberry in Emily's mouth, getting a bit of whipped cream on her nose.

'Murph!' laughed Emily.

'Gotcha,' said Murphy.

Emily playfully shoved Murphy. Murphy laughed.

'It's so nice seein' ye happy again,' said Murphy, 'ye deserve it.'

'You had a hand in it, sweetheart,' smiled Emily.

'Aww, shucks,' said Murphy, 'I didn't do much. Just tha dirty work.'

Emily giggled.

Murphy leaned in to kiss Emily, but he paused.

'What's wrong?' asked Emily.

Murphy fidgeted. He looked nervous.

'Are you okay, sweetie?' asked Emily.

'O' course I am,' said Murphy, clearing his throat.

'You look nervous, honey,' said Emily.

'Is it that obvious?' asked Murphy.

'Yes,' said Emily, 'you're sweating.'

Murphy wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

'It's just a hot night, that's all,' he said.

'You're not fooling me, honey,' said Emily, 'something's up.'

Murphy sighed, defeated.

'I'm in love wit' ye.'

Emily gasped.

'What?'

Murphy didn't answer. He pulled on the collar of his shirt.

'Fuck, it's hot out…'

Emily laughed. She grabbed Murphy's face and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply.

Murphy's eyes were wide with shock as Emily pulled away from the kiss. She smiled sheepishly.

Murphy stammered. He could barely speak.

'Gotcha,' giggled Emily.

Murphy didn't say anything for a moment. Emily smiled warmly.

'Ye got me that time,' said Murphy, 'wow.'

Emily laughed.

'I did, didn't I?' she said.

Murphy smiled.

Emily closed her eyes as Murphy leaned in towards her, gently pressing his lips to hers. They kissed deeply for a few moments before Murphy pulled away.

They looked in each other's eyes for a few moments, letting their eyes do the talking. Finally, Murphy spoke.

'Is breá liom tú,' he whispered.

'Is breá liom tú,' Emily whispered back.