A couple of days later, Tiffany's back in Port Charles. She goes right to Sean's penthouse from the airport. She knocks on the door. He opens it and they stand there transfixed by each other.
Finally Tiff cracks a slight smile. She steps forward and pulls him into a kiss, gently sucking his top lip and then his bottom lip. He wraps his arms around her like he's never going to let go. He ushers her inside while they're still holding on to each other and when the door's closed, he envelops her in another kiss.
"I need to ask you something," she said when they finally pull away.
"Anything," he said.
"Will you marry me?" she asked.
He breaks into a broad grin. "Here's your answer," he said, laying another kiss on her that makes her weak in the knees.
"I guess I should have gotten you a ring," she teased.
"I'll settle for finally putting this one on your finger," he said, pulling the now-worn box out of his pocket. He pops open the top and deftly pulls it out. When he slips it on her finger and kisses her hand, she's overwhelmed.
"I was going crazy without you," he said after a minute.
"Now you can go crazy with me," she said.
They sit down on the couch and continue to snuggle.
"You know there's something we probably need to talk about," she said.
"I will talk to you about anything and everything," he said.
"Well ... do you want kids?" she asked tentatively. "Probably something I should have asked before the proposal. But I looked in your eyes and couldn't help myself."
"I can't say I had given it much thought," he said. "But then ... that morning, when you were talking about it ... let's just say the idea of having little Tiffanys running around kind of appealed to me."
"And little Seans?"
"Not as much."
"I'd love to have little Seans," she said.
"How about both then?" he asked.
"Isn't this just crazy? I mean, how did we get here? Remember when we first met? We were so anti-settling down and having a family."
"And now it's the only thing I really want. I'm not alone anymore."
"I'm not alone either," she said and they are drawn back in by some magnetic force for more kisses. "I know I'm supposed to be with you."
"I almost followed you to the Dominican Republic," he admitted.
"It would have been a bad idea, I really had to sort some things out," she said. "I still feel really awful about Doug ... and everything."
"I don't want a damper on your return, but there is something I've been wanting to say about everything that happened. After that, I won't ever bring it up again."
"OK," she said warily.
"I know you blame yourself, but there is more than enough to go around. He knew how we felt. He'll might deny it until his dying day, but he knew that there was something between us that wasn't going to go away. And I have to carry around my fair share. I never should have let you marry him."
"Everyone thought they were doing the right thing for the right reason. It's a little scary how we all got it wrong. But I'm determined to get on with my life and that life is with you."
"I'm glad you figured that out," he replied.
"I had some help," she said. "In fact, there's a church there. I'd like to make a donation. It's a beautiful little place and the priest there really knows his stuff."
"Done."
"No, I wasn't saying, you needed to. I just meant I wanted to."
"Anyone who sent you back to me the way he did gets my full support."
"Then you won't be making any donations to the court, I assure you," she said, rolling her eyes, while thinking about the employee she ran into at legal office. "Anyway, I have to go to the station, they probably think of me as deadbeat boss right now."
"I'm glad you came here first," Sean said.
"Me too," she responded.
They kiss again and again and she finally gets up to leave. "By the way, Sean ... I love you."
"I love you," he said, stealing another kiss before she leaves.
At the office, Tiffany's looking unhappily at the stack of paperwork on her desk when her assistant announces Doug.
"Send him in, thank you, Mary," she said.
She takes a deep breath before hearing the knock at the door. She opens it for Doug and shows him in.
"Hello," she said plainly.
"Hi," he said grimly.
"How have you been?"
"Not great. So, is it done?"
She bites her lip. "It is. And I don't think you'll ever know how sorry I am about this. But what I do know is that you're going to find the right person."
"Like you did?" he asked.
"Doug, there's a woman out there who is going to be over the moon when you enter her life. She's going to be everything you wanted me to be for you."
He sees the ring on her finger. "I thought you weren't going to marry him."
"I am," she said. "I belong with him."
He looks down with regret. She pulls a document out of her purse. "Here's the paperwork. They asked me to ask you to sign it and then I'm supposed to file it locally."
"So it's not final?"
"It is. But they prefer to have both signatures on record."
Doug takes a pen out of his pocket and signs it. Tiffany tears off one of the copies and hands it back to him.
"I'll be over tomorrow to gather my things if that's all right," she said with a little difficulty.
He nods and heads for the door.
"I am sorry it worked out this way," she said.
"So am I," he said, walking out and closing the door behind him.
She sinks back into her chair, takes another deep breath and exhales with relief.