"I am so sorry," Kate gushed when she stepped out of the bedroom. "You should have called me—"

"I'm a dad. I can handle a little puke," he chuckled.

"Did you forget you're a doctor, too?" She teased, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"Being a father always comes before being a doctor. Speaking of, should you be drinking that?" The words spilled before he could drop them. She lowered her beer and narrowed her gaze. "I mean, if Aaron is sick, you might be sick, too. There's a stomach bug going around..." he lied.

"He got overheated," she explained. "Exactly what I told you... and," she added, "he mentioned something about a banana split?" She raised an eyebrow and put a hand on her hip.

Jack raised his hands in surrender. "What happens at the baseball game stays at the baseball game," he smirked. Feeling brazen, he closed the gap between them, putting his hands on her hips. "Next time, why don't you join us? A little family outing?"

"Jack," she said softly, glancing down to hide the blush that crept across her cheeks. The past few months had been like this; they collided and separated like water and sand. They played cat and mouse games, both craving the other in the most primal ways. There hadn't been an interaction since their breakup where she wasn't tempted to throw herself into his arms. How could someone so perfect have caused so much pain? If he had brought up Aaron's true family once, how could she guarantee it wouldn't come out again? And why did she feel so anxious about that when she trusted him with Aaron?

"Come on, we can share some peanuts and cracker jacks..." he loved the way the edges of her mouth betrayed her and curved into a smile. "I know for a fact you look cute in that Jersey and those white shorts..."

Her cheeks reddened at the memory of their first baseball game together, when Jack had enjoyed her blue and white Dodgers ensemble so much he pulled her under the bleachers and took her. He knew his words had been successful in reminding her of their time together. Every time he managed to bring her a sense of nostalgia she glanced down, almost as if she'd completely give in if he could just lock eyes with her.

"Kate?" He asked softly after a beat. She looked up so slowly that the evening sun caught her green eyes, almost leaving him breathless. No matter how many times he saw her, it amazed him that someone could be so beautiful. He knew without a doubt that he'd never stop loving this woman. "Look, I know tonight was a bust—"

"Jack, I know where you're going with this," she smiled. "Normally I wouldn't care if we switched days but Aaron has a doctor's appointment..." she furrowed her brow and he saw her nose begin to crinkle. He knew from that reaction that she was about to give in. He hated that she had that expression but couldn't deny that it was adorable. "What if you just stay for dinner tonight? I'll make Aaron some soup and then whip something up for us?" She offered, biting her lip nervously.

"You and I both know that I'd stay here as long as you want me to," he reminded her. She blushed once again so he finally spoke up. "Oh, and Kate? I love the way you look when you're blushing," he added.

It was impossible not to notice the way her chest rose and fell quickly, his words coursing through her veins. Her eyes widened and she seemed speechless for a moment. "I guess I should start dinner," she practically whispered as she took a large swig of her beer.

"Actually," he took the bottle from her lips and sat it on the counter "I figured while you were taking care of Aaron maybe I could take care of you..." She started to shake her head but he continued on. "Remember, if we can't live together..."

She placed a hand over his mouth and rolled her eyes at the words that she'd heard so many times. She felt so much electricity between them that she knew he must have felt it, too. She was burning underneath his intense gaze; he looked at her as if he could see through through her one shoulder dress. And she secretly loved the way that felt.

"Mushroom ravioli and salad?" He suggested, refusing to give her a chance to turn him down. "Maybe some wine?"

"I think I'll need it," she muttered.

He turned towards the living room, unable to hide his smile.