But the talk was derailed. Christopher was not feeling well, and Tess was not having fun. Monica hurried to take care of Chris, and Andrew got Tess to take a break. Amy disappeared into the basement and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" George picked up in Florida.

"Dad?"

"Amy? Tina, it's Amy!"

"Is everything ok?" Tina asked, hurrying in.

"Is everything ok, Amy?"

"Yeah—yeah, everything's fine. Um, when are you coming home?"

"Well, we were going to stay here for a while longer, make sure grandma's ok…"

"Dad, you've been there forever." Amy said, growing upset. "When are you coming home?"

George looked at Tina and sighed. "She said we have to come home."

"You do." Beth walked in. "George, Tina, you've been wonderful. But I'm fine. Your kids need you. I think you'd better call the airlines."

"You're right." George said, looking at the floor. "Amy? Your mother and I are going to book a flight as soon as we can, ok? We'll see you at home."

"Ok, great. Bye." Amy hung up and looked outside. It was getting dark. "Call me Cupid…"

"Andrew?" Monica walked out of Christopher's room looking for him. "He's asleep…" She pulled the robe she'd put on earlier close around her, looking around. "Andrew?"

"He's outside." Amy said, trying to hide a grin. "In the front yard."

"Oh. Thank you."

Monica stood on the porch, looking out at the yard. The porch light was burned out, and there was just the barest glow from a distant streetlight to show her friend standing at the railing.

"Andrew?" The angel spun around, startled. She smiled apologetically. "You said earlier we had to talk."

"I did." He said, leaning against the railing. "Come here." Monica walked slowly over, leaning back next to him while Andrew gathered his thoughts. "Monica, you know I love you." She nodded, leaning against him. "And we've always been friends. Very—good friends. But lately… lately I've been feeling different—around you. Have you noticed?"

"Yes." She answered simply.

"Well, what do you think it is?"

"I know what Amy thinks it is." Monica said doubtfully. "And it's an interesting idea, but… is it even possible?"

"Would you want it to be?" Andrew's voice lowered, and he almost couldn't look at her.

"I'm not sure. I think I would." She answered slowly. Andrew turned to look at her, startled. Was this really going to happen? Slowly he turned so they were facing each other and reached up to touch her chin, forcing her gaze to his eyes.

"I know I would." He said quietly. "This is a gift we've been given, and I'm sure enough of my feelings to know that this is not a mistake. God doesn't make mistakes. And I don't want to make a mistake in passing this up. I love you." He saw Monica's eyes tear up, and then it was decided. "We're going to try, aren't we?"

"I believe so." She said, barely able to get the words out. And Andrew leaned down and gently kissed her, their lips touching for only a few seconds before they stopped. Monica sighed and looked at him. "We have."

"I think this was a good idea." Said Andrew.

"I think so too." Said Monica.

"I think it's time to come in before I turn the sprinklers on!" Amy said from a nearby open window, and Monica spun, startled. Andrew's throaty laugh from behind her made her spin back.

"How long has she been there?" Monica demanded, not really angry, and Andrew kissed her softly once more before taking her hand and leading her in.

"A while. It's ok. We're ok."

And for the moment, they were.