Amy hated to admit it. Six months had passed since her break-up with Brock. Rob had helped her through the pain of losing Brock. He had comforted her while she was arguing with the hospital over the location of her child's body. She was starting to have feelings for him and she was near certain they were love.

"Amy, are you cooking dinner or am I?" Rob asked.

"I am, Hon" she replied.

"Any idea what's on the menu?" Rob asked.

"Yes, we will be having breakfast for dinner. Bacon, eggs, fried potatoes and toast. Orange juice on the side" she replied.

"Sounds good." he said. She looked at him. Before either could realize what came over them, their lips met in a kiss.

"Rob, I've got to go," she muttered. She grabbed her jacket and left the house.

After coming to his senses, he grabbed his coat and left. On his search for her, he was silently cursing himself for kissing her.

He pulled into the beach parking lot.

As he scanned the distance, his eyes fell upon the dunes where she had discovered him. Sure enough, he saw her familiar figure.

"Amy!" he called into the distance. The figure turned around and beckoned him.

Rob approached her.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

"You spread the ashes of your child here. We met again on this very beach. Considering your history here, it was obvious" he replied honestly.

"Oh" she replied.

"Amy, I'm sorry if I offended you." he replied.

"You didn't offend me. I enjoyed it. It just startled me" she replied. He looked at her with a sigh of relief.

"Oh, I thought I offended you" he said.

"No, Rob, can I tell you something?" she asked.

"Anything, Ames" he replied.

"I think I'm falling in love with you" she admitted. He looked at her.

"Amy, I don't know what to say," he told her. She turned from him.

"I knew it was a bad idea," she said, shaking her head.

"No, all I can say is that I think I am falling in love with you" he admitted. She looked at him with tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh, Rob" was all she could get out. He slipped his arms around her.

"Shh, Amy, it's ok" he whispered. She looked up at him.

"You do realize things will never be the same between us again, right?" she asked.

"Yes, I honestly don't care. From the first time I met you, I felt we would be together" Rob admitted. She sat down and stared out at the ocean. He sat behind her and let her lean into his arms.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" she asked. He looked at her.

"Yes, it is. Look at the stars. Right above us is Andromeda" Rob told her. She looked at him.

"Wow, that's pretty" she commented. She looked at Rob.

"Amy, if this happening too fast, please tell me. You just lost your daughter." Rob said.

"I lost her eight months ago. It still hurts, but I have a feeling that although I'll never stop thinking about her, it's time to move on. Sure, every now and then, the fact she's gone will upset me, like on her birthday, but I can talk about her without crying" Amy said.

"Tell me about Ireland. If you don't mind," he told her.

"Well, I found out I was pregnant on December 21st. I was six weeks along. The first time she kicked was on February 12. I went into labor on August 3rd, two days from my supposed due date. I remained in labor for 30 hours. That woman took care of me for twelve of them. We didn't think anything was wrong until she seemed surprised that I was ten centimeters. We finally realized something was wrong when Ireland's heart rate started going down and she wasn't doing anything. A nurse named Taralyn delivered Ireland and this wonderful doctor named Dr. Eugene Zimmerman and Taralyn tried to save her. Taralyn was an angel. She sat with us for three hours after Ireland's passing, just listening to us grieve. Brock sent me something, not too long ago. He and I still stay in contact. It was a box of memories from my pregnancy with her. He only requested to keep her handprints for a short time. He sent them back. He got a tattoo of them on the back of his neck. He told me it was like what I got on my left shoulder. That was her footprints with her name" Amy said.

"Could I see it?" he asked. She slipped her left side out of her jacket and eased up her sleeve. She revealed her tattoo.

"I can never forget now," she said. He looked at her.

"Amy, seasons come and seasons go, times change. When you're blessed with the love of somebody, you never forget. I can't say I know what you're going through, but it's been seven months since Trish left and I haven't forgotten," he told her. She looked into his eyes.

"Rob, do you think Ireland's watching me?" she asked. He looked at her as he struggled about how to respond.

"Yes, she is. Amy, you are a phenomenal woman. Someday, you will make a great mother. I'm not saying you aren't a mother to an angel. What I'm saying is that when you get the chance to raise a child, no wait, that sounds worse!" he explained. She smiled at how he tried to make her feel better.

"Go on, I understand what you are trying to tell me" she said.

"When you get the chance to raise a child, you will make an excellent mother," he told her. She looked at him.

"Oh, Rob, you don't know how much you've made my day." she said. A light rain began to fall.

"Forget cooking. Why don't I take you out to Pelicchi's for dinner? Consider it a first date," he said. She looked at him as she slipped her jacket on.

"Ok, you've got a date!" she exclaimed.

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