"What are you doing here?"
"Can't a girl just watch a sunset?"
"Sorry," He cleared his throat and wrung his hands together to try and release his nervousness, "I didn't mean it that way."
"I'm sorry too," she whispered and turned back to watch the sun's descent into the harbor, "I didn't want to sound rude."
"Do you mind if I joined you?"
"Of course."
She smoothed out the sand beside her where she sat and patted it down with a smile. He cleared his throat and looked into her eyes to be sure she was alright with his presence, and when he was positive that she was comfortable with him there he nodded and sat beside her on the cool sand.
"It's been so long since we've done this."
"Yeah," She nodded without taking her eyes from the beautiful scene of nature that was before her, "years."
"Too long."
He turned in time to see her rub her hands over her arms and immediately shrugged off his coat to place it over her. She turned to face him at his actions and sighed with a small smile forming on her lips. The pair locked eyes and in one single moment they shared a knowing that, at that very moment, they were where they belonged.
"I'm so sorry for everything, Kay."
It was a nearly inaudible whisper, only loud enough for her ears to hear, but the sincerity in his voice rang loud in Kay Bennett's mind. She looked as far as she could into the eyes of her childhood friend and searched for an ounce of the person she knew so well as a little girl. The corners of Kay's mouth turned up when she found what she was looking for, and for the first time in more than four years, she knew that she was looking into the eyes of the little boy who she fell in love with so long ago.
"Miguel," She sighed, "let's just move forward from here. Please?"
He nodded and swallowed hard at her request. It was true, there was no point in rehashing the events of the past. He and Kay were going to be parents. Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald could feel the tears aching to release themselves as he felt his heart break for the woman who was seated beside him. He looked into her eyes and found himself staring into the deep green eyes, not of the girl who was his best friend, but the eyes of the woman who had fallen in love with him, the eyes of the woman who was going to be the mother of his first born child, the eyes of the woman who sat by and watched him love another. For the first time, Miguel realized and could feel the pain she felt. The pain he had caused. And the only thing he wanted at that moment was to take her pain away.
"Move on?" He voice cracked and filled with sadness.
"Please, Miguel." Her eyes pleaded, "I'm not asking anything from you, as far as you and I are concerned. I know now that I can't make you love me. I've tried and I've made a fool of myself. But, we can't push aside the fact that we're about to be parents."
"I know, Kay." He nodded, "Are you scared?"
"You don't even know how much, Miguel." Kay sighed.
"What are you scared about?"
"Miguel," She started, "I'm about to be a mom. I don't even know the first thing about being a mother. I can't even get my relationship with my own mother right. How am I supposed to be a mother to someone? But, that's not the only thing I'm scared about Miguel."
"Tell me, please." Miguel took her hands in his and held it between his own, rubbing them to warm them from the cool winter chill, "Kay, please."
"I'm scared of being alone, Miguel."
"What?"
"I don't think I can do this alone."
"You're not alone, Kay."
"If you're talking about my family, or my friends, then save your breath Miguel."
"Kay," Miguel whispered and placed a hand on her cheek to wipe off a tear that had fallen, "I'm not talking about them."
"Are you saying that," She began.
"I'm saying, Kay," Miguel interrupted, "that you can count on me being there for our child. Every moment of our child's life, Kay, I will be there."
"Thank you Miguel."
"Kay?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not just going to be there for our baby."
Kay raised her eyes and met his eyes once again, "Miguel."
"I'm here for you, Kay," Miguel assured her then took her into his arms and rocked her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I promise you."
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"What's bothering you?"
Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald had been sitting on the sofa of Sheridan's cottage with a stern look on his face for the past hour. He had come over to see if she wanted to go out to breakfast, but when he arrived, he found Sheridan and Antonio sitting quietly at the kitchen table, eating eggs and toast. The scene somehow triggered a nerve in Luis, and without a word he retreated to the living room to sulk.
"What's bothering you?"
Sheridan Crane asked again and reached for Luis' hand to hold in her own, but when she reached out he pulled away and crossed his arms over his chest. She had her share of experiencing Luis' stubbornness, but Sheridan felt like this was bordering on childish, and she wished that there was a way to show Luis how immature he had been acting lately.
"You know what's bothering me."
Luis didn't take his gaze off the picture hanging on the wall in front of him. After his comment, Sheridan leaned back on the sofa in defeat leaving them in complete silence, all for the sound of the water coming from the bedroom bathroom where Antonio was showering. Sheridan sighed rather audibly to pronounce her displeasure at the silence that lingered in the air between her and Luis, and she began drumming her fingers on the side table beside her.
"Could you please stop that?" Luis' voice broke the silence, "it's annoying."
"Let me tell you what's annoying, Luis." Sheridan felt the anger arise in her body at his comment.
"Please, Sheridan," Luis leaned forward and buried his face in his hands, "I don't want to talk about this right now."
"So, what do you want meto do about it?" She was irked and every word clearly expressed it, "Luis, you are acting like a spoiled little boy."
"Don't do this Sheridan," Luis mumbled from behind his hands.
"No," Sheridan stood from her seat and paced the wooden floor, "I'm going to, Luis. And you are going to listen to me."
"I am?"
"Yes," She stopped pacing and placed her hands on her hips, "I understand that we've been to hell and back in our relationship, but things are just getting more and more complicated."
"Well," Luis raised his head and looked Sheridan in the eye, "they would get uncomplicated if we just told Antonio about us."
"You know we can't risk it."
"I feel like a broken record, Sheridan," Luis sighed and sat back on the sofa with a groan, "We NEED to tell him. I can't do this anymore, you can't do this anymore, and Antonio can't be kept in the dark forever."
"It could kill him."
"No," He shook his head in defiance, "it WON'T kill him. You heard what Dr. Russell said the other day. He's going to be fine, the new medicine he's taking is really affecting him, in a positive way. All the doctors said that there is a great chance of him making a full recovery soon."
"I heard what they said, Luis." Sheridan stepped forward and stood in front of him, "But we can't risk it, not yet."
"Then when?" Luis felt his temper start to flare, and he clenched his fists to try and suppress it, "I'm sick and tired of playing the 'friend', Sheridan. I'm tired of having to watch you pretend to be a loving and doting wife to him. I can't do this anymore!"
"What do you want from me Luis?"
"I want to know what you really want!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sheridan," Luis took a breath to calm himself as he reached out to her and pulled her down to sit beside him, "We've been hiding our relationship for too long now, and I just don't' think I can do this anymore."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm asking you to choose." Luis' face fell, "I don't want to put you on the spot, believe me, but I need to know what to do now. I need to know if there is any way that you and I will be able to save this relationship, have a future together, just like we've always dreamed. Or, do you want to stay with my brother?"
"How could you ask me to do that?" Sheridan whispered and placed a hand on Luis' cheek, "I love you."
"I know you do," Luis pulled away from her, "but you're married to him."
"I had to."
"You did not."
"Luis, don't."
"Don't what, Sheridan?"
"Don't make me do this."
"I'm not forcing you to do anything," Luis sighed, "but you know that all three of us cannot go on living a lie anymore. Either you want to be with him, or you want to be with me."
"I can't do this to him," Sheridan shook her head and watched as Luis' shoulder's fell, "he saved me, and I fell in love with him."
"Is that your choice then?" Luis spoke through a clenched jaw, not wanting his feelings to show, "You choose him?"
"Luis," Sheridan moved closer to him, "that's not what I meant."
"What do you mean, then?"
A long silence passed between the two after Luis' question. Sheridan closed her eyes and relived the past few years in her mind. She had been through so much. Luis had been through so much. Their relationship had endured more trials that could fill a lifetime, but in the end, there was only one thing that Sheridan Crane could be sure of.
Her love for Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald transcended time, space, and an infinite number of lifetimes. If it weren't for him, she would be lost. There wasn't another soul in the world that could fill the void in Sheridan's heart.
Only his.
Sheridan looked up into the eyes of the man she had loved, and still loved. She looked into the eyes of the man who was her only hope, the man who placed the joy in her heart, the man who had been her saving grace, and she knew what had to be done.
"We'll tell him tonight."
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*A/N* Hey! I hope you liked this last chapter! I love writing about all the characters, but do not worry your pretty little heads off cause you will definitely be seeing more and more of the two 'stars' of this whole story in the chapters to come. Anyways, thanks so much for the awesome reviews, I've love to hear more form you guys! Take care!!
"Can't a girl just watch a sunset?"
"Sorry," He cleared his throat and wrung his hands together to try and release his nervousness, "I didn't mean it that way."
"I'm sorry too," she whispered and turned back to watch the sun's descent into the harbor, "I didn't want to sound rude."
"Do you mind if I joined you?"
"Of course."
She smoothed out the sand beside her where she sat and patted it down with a smile. He cleared his throat and looked into her eyes to be sure she was alright with his presence, and when he was positive that she was comfortable with him there he nodded and sat beside her on the cool sand.
"It's been so long since we've done this."
"Yeah," She nodded without taking her eyes from the beautiful scene of nature that was before her, "years."
"Too long."
He turned in time to see her rub her hands over her arms and immediately shrugged off his coat to place it over her. She turned to face him at his actions and sighed with a small smile forming on her lips. The pair locked eyes and in one single moment they shared a knowing that, at that very moment, they were where they belonged.
"I'm so sorry for everything, Kay."
It was a nearly inaudible whisper, only loud enough for her ears to hear, but the sincerity in his voice rang loud in Kay Bennett's mind. She looked as far as she could into the eyes of her childhood friend and searched for an ounce of the person she knew so well as a little girl. The corners of Kay's mouth turned up when she found what she was looking for, and for the first time in more than four years, she knew that she was looking into the eyes of the little boy who she fell in love with so long ago.
"Miguel," She sighed, "let's just move forward from here. Please?"
He nodded and swallowed hard at her request. It was true, there was no point in rehashing the events of the past. He and Kay were going to be parents. Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald could feel the tears aching to release themselves as he felt his heart break for the woman who was seated beside him. He looked into her eyes and found himself staring into the deep green eyes, not of the girl who was his best friend, but the eyes of the woman who had fallen in love with him, the eyes of the woman who was going to be the mother of his first born child, the eyes of the woman who sat by and watched him love another. For the first time, Miguel realized and could feel the pain she felt. The pain he had caused. And the only thing he wanted at that moment was to take her pain away.
"Move on?" He voice cracked and filled with sadness.
"Please, Miguel." Her eyes pleaded, "I'm not asking anything from you, as far as you and I are concerned. I know now that I can't make you love me. I've tried and I've made a fool of myself. But, we can't push aside the fact that we're about to be parents."
"I know, Kay." He nodded, "Are you scared?"
"You don't even know how much, Miguel." Kay sighed.
"What are you scared about?"
"Miguel," She started, "I'm about to be a mom. I don't even know the first thing about being a mother. I can't even get my relationship with my own mother right. How am I supposed to be a mother to someone? But, that's not the only thing I'm scared about Miguel."
"Tell me, please." Miguel took her hands in his and held it between his own, rubbing them to warm them from the cool winter chill, "Kay, please."
"I'm scared of being alone, Miguel."
"What?"
"I don't think I can do this alone."
"You're not alone, Kay."
"If you're talking about my family, or my friends, then save your breath Miguel."
"Kay," Miguel whispered and placed a hand on her cheek to wipe off a tear that had fallen, "I'm not talking about them."
"Are you saying that," She began.
"I'm saying, Kay," Miguel interrupted, "that you can count on me being there for our child. Every moment of our child's life, Kay, I will be there."
"Thank you Miguel."
"Kay?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not just going to be there for our baby."
Kay raised her eyes and met his eyes once again, "Miguel."
"I'm here for you, Kay," Miguel assured her then took her into his arms and rocked her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I promise you."
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"What's bothering you?"
Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald had been sitting on the sofa of Sheridan's cottage with a stern look on his face for the past hour. He had come over to see if she wanted to go out to breakfast, but when he arrived, he found Sheridan and Antonio sitting quietly at the kitchen table, eating eggs and toast. The scene somehow triggered a nerve in Luis, and without a word he retreated to the living room to sulk.
"What's bothering you?"
Sheridan Crane asked again and reached for Luis' hand to hold in her own, but when she reached out he pulled away and crossed his arms over his chest. She had her share of experiencing Luis' stubbornness, but Sheridan felt like this was bordering on childish, and she wished that there was a way to show Luis how immature he had been acting lately.
"You know what's bothering me."
Luis didn't take his gaze off the picture hanging on the wall in front of him. After his comment, Sheridan leaned back on the sofa in defeat leaving them in complete silence, all for the sound of the water coming from the bedroom bathroom where Antonio was showering. Sheridan sighed rather audibly to pronounce her displeasure at the silence that lingered in the air between her and Luis, and she began drumming her fingers on the side table beside her.
"Could you please stop that?" Luis' voice broke the silence, "it's annoying."
"Let me tell you what's annoying, Luis." Sheridan felt the anger arise in her body at his comment.
"Please, Sheridan," Luis leaned forward and buried his face in his hands, "I don't want to talk about this right now."
"So, what do you want meto do about it?" She was irked and every word clearly expressed it, "Luis, you are acting like a spoiled little boy."
"Don't do this Sheridan," Luis mumbled from behind his hands.
"No," Sheridan stood from her seat and paced the wooden floor, "I'm going to, Luis. And you are going to listen to me."
"I am?"
"Yes," She stopped pacing and placed her hands on her hips, "I understand that we've been to hell and back in our relationship, but things are just getting more and more complicated."
"Well," Luis raised his head and looked Sheridan in the eye, "they would get uncomplicated if we just told Antonio about us."
"You know we can't risk it."
"I feel like a broken record, Sheridan," Luis sighed and sat back on the sofa with a groan, "We NEED to tell him. I can't do this anymore, you can't do this anymore, and Antonio can't be kept in the dark forever."
"It could kill him."
"No," He shook his head in defiance, "it WON'T kill him. You heard what Dr. Russell said the other day. He's going to be fine, the new medicine he's taking is really affecting him, in a positive way. All the doctors said that there is a great chance of him making a full recovery soon."
"I heard what they said, Luis." Sheridan stepped forward and stood in front of him, "But we can't risk it, not yet."
"Then when?" Luis felt his temper start to flare, and he clenched his fists to try and suppress it, "I'm sick and tired of playing the 'friend', Sheridan. I'm tired of having to watch you pretend to be a loving and doting wife to him. I can't do this anymore!"
"What do you want from me Luis?"
"I want to know what you really want!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sheridan," Luis took a breath to calm himself as he reached out to her and pulled her down to sit beside him, "We've been hiding our relationship for too long now, and I just don't' think I can do this anymore."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm asking you to choose." Luis' face fell, "I don't want to put you on the spot, believe me, but I need to know what to do now. I need to know if there is any way that you and I will be able to save this relationship, have a future together, just like we've always dreamed. Or, do you want to stay with my brother?"
"How could you ask me to do that?" Sheridan whispered and placed a hand on Luis' cheek, "I love you."
"I know you do," Luis pulled away from her, "but you're married to him."
"I had to."
"You did not."
"Luis, don't."
"Don't what, Sheridan?"
"Don't make me do this."
"I'm not forcing you to do anything," Luis sighed, "but you know that all three of us cannot go on living a lie anymore. Either you want to be with him, or you want to be with me."
"I can't do this to him," Sheridan shook her head and watched as Luis' shoulder's fell, "he saved me, and I fell in love with him."
"Is that your choice then?" Luis spoke through a clenched jaw, not wanting his feelings to show, "You choose him?"
"Luis," Sheridan moved closer to him, "that's not what I meant."
"What do you mean, then?"
A long silence passed between the two after Luis' question. Sheridan closed her eyes and relived the past few years in her mind. She had been through so much. Luis had been through so much. Their relationship had endured more trials that could fill a lifetime, but in the end, there was only one thing that Sheridan Crane could be sure of.
Her love for Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald transcended time, space, and an infinite number of lifetimes. If it weren't for him, she would be lost. There wasn't another soul in the world that could fill the void in Sheridan's heart.
Only his.
Sheridan looked up into the eyes of the man she had loved, and still loved. She looked into the eyes of the man who was her only hope, the man who placed the joy in her heart, the man who had been her saving grace, and she knew what had to be done.
"We'll tell him tonight."
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*A/N* Hey! I hope you liked this last chapter! I love writing about all the characters, but do not worry your pretty little heads off cause you will definitely be seeing more and more of the two 'stars' of this whole story in the chapters to come. Anyways, thanks so much for the awesome reviews, I've love to hear more form you guys! Take care!!