Monica awoke to the warm sun beating on her face. Her mind was relaxed and her body content. It was warm wherever she was and then the thought struck her that she might have fallen asleep in the meadow. She turned over on her side and then suddenly opened her eyes. It was winter and it couldn't possible be warm out. Where was she?

She sat up so fast that she could feel her heart slam against her chest. Immediately she felt the soft covers among her legs. Her eyes gathered the large room painted a pastel yellow. The shades were up but the drapes were pulled. The sunray that she had felt had crept through an open spot in the drape. It didn't strike her until now that angels usually didn't fall asleep and where could she possibly be?

As she was drowning in her own thoughts, she reached up to rub her eyes and a glimmer of light suddenly caught her eye. She stared in astonishment at her ring finger and gasped. There, hung an immense diamond, accompanied by several others on each side. Her blurry brown eyes widened in bewilderment. How could this be? Then, the thought of the ring being on her ring finger shattered her thoughts. Her draw nearly dropped from her face as she turned and looked down.

"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed in a whisper. Next to her, sound asleep, lay Andrew. He was slightly snoring. His blond hair was rustled wildly about his head and his eyes tightly shut. For a moment, Monica felt quite embarrassed, but having no memory of falling asleep here struck her almost hilarious.

Suddenly, her eyes fell upon something, at the time being that she regretted seeing. She, not thinking of Andrew being asleep, grabbed his left hand and took it up close to her eyes. She scanned it in shock, and then finally coming to her senses, threw his hand back down. She put her hand on her forehead and felt like screaming. His ring finger held a single gold band.

Andrew, startled by the jerking and tugging at his hand, stirred and shot his eyelids open abruptly. He yawned and quickly sat up. Right away, his eyes fell upon Monica who impatiently sat beside him.

"What's going on?" he asked despondently. He saw a disgusted Monica holding her head in her hands. She didn't speak, but by her expression, Andrew knew something wasn't right. "Monica?" he finally managed to ask. She turned and glared at him.

"You don't want to know!" she said in an upset Irish lilt. Andrew's emerald green eyes sparkled with confuse.

"I don't get it," he said. "Why are you…why are we…"

"Believe me, Andrew," Monica began. "You don't want to know." Now, a more alive Andrew took in his surroundings and became even more confused. He shook his head in jumble.

"Seriously, where are we, what is this, and why…"

"I honestly don't have all the answers." The Irish angel tilted her head to rest against the bedpost. Andrew quickly threw the covers off of himself and hung his legs over the edge of the enormous bed.

"Wherever we are, this is a pretty nice place," the angel of death said in a cheery voice that was still scratchy from sleep.

"Daddy, she's calling Joe!" a young voice said and suddenly a young boy leapt onto the bed. Andrew and Monica both jumped, each startled; Andrew a little more than Monica for poor Andrew still had no clue as to what was happening.

"Brian, shut up! I am not!" a female voice called as a teenage girl came running into the room, glaring at the boy with an angry expression.

"Then why were you on the phone with a boy?" he asked sarcastically, sticking his tongue out at the girl.

"Whoa! What's going on?" Andrew asked, his voice turning a little more serious.

"Dad?" Brian asked. "What's the matter? Did you have a bad dream or something?"

"I think I'm having one right now," Andrew answered the boy. He glanced back at Monica who had her eyes shut and was whispering a silent prayer. Even though no sound came from her voice, Andrew could understand her mouthing. She was also confused and about ready to scream; he could tell by the look drowning out her small face.

"Mom," the girl called. Monica instinctually looked up and peered at the two newcomers. "He's lying! Tell him it's not true!" the teen demanded. She tapped her foot on the ground and clicked her nails across the surface of the dresser.

"You two, just leave us for a few minutes. We have to discuss a few issues," the Irish angel said frantically.

"You bet we do," Andrew said, shooting a hopeful glance at Monica. She managed a sarcastic smile and the two newcomers left the scene. Andrew turned to face the auburn and sighed. "Is what I think happening really happening?" Monica gulped.

"I'm not sure but if my judgement is correct, yes." She looked up at the ceiling and puffed out a large breath.

"We're m…married?" Andrew asked quietly, almost in a whisper. Monica only held up her finger, showed off the rock, and nodded.

"I think I know why too," she prompted. Andrew nodded in agreement.

"Because of the little thing between us?" Monica nodded. "I knew something was going to happen, but I didn't think it would be this bad. Is this even legal?"

"Well, it had to take a miracle from the Father for this to happen, so not really, but under certain circumstances, yeah." Monica sat straight up and sighed. "Why did that thing between us ever start? I mean, I know how it started, but why?"

"Good question," said a familiar voice that filled the room with a stern tone.

"Tess!" Monica exclaimed and started towards her supervisor as if she wanted to be taken away and "back".

"No, Baby, you stay right there. I can't say I agree with Him on this one but hey, who always does?" the supervisor asked. She flung her arms in the air and sighed. "I think He could've been a little less tough on you two, but this is what He planned."

"But why?" Andrew asked. He crossed his arms, a little embarrassed that his two friends were seeing him in his pajamas.

"I don't know, Angel Boy. He usually tells me this kind of stuff, but today He decided not to."

"I'm so scared," Monica said, tears starting to stream down her face. "We've never been through anything like this, and I'm not quite sure what to do or expect."

"Me too," Andrew agreed. For a moment, he forgot the grudge against the auburn angel and wrapped his arm around her. "I guess we just have to expect what God has planned."

"Good answer, Mr. Wings, an angel after my own heart!" Tess said. Inside she felt like jumping for joy.

"So, do you know anything we should?" Andrew asked his supervisor in an expectant tone.

"Well…"

"Tess," a deep voice said. Suddenly a husky figure appeared in the room. "You know what you can tell and what you can't."

"I know, Sam, but this is such an awkward instance. I…" Tess began.

"Say good bye and then we have to move on," Sam said strictly.

"But you can't just leave us human with no info on what to do!" Monica whined. "That's preposterous!"

"I have to agree with her," the angel of death mumbled. "I can't believe that God would make us a married couple, with two children, and not knowing how to live like humans. Tess, Sam, we haven't been human for more than a few days at the most before. How will we know about insurance, kids, and job, and etcetera?"

"The Father gives you things when you need them, Andrew," Sam told him. "Now we must leave. Tess and I have another engagement somewhere else. Just remember who you are and who God is and you'll be fine."

"Bye, Angel Babies," Tess said, tears forming in her eyes, one even letting loose down her dark cheek. "I love you both very much."

"We know, Tess," Monica said. "We love you too." Andrew nodded in agreement and sighed.

"Well, I guess you have to be on your way and us on ours."

"I guess you're right," Sam said. He turned to leave, paused and then spun back around. "You two be careful," he said sympathetically. "I'll pray for you."

"Well, that's a wee bit encouraging," Monica said, flailing her arms up in disgust. She stood up from the bed and tromped off into the bathroom that was on the opposite side of the room.

"I think she means it's the most encouraging," Andrew said with a heavy breath. "She's upset right now and I can't say I'm not also."

"Neither can I." Tess reached down and squeezed her charge's hand. "Give her one for me, okay, Angel Boy?" Andrew nodded.

"But how does He expect us to get along like this?"

"The Lord moves in mysterious ways," Tess replied and then she and Sam disappeared. Andrew crossed his arms and stood up, moving towards the bathroom door. He gestured his hand to knock, but stopped and let his hand down. He shook his head and sat down on the bed.

"She'll come out when she's ready…when I'm ready…when we're both ready."