Monica walked out onto the porch, a coffee cup in her hand. She sipped her coffee and then shivered in the wind of the changing seasons. It would be spring soon; anything to get this cold weather a break was fine for her. She tightened her robe around her and inhaled the fresh air. She tensed when she heard the door close behind her.

"Monica," a voice spoke. She didn't have to turn to know who it was. She closed her eyes and sighed. "I need to talk to you." Andrew stepped beside her and leaned against the railing. His eyes studied the beautiful landscape. There were mountains, valleys, rivers, streams, and forest surrounding the gigantic house. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Monica only nodded at his question. She didn't feel like speaking though something deep inside told her to.

"Is this going to be about what I think it is?" she asked in a soft Irish accent.

"You bet, Angel Girl," he said gently. The sound of him calling her angel girl once again tickled her ears. She had been longing for that, especially since Tess wasn't here. Early that morning had been rough; waking up to find her life-their lives had changed completely. But how long would it be like this? "I would like to forgive you," he said, shattering the silence and her thoughts.

"You would?" she asked in a bewildered, though shy voice.

"Yep," he replied. Absentmindedly, his hand crept over towards hers and the two met at the railing. He gathered hers up in his and drew them both in front of his chest. "Only if you would let me."

"I wish I knew how," she said delicately. "I wish I knew."

"It might take time, but, Monica," Andrew faced her, his emerald green eyes locking with her brown ones. "We can work this out together. After what happened, I wouldn't doubt that it will take a while of regaining each other's trust and love."

"Love," the Irish angel whimpered. "Until today, I thought it was impossible for angels to love like this…not that that's what we're doing…" her voice wavered off. "What I'm trying to say is that I thought it impossible for angels to end up in this type of situation."

"Nothing is impossible with God," Andrew pointed out. "You know that, right?"

"Of course, Andrew. But so many things seem impossible sometimes, like now, for instance."

"I share your thought," the angel of death agreed. "Like forgiveness…"

"Exactly," Monica said. "It's not that I don't want to forgive you, I do…it's just that…whenever I try, something deep inside of me makes more complications, and then…" she stopped for a moment and gazed deep into his eyes with sincerity. "And then I don't want to." Andrew nodded as if he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Monica, honey, I really don't get any of this now, and I know you don't either, but in God's time, we both will see and our eyes will be opened. There's got to be a true reason for all of this. What I thought funny was how it was like we had been here forever. Brian and Rose knew us right away and called us mom and dad." Andrew let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, and I had the instincts to answer Rose when she said mom. It was a weird feeling…I felt so…"

"Important?" Andrew asked, pulling Monica closer to him. "I know what you mean."

"Mom, Dad?" Brian asked, peeking his head out of the door. "It's mighty cold out here. Don't you guys think you should come in?"

"Yeah, we were on our way," Andrew promised. He smiled at his son and took Monica's other hand and led her into the house. "I think it's time for breakfast." Monica smiled and nodded in agreement.

"My stomach is growling…never had that happen before."

"There are going to be many things happen that never have, Monica. We're human's now. Almost anything is possible."

"Anything was possible to begin with, Andy," Monica said in her Irish lilt. "You said so yourself."

"I suppose I did," Andrew laughed. "Nothing is impossible with God."

The two angels walked into the house, headed for the kitchen. There was a whole different life ahead of them and many more surprises yet to come. Even though both confused, Monica and Andrew knew that God had a plan and that something good would come out of all this.

"Andy?" Monica asked. "Did you ever think about being married before this?"

"Excuse me?" Andrew asked, almost spitting out his food that Monica had quickly whipped up. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," Monica said. He just stared blankly in front of him, trying to flashback to anything he could grasp. The flashback came faster than he had expected.

"I guess so, Monica," he replied, a little embarrassed. "Why? Have you?"

"Well, I've always thought about something like this, and when I did, I couldn't think of anyone else that I'd rather be married to than you…not that I'd really want to." She stopped sudden; realizing her thoughts had just come out of her lips in words.

"Well, guess what, honey, you really are and instead of a thought, we're stuck together for a while." Andrew crossed his arms and stared at his wife from across the table. "What made you think of this all of the sudden?" His eyes were full of curiosity.

"Our position," she answered. "This is kind of a wee bit odd…you know, to be married when all I've thought of you before was a friend."

"You know, Monica, I don't want to be sudden or anything, but I've already started to have changed feelings about you. You're right, before the love we shared was just friendly love, but now, this is more of…"

"True love?" Monica asked, serenity in her voice as if she didn't mind him bringing up the subject.

"Yeah, I guess. It's actually not too bad."

"Hey, look at this!" Monica exclaimed. She jumped up from her seat and ran over to the refrigerator. "I'm a journalist!" She gestured towards an article that talked about the books she had written. "And you're…oh, Andy, look at this, you're a firefighter." Her tone dropped from a happy one to a sad one.

"Cool, I never thought I had the talent." Andrew crossed his arms and grinned. "I suppose you're going to start crying because I'll have to leave on a big mission to Australia or something, right?"

"Oh my goodness, Andrew," Monica said. "I just thought of a few things. We're human…we can die."

"Don't think about that, honey, think about 'we're humans…we can live'." Andrew stood up and touched her shoulder. "What else did you think of?"

"We don't have a last name?" a frantic angel pointed out. Andrew stared at her, his brows deepening.

"At a time like this, you thought of that?"

"What if some lady comes to the door, asking for me to enter in some sweepstakes where you win a lifetime supply of coffee, and I don't have a last name to fill into the drawing?"

"Why didn't I know that you would think of something like that, Angel Girl? Huh? Only you would." Andrew smiled. "But you do have a point there." He stopped and rubbed his chin with his fingers. "Wait a second!" He leapt out of the room and into the hall. Monica almost screamed at him when he went digging in her purse.

"Get out of there!" Monica hollered. She hit him in the arm and he whined sarcastically in pain.

"Here!" he exclaimed. He held up a few credit cards and a driver license. "Monica…D.? What does that stand for?"

"Probably 'death'." Monica giggled as he shot her a raised eyebrow glance. "Check that one," she suggested.

"Here we go. Monica…Doe." Andrew couldn't keep from grinning when she hit him harder in the arm. "Okay, okay, it says Monica Dahline. Oh, whoopee, my name is Andrew Dahline. Sounds girlie." He winced and stuck out his tongue. "There, you satisfied? Now you can win all of your lifetime supply coffee sweepstakes."

"I'll be looking forward to that. Now get out of my purse, Andrew Dahline!" she said jokingly. He nodded.

"Now, back to that breakfast. Oh, Monica, by the way, next time don't add coffee to the pancakes." The two laughed and headed back to the table.