Author's Notes: Alrighty, new chapter! (Finally-right? I know, I've been bad-sorry!) I took awhile to write this chapter, I hope its good because I spent a lot of time on it so it would really stink if it wasn't at least some what good…well what else? Um, next chapter will have two major "turning points" (I guess that's what you'd call them). Both turning points have to do with Seth and Summer so sorry to you Ryan and Marissa fans. Honestly, the next chapter that is supposed to have any good Ryan and Marissa parts isn't until chapter fifteen. So I'm sorry about that, but I think you'll be happy or contented (at least) with what will be going on with Summer and Seth. I will try to add some more Ryan and Marissa to the next few chapters, but right now it isn't planned. Sorry again! Anyway, I got to go and let you read this, so please enjoy this and PLEASE review! Thank you!

Chapter Eleven

Seth's mind was racing wildly as he pressed 'off' on the cordless white phone. IF Marissa was right, those fertility drugs had to be in the house somewhere. Seth was bound and determined to prove what Marissa said right or wrong before Summer arrived home. That way he'd know what to say to her when she came home. Or, at least, he'd have a better idea of what to say.

Seth decided to search for the drugs and hurried up the carpeted stairs. The first place to look was, of course, their bathroom. Summer kept all the medicine in their bathroom, in the medicine cabinet. Seth thoroughly searched the bathroom and found nothing. As he tried to think of a logical place Summer would hide something, nothing was really coming to mind. Perhaps that was because she never lied or hid things from Seth. Until now, that is.

He migrated slowly into their bedroom and looked around. It had to be somewhere easy to get to, but somewhere he wouldn't look on a daily basis. As his eyes scanned the room, they landed on one piece of furniture. The bedside table, next to Summer's side of the bed. The fertility drugs had to be in there. Seth couldn't even remember a time when he had opened that drawer. There had never been a reason to before now.

He moved swiftly to the bedside table and placed his hand on the handle. For some odd reason, he now felt extremely scared of opening the drawer. He could feel everything inside him turning inside out as he nervously breathed in deeply. He wanted to open the drawer so badly, so he could prove that Summer wasn't taking any fertility drugs. But Seth had a sickening feeling in his stomach. He could some how tell that when he opened the drawer, the opposite of what he wanted would be staring him in the face.

Oh, would you get a grip? Seth thought to himself grimly. Okay…Seth calmed himself down in his head. Just open the drawer…open the drawer! Seth told himself. He reluctantly pulled the handle back and the drawer swung out. Much to Seth's relief, all he could see in the drawer was magazines and some makeup. He breathed a sigh of relief and started to close the drawer.

But then he stopped. Something, he wasn't sure what, was telling him to dig deeper into that drawer. Seth reached into the drawer and pulled out magazine after magazine. It seemed like the drawer was never ending so Seth pulled the entire drawer out of the bedside table and flipped it upside down onto the bed. He had effectively emptied the drawer. He started digging through everything on the bed until his hand finally hit something round and larger than the other makeup containers. He nervously pulled his hand out of the pile and, with a deep breath, glanced at what he held in his hand.

It was a bottle of fertility drugs.

Seth felt as if he had been punched in the stomach (which he had experienced many times in high school). He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. She had lied to him. His wife was lying to him. What was going on here? Sure, Summer was not always the nicest or most honest of people to everyone, but after they had started dating, she hadn't lied to Seth ever. She always told him the truth, no matter what it was.

Seth looked down at the bottle in his hands again. The woman he married, the woman he had loved all his life, the woman he had trusted-she lied to him. And apparently didn't mind doing it. He had looked down at the bottle again and saw the date the prescription was filled. Almost two months ago. She had been lying for two months straight to him. He sank slowly down onto the bed and let go of the bottle, which hit the floor and rolled away from him. How was he ever going to be able to forgive her for this?

* * * * *

"What did Dr. Kincaid say to you?" Marissa asked as she turned left out of the hospital parking lot.

"That I should tell Seth about the drugs," Summer muttered weakly.

Marissa bit her lip nervously. I already did that for you Marissa thought grimly. "Well? Are you going to take her advice?" Marissa asked, praying and hoping that Summer was going to say yes. Maybe if she got home and told Seth, he'd be less mad at her.

"Nope," Summer said.

"Summer!" Marissa gasped as she shook her head in disbelief.

"What? I can't take them anymore, Katherine won't let me. She said in a few weeks we could try a different fertility drug, but I can't take the one I have any more. There's no reason for Seth to know and no way he'll ever find out," Summer said in her it-makes-perfect-sense voice.

Marissa contemplated telling Summer what she had done, but decided against it. She didn't want Summer to end up running away or doing something stupid like that. "So…if you start taking a different drug, do you plan on telling Seth about those ones?" Marissa questioned in a nonchalant voice.

"I guess…" Summer started. Then she shook her head and said, "I don't know…maybe, maybe not."

Marissa pulled the Jeep up the Cohens' driveway. "Well, here you are," Marissa said as she put the car in park. "Do you want me to walk you in?" Marissa asked.

"No, no, no, I'm fine," Summer said. She leaned over and kissed Marissa's check. "Thanks for dropping me off…and coming to the hospital in the first place," Summer said gratefully.

"You're welcome," Marissa paused. "Sum, please, talk to Seth, okay?" Maybe if Summer beats him to it, he won't tell her that he already knew Marissa thought half hopefully and half desperately.

Summer rolled her eyes at Marissa. "Riss, no. I'll see you later," Summer told her. "Bye," Summer added as she slammed the Jeep door shut. She hurried up the front stairs to the door and unlocked the door. As she stepped into the house, she shut the front door with her foot and flipped the lock. She threw her keys down on the small, round table by the door and hung her coat up on the coat hanger.

She turned around to see Seth coming down the stairs. He was looking at her in a weird way, a way he had never looked at her before. He looked almost angry or mad, but not quite…actually, it was more disappointed then anything else. Summer felt shocked. Why was he staring at her like that? He had never looked at her like that before-like she had just disappointed him so much, like she had hurt him deeply. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Summer asked as her voice wavered a bit.

"How dare you ask me that," Seth said simply. He was unable to keep the hurt and pain out of his voice.

"What?" Summer asked, feeling more and more nervous by the second.

"Don't you have anything you want to tell me?" Seth snapped. His eyes were flashing at her angrily.

"No, I don't. What? What are you talking about?" Summer asked. Her voice was filled with concern and worry.

"Don't even pretend anymore. I can't believe you. How could you lie to me? And for so long, Summer?" Seth questioned angrily.

"What are you talking about?" Summer asked again, panic raising in her throat as she became increasingly more worried and upset.

"I swear, Summer, if you make me say it…" Seth's voice trailed off and he glared at Summer coldly.

"What?" Summer asked, feeling self-conscious as Seth stepped closer to her and let his glare intensify.

"You're actually going to make me say it. I can not believe it. Summer, why didn't you tell me you where taking fertility drugs?" Seth shouted. He felt like he was going to burst if he waited for her to admit that she lied much longer.

Summer stared at Seth unbelievingly. "Oh, my gosh," Summer said. She let herself fall onto a chair in the hall. She felt panic rising higher and higher inside of her. "W-w-who told y-you?" Summer stammered slowly.

"Who cares who told me? The point is that you didn't tell me," Seth snapped. Summer bit her lip. Seth looked like he was going to go through the roof any minute now.

"I'm s-sorry," Summer whispered as her eyes filled slowly with salty tears.

"Don't say that. You're not sorry. If you were sorry, you would have felt guilt. And I would like to think that in two-TWO-whole months, you would have felt enough guilt to be driven to tell me what was going on, but did you? No, you didn't. And I want to know why right this instant," Seth demanded.

Summer stood up. "You tell me who told you and I'll answer all your questions," Summer said, trying to bargain.

"I don't believe it! You lie to me and now you're trying to bargain your way to knowing who had to rat you out because you didn't trust your own husband enough to let him know what was going on with you!" Seth screamed. "Besides, how many people did you tell that you can't figure out who it was who told me about you and your stupid fertility drugs?" Seth added angrily.

"Just Marissa and Katherine!" Summer screamed loudly.

"So who the hell do you think told me?" Seth screamed back.

"Marissa?!?!" Summer screamed in disbelief. Summer's eyes were growing wide. Seth nodded at Summer. "Oh, she did not!" Summer yelled. "She would not!" Summer paused before adding, "I'm going to kill her! How could she do this to me? She promised she wouldn't tell you and she did!"

"Don't you dare blame Riss for this! It is not her fault that you lied to your husband! Did you think about that? You didn't lie to your boyfriend of a few weeks, you didn't lie to a casual friend, you didn't lie to a stranger, you lied to your husband!" Seth yelled. "Does that word mean anything to you? Does our marriage mean anything to you?" Seth screamed.

"Gosh, Seth! Don't say that! Of course, our marriage means something to me! It means the world to me, Seth, you know that! Oh, gosh, Seth, just don't say that-I love you, you know I do," Summer cried out as tears filled her eyes for the second time.

"Fine! You love me! Does that mean anything to you? Because if it did, you wouldn't have lied to me, especially not for so long," Seth argued.

"Oh, Seth…" Summer voice trailed off as she shoot him a pleading look.

"Don't look at me like that. Tell me why you lied to me," Seth demanded.

"Okay, okay!" Summer said letting her voice break. "I lied to you because I knew you didn't want me to take those drugs. I knew you were worried about it and how they would affect me, but Seth-if you could just see the look in your eyes when we talked about having a baby. I could tell you wanted to have a baby more than anything else in this world. I know this is the only way we can have one. I had to do it. I had to do it for you," Summer whispered.

"Summer, you have got to know that it could have killed you to take those drugs," Seth said as his expression softened a bit.

"I know, I know…and I knew it then, but…I didn't care…I love you too much to let you down," Summer told him honestly as some tears slipped down her checks and more tears formed in her eyes.

"Summer, you could never let me down where that's concerned. I wouldn't care if you and I couldn't have a baby of our own. I'd still have you. I'd rather have you, alive, here, and with me, then have a biological baby of ours and you dead. Where would that leave me? My life would be over if yours was," Seth told her softly.

"Seth, you've done so much for me, all my life. I wanted, no, I want, to do this one thing for you. You've never asked me for anything and I've asked you for so much. I want to do this for you. I want to give you a biological daughter or son of your own. And I will. Eventually, no matter how many different fertility drugs I have to take, we're going to have a baby of our own. And I don't care what I have to do," Summer told Seth in weak voice, but also in a stubborn tone.

"Marissa told me what happened, with the hospital and all. What if you had died? What if you had slipped into a coma? I wouldn't have forgiven myself for not knowing about you taking the fertility drugs and how I didn't stop you. I wouldn't be able to live without you because if you died, a part of me, a huge part, would die, too. I want us to have an honest marriage, without all these secrets and lies. I love you and I always want to know what's going on with you," Seth told her.

"I'm sorry, Seth, I really am, I just really need to do this for you. I knew you wouldn't approve or, probably, even let me take the fertility drugs if I told you that I was going to. I did this for you," Summer said as all the tears left in her brown eyes flooded out and splashed onto her face. "I'm sorry, I am so sorry," Summer sobbed.

Seth watched as Summer started to sob uncontrollably. He stepped closer to her and pulled her into his arms. He couldn't stand to see her in such horrible pain, especially knowing that she went through it all for him. "Shh…it's okay," Seth said reassuringly. He rubbed her back while he smoothed down her hair gently. After a few minutes, Seth pulled away from Summer and looked at her bandaged forehead and left arm. He reached up and gently let his fingers graze the bandage on her forehead. Even though Seth's touch was as gentle as it could be and even through the bandage, she could still feel the sharp pain well. She winced slightly as he whispered, "How bad is it?"

"It's going to be fine," Summer whispered back. She stepped closer to Seth and laid her head down on his shoulder. He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Why don't I take you up to bed? Hmm?" Seth said to her, still whispering. "You look tired…plus I bet the doctor wants you to go straight to bed and rest, huh?" Seth added. Summer nodded slowly. She held up three fingers at Seth. Seth looked at her. "Three what?" Seth asked.

"Three days to rest," Summer said in a low voice that was weak and little unlike her normal voice.

"I'm going to carry you upstairs, sweetie," Seth said to Summer as he bent a little to pick Summer up. Summer nodded and laid her head against Seth's shoulder. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and closed her eyes, letting a deep sigh escape from her mouth. She was already drifting off to sleep when Seth reached their bedroom. He pulled back the covers with one hand and then slowly laid Summer down on the bed. He pulled the covers over her just in time to hear her whisper to him, her sentence broken up because she was so exhausted, "Seth…stay here…with me…please."

"I am, Sum," Seth said turning around. He climbed into the bed on his side and pulled Summer closer to him. She leaned her head against him, as he took her hand in his, and she fell asleep just like that.

Even though he still felt some anger towards Summer, he had to admit he was happy to have Summer in his arms again. She looked so peaceful and angelic as she slept in his arms that he couldn't help, but forgive her. After all, she did something wrong, but she did it for the right reasons and she was sorry for lying to him. That's all that mattered-that she was sorry. Seth kissed the side of Summer's head once last time that night before falling asleep himself.

* * * * *

As Marissa pulled up her driveway and parked the car, she found that she was still thinking about Summer and Seth. She was praying that Summer wouldn't be too angry with her about what had happened. She knew that Summer shouldn't be lying to Seth, but she also knew that she shouldn't be breaking her promises to her best friend. She just hoped that Summer would forgive her for telling Seth.

On the other hand, whether Summer had realized it or not, she had put an idea into Marissa's head that she just couldn't get out of her head. Summer had said how she wanted to take the fertility drugs for Seth so that she could give him something after all he has done for her. This made Marissa start to think about what she had done for Ryan, in all the time they knew each other. Marissa couldn't come up with very many things. Or, at least, not big things, not things that counted for a lot.

She walked up to her front door, pulling her key out, as she made her final decision. She wanted to give Ryan something, just as Summer wanted to give Seth something, because he was always doing things for her, but she never really did anything for him. She knew just what she had to give Ryan. She was going to move to New York. Because that's what Ryan needed from her at that moment.

She pushed the front door open and stepped inside her home. Her shoes clicked and clacked as she walked across the marble floor. "Riss? Is that you?" Ryan called from the kitchen.

"What are you eating?" Marissa asked as she entered the room, not bothering to answer Ryan's question, and kissed Ryan's cheek.

"Frozen dinners," Ryan said smirking at her. "I'm an excellent cook, did you happen to know that?"

"Really? I didn't know," Marissa teased back.

"Well," Ryan started as he pulled a forkful of macaroni from his bowl and pointed it towards Marissa's mouth, "try some." Marissa opened her mouth teasingly and let Ryan feed her the macaroni.

Marissa nodded approvingly. "That is excellent. You are an excellent cook. Soooo very excellent," Marissa said dragging her words out as she grinned at Ryan.

"So where have you been?" Ryan asked.

"Ugh, that can wait a few minutes, because I have something else to tell you first," Marissa told him. "Now, I don't want you to say anything, I'm just going to tell you this and we're going to go with my decision on this, okay?" Marissa said seriously.

Ryan raised his eyebrows. "Isn't it kind of dangerous to answer a question like that if you don't know what the decision is?" Ryan questioned Marissa.

"Maaaaybe. Take a chance. What are you, a whip?" Marissa teased as she became playful again.

Ryan laughed. "Fine, fine, I agree," Ryan nodded. "Now, what is it?"

"I've decided that we're moving to New York. It's a great business opportunity for you and we won't have to live out there forever," Marissa blurted out. She paused and then added, "Who knows? We might even like it there!" Marissa smiled at Ryan softly.

"Are you sure?" Ryan asked as he put down the bowl of macaroni.

"Yes. You need this right now and I'm going to support you," Marissa smiled at Ryan reassuringly. "So…when do we leave?" Marissa asked.

"I'll talk to my boss tomorrow and find out," Ryan promised. "Thanks for this, Riss. I know it isn't going to be easy, but we'll be back in Newport before you know it," Ryan told her as he pulled Marissa into his arms and held her, as close as he could with her big stomach. As Ryan rubbed Marissa's back comfortingly, he suddenly remembered that he wanted to ask her something. "So where were you today?" Ryan asked.

"At the hospital with Summer," Marissa answered.

"What happened? Why didn't you or Seth call me? I would have come to be there!" Ryan said as his voice filled with concern for his sister-in-law. Marissa then quickly explained everything about Summer and the fertility drugs. When she finished, Ryan was staring at her incredulously. "Why didn't you tell me or Seth about it?" he asked angrily.

"Ryan!" Marissa exclaimed. "I couldn't break a promise to Summer like that. If Seth had asked you to keep a secret for him, I know you wouldn't have just gone and told Summer. What was I supposed to do? She didn't want him to know!" Marissa asked. She was shocked that Ryan was so mad about this.

"I'll be surprised if Seth forgives her for lying. How did he sound on the phone?" Ryan asked.

"He sounded upset and worried-and angry! But he's definitely going to forgive her! What would happen if he didn't forgive her?" Marissa asked shaking her head at Ryan.

"Well, I'm thinking along the lines of a divorce, Marissa," Ryan told her simply.

"A d-divorce? Have you lost your mind? Why would they get divorced?! You have lost your mind, you're acting insane!" Marissa yelled.

"Oh, Marissa, calm down, all I meant was if he didn't forgive her it would probably just drive a huge wedge in between them, which would probably lead to more problems, and then, ultimately, a divorce. It's a logical path if he doesn't forgive her," Ryan explained to Marissa, whom was glaring at Ryan with wide eyes than normal.

"Why wouldn't he forgive her?" Marissa spat angrily.

"She lied about something pretty important, Riss," Ryan answered.

"Okay, so she did something wrong, but she did it for good reasons!" Marissa argued.

"Yes, but so what? Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons is still wrong. Summer knows that, Seth knows that," Ryan replied.

"Seth is going to forgive her," Marissa said trying to sound confident.

"I hope you're right. Otherwise, they are both in for a bumpy, rough ride," Ryan told her. "Either way, the next time I see Summer she'll be hearing from me…I can not believe she acted so stupid. She could have killed herself," Ryan said shaking his head sadly at the thought.

"Please! She's paid for what she did, she knows how upset and angry Seth is with her," Marissa argued.

"Marissa, can we stop arguing about this? We can come back to it in the morning and we can go visit Seth and Summer, you know, see how they're doing. Because, if you think about it, it doesn't really matter how we feel about it, it's how they feel about it," Ryan said to Marissa. "Why don't we go look at some of the houses in New York? The company sent over paperwork and pictures of a bunch of different ones that we could stay in," Ryan said trying to change the subject.

"Okay," Marissa said reluctantly as she gave in and let Ryan change the subject. As she followed Ryan into his study to look through the houses, she promised herself that they would go visit Seth and Summer the following morning and see what was going on now.