AN: Okay, so these scenes are not chronological, they take place at different times over the summer. This scene is for Joey.

Teresa was cooking dinner despite her swollen feet. It was the least she could do since she couldn't work anymore. Being pregnant sucked more that she imagined.

She'd heard Ryan park the car in the driveway but he hadn't come in yet. She left the fajitas to cook and peeked out the window. He'd started bringing home scraps from his work site a few weeks earlier and today she saw her convertible loaded up with 2 by 4's and plywood.

She let out a sigh. The baby wasn't even borne yet, but he seemed hell bent on having a swingset built before she came to term. She returned to the stove and flipped the fajitas. Her mother would be home soon and she knew that he'd want to be inside and cleaned up before she got here.

Finally, Ryan stepped in, drenched with sweat. He seemed so tired lately, he worked long hours at the construction site, taking any overtime he could get and whenever he was home he'd spend it working on the swing. There were sketches of his plan scattered all over the house.

"Hey," He said, kissing her on the cheek.

"You're all sweaty," She murmured, turning her face to meet his lips. She kissed him and tasted cigarettes on his breath again.

"Yep. Sorry, I'll get changed…"

"Ryan, about the swing…" She started, needing to get her thoughts off her chest. She didn't want to keep all her issues inside, she wanted to set a better example for Ryan.

"Are we going through this again?" He asked, lowering his gaze with a sigh.

"The baby's not going to be able to use it for years…"

"Once the baby comes, I'm not going to have time to build it…"

"I think you're just avoiding me," She said to his back as he went toward his bedroom.

"What?" He met her gaze, pivoting around.

"You heard me. You're so unhappy here that you'll use any excuse to avoid spending time with me," She stated seriously. She hated to antagonize him into a conversation, but he hadn't grown more talkative after his hiatus from Chino. He was still quiet and brooding, just like before and she had to goad him into communicating back then, too.

"Teresa. I want this kid to have all the stuff we never had…" Ryan started slowly.

Teresa realized her mistake. He was telling her the truth. He wanted to make a home for this child, he really did and he wanted it to have all the things he never had. Like a swingset.

"I just thought that it would be nice for him to have somewhere to play…" Ryan continued as Teresa tried to find the words to apologize.

"I…"

"The parts are free, the labor's free, and until the baby's old enough, the neighbor kids can use it…I just don't understand why it bothers you so much…" Ryan admitted.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, Ryan, it's a great idea."

His blue eyes showed her that he didn't believe her. He looked at her with a confused expression on his face but his eyes told her that he was hurt.

"I mean…" She started.

"You know what? I need to go get changed. I'll stop working on the swing, okay? I'll collect the parts, I'll put them somewhere and when you think the baby's old enough, we'll talk about it again. I'm going to go get into the shower." He disappeared before she could stop him.

The baby was fucking up her moods. She should have known that Ryan wasn't avoiding her, he'd given up a posh life in Newport to come be with her and she'd basically accused him of not caring. When he really did care. He cared more than he should.

She finished up the fajitas and covered them. She went down the hall to the bathroom and tried the door. It was locked. She stood on her tiptoes and found the key, unlocking it quietly. She closed the door behind her.

The bathroom was steamy and she knew that Ryan was trying to work the pain out of his aching back. Sometimes he'd let her massage his sore shoulders but lately, he'd been rubbing her feet instead.

She was taking him for granted already. She couldn't do that. She had to make him happy. She stepped out of her clothes and pulled the shower curtain back.

"Teresa, what the hell…"

"I'm sorry, Ryan." She stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed.