I am sorry it took so long for me to write this next chapter...but here it is :)

Act 10: Break time

Ingrid felt like her heart was going to explode; she felt her cheeks burning red and a smile creep up when Fillmore pulled away. "What's this?! I made Ingrid Third beet red!" he laughed out loud which made her smile even more.

"Uhh Fillmore?" he looked at her questionably but before he could form a question out loud she kissed him. When they parted both looked at each other happily. Putting her down he grasped her hand.

"So where would you like to go first Ingrid?" He asked looking out at the other trees.

"I don't think anything else is open right now, it is pretty early" she replied, "Why don't we just walk for a little bit?"

"Sounds good to me"

She felt at peace and wanted it to last forever, but yet her mothers' image passed before her eyes, but she saw that it was one that was smiling. She smiled brightly her mother would want her to be happy, she knew that, and although she missed her dearly it was nice to have someone in her life who could take away the pain. She glanced at Fillmore he had a peaceful look on his face; he noticed her watching him and looked back at her. "What's up?" he asked raising one of his eyebrows.

"Just looking at you" they smiled, Ingrid realized that they had left the park and were now in a part of the town. Near by was the cheese shop, she remembered that case clearly. "Hey Fillmore?"

"Yeah?" He asked not looking at her but the cheese shop as well.

"Remember the shmoits case?"

"Yep I do"

"Thank you for saving me that day" his hand tightened in hers.

"When I saw those crates falling…" Ingrid kissed him quickly on the cheek which startled him out of his thoughts.

"Thanks again Fillmore, though if I remember correctly you made fun of me after that"

He smiled, "How could I resist making fun of the "cute face"" he said laughing a bit. She punched him lightly on his arm, he looked at her and both moved on.

"Hey Fillmore look a new café" she said pointing at an orange sign; it read Oshun's Cake they walked in seeing that it was open.

"Good morning to you" smiled a woman who looked like she was in her mid twenties, she had long dark brown hair and brilliant green eyes. Ingrid just stared at her for a moment. "What can I get you two today?" she asked brightly.

"Can I get a cup of hot cocoa, what about you Ingrid?" he asked turning to her, she stared at the woman a few moments longer and then blurted out "What he is having."

The woman smiled and turned to get their orders, Fillmore dragged Ingrid to a small round table that had a detailed red tablecloth, patterns of flowers it seemed. Ingrid looked down for a moment, that woman looked almost exactly like her mother! The woman came around and placed their cups on the table, "My name is Ingrid" she said startling Fillmore a bit, it was unusual for her to act so shaken like this. The woman smiled "Nice to meet you Ingrid and might I add that it is a beautiful name, I am Rebecca." She glanced at the door to see two more people come in, "Well have to get back to work, if you need anything don't be afraid to call me" and with that she was gone.

Ingrid looked at Fillmore's puzzled look "She reminds me of my mother" she said blushing a bit. Fillmore glanced at the woman who was taking orders now.

"Ingrid, that may be so but you have to remember that she isn't"

She sighed and looked at the woman again "I know it's just weird."

When they had finished their drinks and paid for them, they walked out waving good bye to Rebecca. "So its 11 o'clock where to now?" Asked Fillmore.

"Hmm well we did say that we would be home for my dad's lunch, and I don't want to disappoint him" she said with a far away look. She still remembered the incident this morning and didn't want to see her father like that again, she wished that she could just enjoy the day but thoughts of her parents kept springing to her mind unwanted. Fillmore grasped her hand and stopped them from walking for a moment; he lifted her face to his and looked into her eyes.

"Ingrid, I love you, and I know that you're thinking of your mother… I just want you to know that I am here for you" she smiled at this and hugged him tightly.

"I know Fillmore, I love you too."

They walked into Ingrid's house to hear a loud crash coming from the kitchen, Ingrid let go of Fillmore's hand and ran calling out "Dad?!" When they got to the kitchen they saw her father lying on the ground rubbing his head a bit and her sister helping him up.

"I am sorry dad I didn't know that pots were going to do that!"

"Its okay pumpkin, I am alright" Ingrid breathed a sigh of relief at that and helped pick up the fallen pots that littered the kitchen floor. Fillmore helped as well and wondered in Ingrid was feeling a bit shaken.

"Well that was some excitement for this morning" said her father smiling brightly. He got up and looked at the counter "And look our sandwiches are fine!" They walked out to the patio and Ingrid grabbed some glasses and poured some juice then they all sat down and began to eat.

"Man Mr. Third these sandwiches are great!" exclaimed Fillmore taking another bite, "What's in them?" he asked.

"Family secret" he answered with a wink.

When lunch was finished they helped clean up and then said their farewells for now. Ingrid walked out of the house and looked at Fillmore, "Well again we find ourselves without an idea of where to go" she said smiling. He looked at his watch which read 2 o'clock.

"Well we still have time to hit that fair that came in" he suggested.

"Sounds like a great idea."

At the fair they found themselves surrounded by people, they walked slowly threw playing a few games and Ingrid even won a stuffed animal for herself, much to Fillmore's displeasure. "Look the guy is supposed to win the toy for his girlfriend!" He exclaimed glaring at the ground.

"Fillmore you lost the game three tim-" he covered her mouth.

"Shh don't say that out loud! We're looking at people knowing that I don't have a good dart ability" Ingrid rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

"Fillmore I don't think that anyone is going to care if you can't throw a dart at a balloon." She said sarcastically, she suddenly spotted the Farris wheel entrance thinking about it for a moment she decided to ask. "Fillmore, can we go on the ferries wheel?" He looked at her and nodded, they walked towards the entrance hand in hand.

Well that is all I can type for now, but I try and write more soon. Tell me what you think :)