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r sees everything she does

Ryan Atwood walked down the cemented boardwalk, sort of shuffling his feet against the sand tracked out from the beach. He heard traces of her voice. But he thought his ears were deceiving him. So he turned his head. Then there she was. He stood there and stared at her spilling her heart out to Seth. He was in awe. She was just so gorgeous, smiling and slightly blushing. He started at her head and glanced her body over. Noting that her naturally wavy hair had dried straight and sat loosely on her shoulders. He looked at her pink Juicy sweats, her flat white flip-flops. Then to her white poplin covered breasts. He paused at her enormous belly. She was everything he wanted. Everything he could ever ask for or want. And more.

But he felt like a sick perv thinking that. Afterall, she was seven-months pregnant.

He shook his head to snap out of his own thoughts and walked on the sand to her.

When he arrived at his destination, he squatted and hugged her, whispering, "Hey," into her ear.

"Hey," she responded, smiling, before kissing his cheek like she had done countless times before. He pulled away and smiled back at her.

Seth looked between the pair, then sighed and commented, "I'm gonna go watch the playback." But neither Ryan or Marissa heard him.

"So what's up?" she asked him.

"Nothing," he responded. Which was a lie. He had a ton of homework. But he'd rather spend his time with her. Talk to her. Or whatever. He just wanted to be in her company. "So, I was just thinking about getting a Balboa Bar?" he half-asked.

"Ooh," she replied, loving that he could read her mind like that. "Really?"

"Um, yeah. You wanna come?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed zealously, trying to stand up in the midst. He offered his hand to hers. She graciously took it, then he pulled her up onto her feet and she dropped it.

As the walked to the vendor, their hands found each other again, bringing back that feeling. The feeling they both loved. Longed for. The feeling that never arose in different company.

As they kept walking, Marissa took her first bites into her ice cream, and Ryan asked, "So, how are you?"

"Tired," she responded, with a small, nervous laugh. "And kind of nervous. A little bit scared."

"Why?"

"I don't know. There's just so much I can worry about."

"'Ey, stop stressing. It's the last thing you need. Everything will be fine."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he replied with a sly little smile that could only be described as drool-worthy.

She didn't exactly believe the words he spoke, but she was willing to try. For Ryan.

Marissa looked over at his handsome face and started to giggle. "Ryan, you have chocolate. Right here," she pointed to the corner of her mouth.

He stuck his tongue out to try and clean it. "I get it?"

She shook her head. "No. Here, let me."

Marissa leaned in and up for his lips, kissing them with medium strength, brushing her tongue against his lips. Then pulling her head away, she realized that she had reignited their spark.

He titled his head a little bit and had his free hand fly to her head, making sure her lips didn't leave his. He opened his mouth and wished they could just do it there on the boardwalk. But he refrained.

Aww, shucks.

Author's note: So that was a little bit longer than the last one. Not much, but a little. Anyway, leave me a review. :)

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