Marissa pulled her Jeep up the Cohen's driveway, it was a little after 2:00am. Ryan and Marissa stepped out of the car and stood in front of the house. Ryan looked up at the mansion he once called home, while Marissa headed towards the front door.
Ryan: Wait.
Marissa stopped and turned towards Ryan.
Ryan: They are probably asleep, why don't we just go through the back, I can talk to them tomorrow morning.
Marissa nodded and the two of them walked around the back of the house and entered the pool house. Marissa sat down on the bed and Ryan set his bag down and walked around the pool house.
Ryan: I feel like I haven't been here in years.
Marissa: These have been a long three weeks.
Ryan joined Marissa on the bed, and took her hand in his.
Marissa: How's Theresa doing?
Ryan looked at her somewhat surprised that she would be asking.
Ryan: She's good…I guess.
Marissa: You guess?
Ryan: Well sometimes I wonder why I'm even there.
Marissa looked up at Ryan, a glint of hope in her eyes.
Ryan: Theresa's got her mom there who tends to her and takes care of everything that she needs. I'm pretty much just the man around the house; I do the dishes and take out the trash, vacuum the floors and cook breakfast. I'm not really doing anything for her besides simply being there. Sometimes I wonder if I gave up my shot at a second chance for a kid that might not even be mine.
Marissa: Do you think it's yours?
Ryan: I don't know…I think Theresa wants it to be mine, but Eddie doesn't, and he is most certainly not thrilled about the fact that I'm living there.
Marissa: Does he come over a lot?
Ryan: Not really, he came over when I first got there and we got into a fight because I confronted him about hitting Theresa, and then he confronted me about sleeping with her. When he does come over, he's usually there for about five minutes, he comes in says hi to Theresa and then takes off with his friends to go party. I just try to stay out of his way.
Marissa: That doesn't seem very fair.
Ryan: It's not. There isn't one person out of the three of us who is ready to be a parent. I get why Theresa can't give up the baby, but I worry about what kind of life this kid is going to have. And now I have to worry about Seth too…
Ryan shifted his glance from Marissa to the backyard, and stared out towards the ocean. For a couple minutes they sat in silence, feeling no need for small talk. Eventually, Marissa spoke up.
Marissa: Why don't we just go to bed?
Ryan: Are you staying?
Marissa: I…yeah…unless…
Ryan: Stay.
Ryan smiled at Marissa and she of course smiled back. Ryan shifted back on the bed and lay down on the right side, while Marissa lay on the left. Ryan turned on to his side and reached over and turned the lamp off. Marissa turned on to her side as well with her back to Ryan. Ryan turned back towards Marissa and shifted over in the bed so he was next to her. Ryan wrapped his arm around Marissa and pulled her into him. Marissa smiled to herself and moved her hand down and put it over his, their fingers intertwined immediately. Ryan nestled his head down next to hers.
Ryan: Goodnight.
Marissa: Goodnight.
Ryan closed his eyes and thought he might actually be able to get his first night of good sleep in three weeks. Ryan was slowly drifting to sleep when he heard Marissa's voice.
Marissa: (Softly) Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah.
Marissa: I…I thought I was never going to see you again.
Ryan: Me too.
Marissa: I don't want to lose you…Ryan, I can't lose you.
Ryan: I know what you mean; we'll figure this out.
Marissa: I hope so.
Ryan held Marissa closer and tighter and the two soon drifted off to sleep.