Marissa heard the pool house door latch closed, and her eyes immediately fluttered open. Her thoughts immediately went towards Ryan, and where he was, and what he was doing. It was then, that Marissa realized the arm that was placed firmly around her waist. Marissa shifted herself in bed and turned so she was facing Ryan. A sleeping Ryan shifted himself back in bed, and waited for Marissa to settle once again before pulling her towards him and tightening his grip around her. Marissa smiled as Ryan slid her body as close to his as possible, she ran her fingers through Ryan's hair, and leaned in, gently placing a kiss on his forehead. Ryan unconsciously let out a small smile and nuzzled his face into Marissa, who willingly allowed Ryan to tangle his body up with hers. Marissa let her arm drape across Ryan's stomach as she slowly closed her eyes once again.

Hours had passed and Ryan was battling sleep. He hadn't been able to relax since he'd found Samantha sitting on the front porch, and now, after having woken up numerous times since he'd returned to the pool house, he was giving up hope. Ryan brought his hands up to his face, slowly rubbing his eyes, and let out a small sigh. Ryan looked up at the pool house ceiling for a few minutes before closing his eyes again, and attempting to fall back asleep.

Minutes later, Ryan's eyes flew open again, as he finally accepted the fact that he wasn't going to get any sleep that night. He turned his head, looking over towards a sleeping Marissa lying next to him. Ryan slowly removed Marissa's arm, which remained draped over his stomach, and slipped out of bed. Ryan walked towards the door, slowly opening it and looking back at Marissa to make sure he hadn't woke her. With Marissa still contently asleep in bed, Ryan closed the door behind him, and made his way into the house.

As Ryan approached the house, he could see Kirsten through the window; she was sitting in the family room, with her back to the door. Ryan stopped, immediately wondering if he should just go back to the pool house and sit in silence, but after a few seconds he decided against it. Ryan took another of his deep breaths for the day and opened the door, stepping into the house. Kirsten turned immediately and looked at Ryan. Ryan hung his head slightly knowing all to well that she was disappointed in him.

Kirsten: Ryan…are you okay?

Ryan nodded his head as he moved through the kitchen into the family room and sat down in a chair next to the couch, it was then he realized she had a sleeping Samantha cradled in her arms. Kirsten watched Ryan as he walked, and could tell by his body language that we was uncomfortable; when he sat down, he would barely make eye contact with her, and remained with his head hung low.

Ryan: I'm sorry…for leaving earlier…I just, I…I'm sorry.

Kirsten: I'm just glad you came back.

Ryan: I wasn't running away…if that's what you thought.

Kirsten: It's not…honestly Ryan; I didn't know what to think.

Ryan brought his eyes up from the floor and looked at Kirsten. He was surprised to find that she didn't look mad or annoyed, not even disappointed, the only look in her eye, was a look of worry.

Ryan: I just needed to think…I needed to be alone.

Kirsten nodded her head as if she understood, and looked down at Samantha.

Ryan: Can I hold her?

Kirsten looked over at Ryan and a smile immediately appeared on her face.

Kirsten: Of course.

Ryan moved over to the couch and sat next to Kirsten, as she carefully passed the baby off to Ryan.

Kirsten: Be careful, you have to support her neck and…

Kirsten stopped talking as Ryan cradled the baby his arms. Samantha seemed to stir for only a second before settling into her father's arms and falling back into a deep sleep. As soon as Ryan took hold of his baby, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

Ryan: She's beautiful.

Kirsten: Yes, she is.

Ryan looked up from Samantha and smiled at Kirsten.

Kirsten: I'm glad you're okay.

Ryan: Thanks.

Ryan looked back down at Samantha and Kirsten followed his gaze, looking down at the sleeping child as well.

Ryan: Why are you still up?

Kirsten: I can't sleep.

Ryan: I guess that makes two of us.

Kirsten and Ryan shared a laugh and a smile before the room filled with silence once again. A few minutes passed before either spoke up.

Kirsten: I was thinking that tomorrow, you could stay home from school…

Ryan looked over at Kirsten slightly confused.

Kirsten: …we have to pick up some things for Samantha, and I was also going to try and get her an appointment with Seth's old pediatrician. I was hoping you'd come with me.

Ryan: Of course.

Kirsten: Good.

Ryan nodded his head and looked down towards Samantha who remained sleeping in his arms. Ryan began rocking her from side to side as he held her.

Kirsten: Ryan, you know Sandy and I would do anything for you, right?

Ryan: I do.

Kirsten: You're a big part of this family Ryan, and now, so is Samantha.

Ryan nodded his head, indicating that he understood.

Marissa: Ryan?

Kirsten and Ryan immediately turned their heads to find a groggy Marissa standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

Ryan: Hey.

Marissa: Hey…

Marissa looked between both Ryan and Kirsten.

Marissa: …sorry, I just woke up and you weren't there…

Ryan: I couldn't sleep; Kirsten and I were just talking.

Kirsten: Why don't you go back to bed…I'll take care of Samantha tonight; you two get some rest.

Ryan looked over at Kirsten nodded his head. He slowly stood up from the couch, being careful as to not wake Samantha. He carefully passed Samantha back to Kirsten, and leaned in, placing a small kiss on Samantha's forehead. Ryan stood up straight and looked at Kirsten in the eyes once again.

Ryan: Thank you.

Kirsten smiled and nodded her head.

Kirsten: You're welcome…now go to bed.

A faint smile appeared on Ryan's face as he turned towards the kitchen, and walked towards Marissa. When he approached her Ryan reached his hand out, letting his fingers intertwine with Marissa's.

Ryan: Are you okay?

Marissa: Shouldn't I be asking you that?

Ryan: Old habit.

Marissa smiled as Ryan leaned in placing a kiss on the side of her head. Both of their hands seemed to grip the other one's a little tighter as they turned and made their way back outside and into the pool house.