Ryan and Marissa made their way back to the pool house and immediately got back into bed. Ryan lay on his back staring up at the ceiling, while Marissa lay on her side, spooning up against him. About twenty minutes had passed since they'd returned to the pool house and neither had spoken.

Marissa: Are you sure you're okay?

Ryan looked down at Marissa briefly and nodded his head. Marissa watched as his eyes darted around the room, and he shifted his weight on the bed.

Marissa: I'm going to tell you something…but I don't want you to get mad…

Marissa eyed Ryan, as his head dropped a little so he could look at Marissa.

Marissa: …I don't believe you.

A playful smile appeared on Marissa's face, and in turn caused Ryan to crack a smile as well. Marissa thought she might have cracked the ice, but other than Ryan's small smile, there was no movement from him.

Marissa: Ryan, I know you're hurting; I can feel it; I can read it on your face. I just want you to know, that when you're ready to talk, I'll listen.

Marissa looked up at Ryan again, who was still fixated on the ceiling. She knew he had heard her, but she also knew that one thing you can't do with Ryan, is push him. With a small sigh, Marissa rolled over in bed, with her back facing Ryan. She pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes, in an attempt to fall back asleep. Ryan's eyes immediately moved from the ceiling to Marissa when she moved away from him. Ryan watched her for a few minutes before slowly turning onto his side and sliding his body towards Marissa in bed. Marissa could feel his presence behind her and allowed her body to lean back into Ryan's. Ryan lay his head on Marissa's pillow, and draped an arm around her. Marissa's fingers immediately found Ryan's and they intertwined.

Ryan: (Quietly) I'm scared.

Marissa immediately turned over in bed so she was facing Ryan. Ryan had his head down, and was avoiding eye contact.

Marissa: Of what?

Ryan: Everything…I don't know what's going on, or what's going to happen. And I have no idea how to be a father, let alone a good one…I just…feel helpless.

Marissa brought her hand up, cupping Ryan's cheek with her palm, and raised his head.

Marissa: Ryan, you're a lot of things, but helpless isn't one of them.

Marissa ran her thumb across Ryan's cheek, while Ryan wrapped his arms around Marissa, pulling her close to him, and buried his head in her neck. Marissa's hand moved from Ryan's cheek to the back of his head, as she ran her fingers across his neck and played with his hair.

Ryan: Why would she tell me that she miscarried?

Marissa: I don't know.

Ryan tightened his grip around Marissa and nuzzled his head a little deeper into her neck.

Ryan: I don't understand how she could do this.

Marissa: I wish I knew, but I don't know what to tell you.

Ryan: I don't know what to do…

Ryan took in a deep breath and Marissa could feel Ryan's chest expand against hers. Marissa could feel Ryan's breath on her skin, as silence filled the room once again. A few minutes passed, and then Marissa realized her shoulder was wet. Ryan's stomach heaved in and out as Marissa could hear a muffled sniffle coming from Ryan. Marissa didn't say anything, she just held onto Ryan a little tighter and ran her hand up and down Ryan's back. After a few minutes, it seemed as though Ryan had settled and Marissa slid her body down Ryan's slightly.

Marissa: Ryan…

Marissa brought her face closer to Ryan's, but Ryan turned his head into the pillow, avoiding looking at her.

Marissa: …hey, it's okay.

Marissa stroked the hair on Ryan's neck and let her head lay right next to Ryan's.

Marissa: Ryan…look at me.

Ryan let out a small groan before eventually turning his head to face Marissa. Ryan had his eyes closed as his face finally appeared to Marissa. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes were wet. Marissa immediately brought her hand up brushing Ryan's tears away from his face, as he had done for her so many times before. As Marissa gently ran her fingers across Ryan's face, his eyes peeked open to find Marissa watching him longingly.

Ryan: I…

Marissa: (Interrupting) You don't have to say anything.

Ryan looked Marissa in the eyes, and realized that he really didn't have to say anything, because she knew already. Ryan pulled Marissa towards him and held on to her tightly.

Ryan: I love you.

Marissa: I love you too.

They both smiled at each other, as silence filled the room once again.

Ryan: And…I'm sorry.

Marissa: For what?

Ryan: For leaving.

Marissa: Why did you run away?

Ryan: I wasn't…

Marissa: (Interrupting) You forget who you're talking to here.

A smile appeared on Ryan's face before he even realized it.

Marissa: There's that smile I love.

Ryan's smile remained on his face, and soon a smile appeared on Marissa's face as well.

Marissa: So…

Ryan: I just needed some time.

Marissa: Well, next time you tell me you're not going anywhere, do you think you could hang around for more than half an hour?

Ryan: I wasn't running away from you.

Marissa: But you were running away…

Ryan: I wasn't running away.

Marissa: But you thought about it…

Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself, waiting a beat before responding.

Ryan: Sometimes I think you know me too well.

Marissa: That's because I do.