Marissa awoke the next morning to find strong arms wrapped around her. She opened her eyes and found herself face to face with a sleeping Ryan. Marissa looked over at the clock, and realized she had to be at school in half an hour. With only mild hesitation, Marissa removed Ryan's arms from around her waist and quietly slipped out of bed, heading towards the bathroom. Marissa made a brief pit stop at Ryan's dresser, knelling down and opening the bottom drawer. She pulled out some clothes she had stashed there for nights she stayed over, before making her way into the bathroom to change. Usually Marissa had time to run home before school, and barely convince her mother she had been in all night, but there wasn't anything usual about this morning.

Marissa emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, taking a rain check on her morning shower, and moving towards the bed to wake Ryan. Marissa sat on the side on the bed, and leaned in towards Ryan, placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. Ryan opened one of his eyes and looked up at Marissa.

Marissa: Morning.

Ryan let out some sort of morning noise that couldn't be classified as a grunt or a moan.

Marissa: Come on, school starts soon.

Ryan: I'm not going.

Marissa: What?

Ryan rolled onto his back and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Ryan: Kirsten and I are taking Samantha to the doctor, and…we have to do something else too…I don't know, it's too early.

Marissa: Oh, okay…well, then I should get to school.

Marissa tried standing up from the bed, but Ryan pulled her back down, and quickly rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

Marissa: Ryan, I really need to get to school.

Ryan: You sound angry, but that smile on your face tells me otherwise.

Marissa immediately wiped the smile, that she didn't even know she had, off her face; and tried to look stern, but it only made Ryan's smile grow bigger.

Ryan: One good morning kiss isn't going to kill you.

Marissa's smile appeared on her face again, as Ryan's face inched closer to hers.

Marissa: I guess you're right.

Ryan leaned in and kissed Marissa, and as their one kiss turned into several, and their several turning into a mini-morning make-out session, school was the last thing on both their minds.

Marissa's bright red Mustang screeched into an empty parking spot in the Harbor parking lot. School had already started, so there wasn't a person in sight. Marissa got out of her car and locked it up before throwing her purse over her shoulder and quickly walking towards the school, silently cursing Ryan the whole time. "One good morning kiss won't kill you," she thought to herself, as she entered the school, walking past closed classroom doors jammed full of young teens. "It might give me detention though," she thought as she approached the door to her history class. Marissa placed her hand on the doorknob, and turned it slowly, opening the door and stepping into the classroom.

Teacher: Miss Cooper…you're late.

Marissa: Sorry.

The teacher looked at Marissa out of the corner of his eye.

Teacher: Take a seat.

Marissa nodded her head and walked down an aisle of occupied desks. "Damn Ryan…why does he have to be so irresistible?" she asked herself as she sat down in an empty desk at the back of the classroom. Once she was settled, she turned her attention to the other side of the classroom where Seth was seated.

Seth: (Mouthing the words) I thought you weren't coming.

Marissa got a confused look her face, as she couldn't make out what Seth was trying to tell her. Seth was slightly aggravated, so he tried again, this time slower, and more enunciated. Seth raised his arm pointing to himself.

Seth: (Mouthing) I…

Seth moved his arm and pointed to his brain next.

Seth: …thought…

Seth pointed across the room towards Marissa.

Seth: …you…

Seth shook his head and crossed his hands over one another.

Seth: …weren't coming…

Seth motioned to the classroom they were both in.

Seth: …to scho –

Teacher: And…Mr. Cohen, can you tell me the answer to number three?

Seth attention was brought away from Marissa and directed towards the teacher standing at the front of the classroom.

Seth: Uh…

Teacher: Maybe if you spent a little more time listening to the lecture and a little less time talking to your friends, you'd know the answer.

The teacher looked at Seth for a second longer before giving up.

Teacher: Who knows the answer to number three?

A few arms shot up in different directions as the teacher called on a person to answer the question. Once Seth felt the teacher was no longer paying attention to him, he turned back to Marissa.

Marissa: (Mouthing the words) Sorry.

Seth shrugged his shoulders, and sent her a look that told her not to worry about it. Seth pulled out a piece of paper and wrote on it, before holding it up for Marissa to read. The small sign Seth had made, said "Talk Later" on it, to which Marissa nodded her head in agreement.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Ryan was making his way into the kitchen, after having fallen back asleep briefly, and then getting up and showering, so he was ready for the day. He entered the kitchen to find Sandy and Kirsten sitting at the kitchen table, with Samantha sitting up in Kirsten's lap.

Ryan: Morning.

Kirsten: Morning Ryan.

Sandy: Hey kid, how are you doing?

Ryan: Better.

Sandy: Glad to hear it.

Ryan opened the cabinet door and pulled out a mug, pouring a brimming cup of coffee into it.

Kirsten: Ryan, I got Samantha an appointment at 9:45 with the pediatrician, then we need to go buy a crib, some clothes, and some more food for her.

Ryan: Okay.

Kirsten: So whenever you're done with your coffee we should head out.

Ryan nodded his head again, taking a gulp of his coffee as well. About ten minutes later, Kirsten, Ryan and Samantha were heading out the front door, ready to tackle their day.