The school day had finally come to an end, and Marissa walked out of her last class, making a brief pit stop at her locker, before heading out to the parking lot. Marissa had almost made it out the front door of the school, but was stopped when she heard her name echoing through the halls.

Summer: (Yelling) Coop!

Summer quickly pushed past people in the hall, and was walking briskly to catch up with Marissa, who had stopped at the doorway, and was waiting for Summer.

Summer: Hey Coop.

Marissa: Hey Sum.

The two turned and slowly started walking out of the school towards the parking lot.

Summer: I just want to see how you were doing…and Ryan.

Marissa: We're good.

Summer: (A little too quickly) Good.

Marissa looked over at Summer inquisitively.

Marissa: What's going on Summer?

Summer: You know, I'm really happy you guys got back together.

Marissa: Yeah…me too.

Marissa let the fact that Summer dodged her question go, and they continued to walk.

Marissa: So how are things with Zach?

Summer: Good. They're good, almost perfect even.

Marissa: I told you that guy was like Superman.

Summer: Yeah…

The two continued walking, now in silence; which continued till Marissa finally got to her car. The two stood by the trunk of Marissa's car, in an awkward silence.

Summer: Well…I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

Summer turned and took a few steps away from Marissa.

Marissa: Sum…

Summer turned back around looked at Marissa.

Marissa: …are you going to tell me what's wrong?

Summer opened her mouth to counter, but instead, took a few steps towards Marissa.

Marissa: I know we haven't been hanging out much lately, but you're still my oldest friend, I can tell when something's bothering you.

Summer: Actually, that's…why I wanted to talk to you.

Marissa: Okay.

Summer: I wanted to apologize.

Marissa: For what?

Summer: For basically putting a wall the size of Texas between us for the last few months.

Marissa internalized a smile and looked back at her friend.

Summer: It's Cohen. I couldn't accept the fact that the two of you were such good friends when, even now, I can barely be his friend. And I couldn't hang out with you because the two of you were always together.

Marissa: Oh…I…

Summer: It's not your fault, I separated myself from you because I thought it would be easier, but it's not. I miss my best friend.

A smile appeared on Marissa's face.

Marissa: I missed you too Sum.

Smiles were apparent on both girls faces as they shared a friendly hug.

Summer: How about we go to Fashion Island after school tomorrow? We can shop, and have a late lunch, and you can tell me all about how you and Ryan got back together.

Marissa: Sounds good.

Summer: Great.

Summer turned and started to walk towards Zach's BMW, parked a few rows over from Marissa's car.

Marissa: Hey Sum!

Summer turned and looked back towards her friend.

Marissa: I'm glad we finally talked.

Summer: Me too…see you tomorrow.

Marissa nodded her head and opened the driver's side door of car, slipping in and turning her car on. About ten minutes later, Marissa was pulling up the Cohen driveway. She parked her car outside the door, and let herself into the house. Marissa was immediately overwhelmed by ear shattering cries coming from the kitchen.

When Marissa entered the kitchen, she found Ryan standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding a crying Samantha in his arms.

Ryan: (Softly) It's okay…come on…it's okay…stop crying.

Ryan's efforts were to no avail, in fact, it seemed as though Samantha was getting louder. Ryan hadn't noticed Marissa yet; he was too preoccupied trying to calm Samantha down.

Ryan: Kirsten!

Kirsten immediately came into the kitchen from the family room, making her way towards Ryan.

Ryan: She won't stop…how do I get her to stop?

Kirsten: It's okay Ryan, she's a baby, they cry…that's what they do.

Kirsten motioned for Ryan to pass her the baby, which he immediately did. At the same time Marissa fully entered the kitchen, and walked up behind Ryan, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning her body into his.

Marissa: Hey.

Ryan seemed to have a relieved look on his face as he turned his head and came face to face with Marissa.

Ryan: Hey.

The two got lost in each other's eyes for a second, when suddenly, the room was filled with silence. Ryan immediately turned his head away from Marissa and looked at Kirsten, who was holding, a now very content Samantha in her arms.

Ryan: How did you do that?

Kirsten: When Seth is your one and only child, you learn a few tricks.

Ryan nodded his head as a smile appeared on his face.

Kirsten: Why don't you go put her down in the crib, I think she needs a nap.

Ryan nodded his head once again and took a step towards Kirsten, who passed Samantha off to Ryan. Ryan cradled her gently in his arms, careful to not wake her up again.

Ryan: I'll be right back.

Marissa watched as Ryan took Samantha and walked out the French doors, a smile on her face on the whole time. A few minutes later, Ryan returned, and walked into the kitchen, setting a baby intercom down on the table.

Ryan: She'll be okay out there right?

Kirsten: She'll be fine. You have to train yourself to go check on her, and you'll be able to hear her crying through the intercom, you just have to remember to have it with you.

Ryan: Okay.

Kirsten turned away from Ryan and towards Marissa who had been leaning against the kitchen counter, silently observing.

Kirsten: Marissa, are you busy this afternoon?

Marissa: I don't think so…why?

Kirsten: Well, as we both know, Ryan isn't too fond of shopping, and after dragging him around with me all day today, I thought you might be willing to come with me to South Coast Plaza, and help me pick out some baby clothes.

Marissa: Sure…I'll go with you.

Ryan: Never can pass up and opportunity to go shopping, can you?

Marissa shot Ryan a playful look, and he in turn smiled.

Kirsten: Great, let my grab my purse and we'll go.

Marissa nodded her head and Kirsten exited the kitchen, headed towards her bedroom to grab her things. Marissa immediately moved towards Ryan, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

Marissa: You okay?

Ryan: I will be when people stop asking me that.

Marissa: Ryan…

Ryan: Yeah, I'm okay; well…I'm better, don't worry.

Marissa: When it comes to you, I can't help it.

Ryan smiled and reached his hand up, cupping Marissa's cheek with the palm of his hand. He slowly pulled her towards him, their bodies inching closer to one another until finally their lips met. When the kiss ended, the two parted, and remained looking at each other, until Kirsten entered the kitchen once again.

Kirsten: Marissa, you ready?

Marissa: Yeah.

Marissa took a step back from Ryan, and started walking towards Kirsten.

Kirsten: We'll be back soon.

Ryan rolled his eyes and smiled.

Ryan: Somehow I doubt that.

Ryan watched as his mother and his girlfriend left the room, leaving him alone. Ryan let out a sigh and looked down at the intercom sitting next to him. In an instant, he picked it up, and walked back out to the pool house to check on Samantha.