Kirsten and Marissa had been shopping for about an hour. Both of them had various articles of clothing thrown over their arms, as they each took a side of the rack, sifting through clothing.

Kirsten: Are you getting tired of this yet?

Marissa: Are you kidding, shopping is like a sport to me.

Kirsten smiled at Marissa and went back to looking at the clothes. Marissa finished with her side of the rack, not finding anything she liked, and made her way to the other side, standing next to Kirsten.

Kirsten: So how are you handling all of this?

Marissa was slightly taken aback by Kirsten's question, and eyed her curiously.

Kirsten: I don't mean to pry, it's just…

Marissa: It's okay…I don't know really. It's overwhelming, but I'm hanging in there.

Kirsten: Good, if you ever need anybody…to talk, or anything…just let me know.

Kirsten and Marissa's eyes locked and Marissa smiled and nodded.

Marissa: Thank you.

Kirsten nodded her head, and turned back to the rack of clothes. A few minutes passed before either spoke again.

Kirsten: He really needs you now Marissa, whether he tells you or not, I know he does…

Marissa: He doesn't have to tell me.

Kirsten quickly looked over at Marissa, and could tell that she understood.

Kirsten: I just want to make sure you realize that Samantha is a big part of Ryan's life, and if you want Ryan to be a part of your life, you're going to have to accept that Samantha will be too.

Marissa: Kirsten, I love Ryan, I have since the second I met him. And I know that I couldn't stop loving him, even if I wanted to…it's going to be different, but we'll work it out. We have to, because the truth is, I need him as much as he needs me.

Kirsten: I know…I just had to make sure you did too.

Back at the Cohen's, Sandy was making his way through the house and towards the pool house, to make sure everything was okay with Ryan and Samantha. When Sandy entered the pool house, he found Ryan sitting on the bed hunched over his AP physics book, and Samantha sleeping soundly in her crib.

Sandy: Hey kid.

Ryan: Hey Sandy.

Sandy: What's up?

Ryan: I'm just trying to get some of my homework done before she wakes up again.

Sandy: Actually, that's why I came out here to talk to you.

Ryan: About physics?

Sandy: (Smiling) No, about Samantha.

Ryan: Oh, okay.

Sandy: I'm sure you don't have a real plan yet, but I just wanted to talk to you…let you know that you still have options.

Ryan raised his head, looking Sandy in the eyes. Sandy could read the confusion on Ryan's face, until suddenly, Ryan realized what Sandy was saying, and his whole body tensed up.

Ryan: Are you talking about…

Ryan dropped his head slightly, unsure if he could even say the word.

Ryan: …adoption?

Ryan looked up at Sandy again, who didn't say anything, but made it perfectly clear that that was what he was talking about. Ryan and Sandy sat for a few minutes in silence.

Ryan: I can't Sandy…I can't do that.

Suddenly a smile appeared on Sandy's face as he made his way towards the bed and sat down next to Ryan.

Sandy: I know…I just had to make sure you did too.

Ryan nodded his head as if he understood, and Sandy stood up from the bed, giving Ryan a pat on the back and a smile, before he turned and walked out of the pool house.

About half an hour had passed, and Ryan had finished up his work for his physics class. He was beginning to wonder about Kirsten and Marissa, but figured that the two of them could be shopping for the rest of the night. Ryan reached down on the floor next to the bed, and pulled out a blue booklet he had been given the first week of school. Ryan flipped the pages to the middle of the book, and looked down at his drawing of the Cohen house. The construction on the house had finished months earlier, but Ryan enjoyed working on his own blueprint nonetheless. His eyes scanned the page as he picked up a pencil and began tweaking his drawing. Suddenly, Samantha stirred, letting out a high-pitched shriek, as soon as her eyes opened. Ryan immediately hopped off the bed and walked towards the crib, carefully picking Samantha up. Ryan rocked her back and forth, hoping that would put an end to her tears, but it didn't. He tried everything he could think of to get her to stop crying, but nothing was working. Eventually, Ryan got an idea. He looked down at Samantha, and softly started singing to her.

Ryan: (Singing) Any way you want it

That's the way you need it

Any way you want it…

Ryan stopped for a second and Samantha's crying whittled down.

Ryan: (Singing) She loves to laugh

She loves to sing

She does everything.

She loves to move

She loves to groove

She loves a lot of things.

Samantha's crying ceased completely as a small smile appeared on her face.

Ryan: (Singing) Long night

All night

Oh, every night.

So hold tight

Hold tight

Baby, hold tight.

She said,

Any way you want it

That's the way you need it

Any way you want it…

Any way you want it

That's the way you need it

Any way you want it…

Ryan's singing became more and more quiet as Samantha settled into Ryan's arms and closed her eyes once again. Within a few seconds, she was sound asleep once again. Ryan looked down at Samantha, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

Ryan: Well, if you like Journey…then you're definitely my daughter.

Kirsten pulled the car up the Cohen's driveway, parking at the top. Her and Marissa got out, making their way to the trunk and pulling out numerous bags filled with baby clothes.

Kirsten: Thanks for coming with me.

Marissa: Anytime.

Kirsten and Marissa exchanged smiles and headed into the house, meeting up with Sandy in the kitchen.

Sandy: Hey you two, how was shopping?

Kirsten: Good.

Marissa: How's Ryan?

Sandy: He's fine…he's out in the pool house with Samantha.

Marissa: Okay, I'm going to go see him.

Kirsten: I'll go with you…make sure everything's okay.

Marissa nodded her head and the two made their way out the door and towards the pool house. Marissa got to the pool house door first, opening it and stepping inside, only to stop dead in her tracks, and have a smile appear on her face.

Marissa: Look…

Marissa turned towards Kirsten and motioned towards the bed. Kirsten looked past Marissa, and a smile immediately appeared on her face as well. Both Ryan and Samantha were asleep. Ryan was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, while Samantha was lying on Ryan's stomach, with her head resting peacefully on Ryan's chest.

Kirsten: Why don't we leave them for now?

Marissa: Yeah.

Kirsten: Come on, you can help me with dinner.

Marissa: You mean picking a menu?

Kirsten: Pretty much.

They both smiled and laughed quietly, as Marissa nodded her head and followed Kirsten back into the house.