Considering the weather outside, Michael and Sara decided to just stay in bed and catch up on each others lives. It was like they had missed everything and were just now being thrown into being a couple. Michael picked up where he had left off the day before telling her more stories about himself and Lincoln growing up. Sara ate up every detail and wanted to know more. She never had any siblings and thought that his childhood was the better one to have minus the drama of his Dad mind you.

"I remember the first time I swore. I was four and Linc was ten, he decided it was time for me to learn how to swear. So, Linc says, "Okay, you say "ass" and I'll say "hell." " he remembered chuckling.

"I was rather excited about this plan, so we headed downstairs, where our Mom was making breakfast. She asked us both what we'd like and Linc just blurted out, 'Aw, hell, gimme some Cheerios.' She was stunned but there was no way she was going to let him get away with that. She grounded him and he stormed out of the room quite mad. After all this she turned to me with her hand on her hip and a warning in her voice and asked, 'What'll you have?' I wasn't quite sure what Linc had done wrong at this point so I sure as hell wasn't going to make the same mistake. I did what he said and answered her with, 'I dunno, but you can bet your ass it ain't gonna be Cheerios!' ." Smiling at the memory, he waited for a reaction.

Expecting that she would at least get a giggle from that story, he was surprised when he didn't hear anything. Looking down, he understood why before she even said anything, it was written all over her face. He decided in that moment that he was not going to bring it up that this was something she either cared about or not. Later, looking back on the moment he'd realize that he was testing her but in this moment he knew he didn't need to.

"You miss her, don't you?" she asked softly, her eyes never leaving his face.

He waited awhile before answering, celebrating a small victory with himself. A slow smile crept onto his lips and her looked to her and held her gaze.

"She taught us values, passed on every strength and quality she knew, gave us all the love we could have ever needed then, in short I was probably the proudest kid in the world. What stuns me about my mother is that in her short time with Lincoln and I, she managed to do everything she needed to like she knew she wasn't going to be there."

Feeling a bit jealous, Sara absorbed this information and made an observation of her own.

"Looking back on when I first met you, I would never have guessed at your childhood and how it was. To be completely honest, I thought you were the proverbial rich kid looking for attention. You could tell you were loved, not like you were just loved but 'loved'. Knowing what I know now about both you and Lincoln, I would bet that if your Mom were still here, she'd have no complaints about how you both turned out. You are amazing people."

"Thank you." he replied quietly. Hugging her closer to him he asked, "What about your Mom?"

"I had nannies, not a Mom. I was an inconvenience to her social schedule in thought, word and deed. She died when I was a teenager. Never knew her."

Sighing, Sara got up from the bed and paced to the window.

"It looks like the rain has stopped for the time being," she said. "Why don't we get dressed and I can go pick up my things."

Narrowing his eyes, he studied her wondering if he should press the issue or just let it go for now. Noticing that she had tensed up waiting for him to answer, he left the bed as well. Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the nape of her neck.

"Sounds good to me." he whispered in her ear.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Sara leaned back into him and they both stayed like that for a couple moments longer before they moved on with the day.