(A.N) Hey again! Sorry its took so long for an update, school has been crazy! Its the weekend so i'll probably have a chapter up tomorrow (fingers crossed!)

Thanks for the awesome reviews! Oh and yeah (as zoarbasketball said) Imade the mistake with the wake- you cant have one after the body is buried- it was more like the after party bit if you get what i mean?

Anyway, heres the next chapter- refferal back to MNMN included though.

R/R Thanks everyone!

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The Memories From Years Gone By

The holiday season was fast approaching and at this time of the year, Seth was usually in very high spirits, but his mood was more subdued this year. The two had tried to lift their moods but it was extremely tough.

Summer was still crying herself to sleep and Seth didn't want to do anything. But they'd spend nearly everyday with Autumn.

She was what they lived for nowadays, she was developing more and more and Summer and Seth loved to see her turn into a mini version of Summer.

The only reason that they hadn't both fallen into a tragic spiral of despair and depression was because of her.

Seth had fired the nanny under Summer's orders. She always had to blame someone when something went wrong and the blame landed directly on the nanny, the last person to see Taylor awake and alive.

The two had decided that they didn't want a nanny and would raise Autumn themselves. It would be much more satisfying.

As it got into the second week of December and their house still hadn't been decorated, their families got worried.

"So Sum, when are you planning on doing the house? We did ours yesterday, oh Maia loved it, you know putting the star on top of the tree," Marissa grinned sipping her latte and watching Summer sit down beside her on the couch.

Marissa looked at the bare house, usually Seth wanted to decorate it as soon as it got to December.

"Yeah, I want to but its hard. I just, I don't feel right about celebrating so soon after…"

Summer trailed off, pulling the cushion to her stomach tighter.

"I know Sum, but you gotta remind yourself of Autumn, I mean she doesn't want her parents to be sad, this is her first Christmukkah."

Summer shrugged and looked down.

"If you don't do it for you, do it for your daughter."

Marissa nodded and rubbed Summer's shoulder comfortingly.

"So, do you need help getting a tree? I got ours from that lot by the beach, its huge and it was fairly cheap too."

Ryan glanced over at Seth who just looked out at the ocean, pushing the stroller slowly.

It made Ryan really unhappy to see Seth so depressed at his favourite time of the year.

"I, uh, I can do it myself," he mumbled, the ocean breeze rippling through his hair.

"So when are you doing the house, Marissa and I could help you…"

"Its okay man, I don't need any help. I want to do it, its just, hard. Summer and I don't feel like celebrating." Ryan nodded and they stopped at the end of the pier, looking at the sea.

"I know but you gotta remember about Autumn, I mean I bet she'll love Christmukkah but if you make her first one crappy, she'll never forgive you," Ryan shrugged.

Seth looked over, realising he had a very valid point.

"That's true I guess."

Seth kneeled down in front of the stroller, looking at his daughter who was all wrapped up in her pink coat and tiny Louis Vuitton scarf. Her deep brown eyes sparkled as she grinned at her dad.

He tickled under her chin fondly.

"If you're not gonna do it for you, at least do it for her," Ryan said, smiling down at Seth.

He nodded and smiled at Autumn.

"I guess its time to embrace your Jewishness," Seth said quietly, stroking her cheek lovingly.

After Marissa had left, Summer laid on the couch, trying to clear her head. As she stared up at the white ceiling, she closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She rolled onto her side and couldn't' seem to get comfortable.

Summer sighed and got up, deciding to go and change her jeans, they were feeling a little tight.

As she began to root through her wardrobe, Summer leaned up to the top shelf. Ad she pulled a pair of pants from the top, something that laid on top of them fell.

She dodged out of the way and a leather book fell on the floor. She knelt down to pick it up. Reading the cover, her heart leapt.

'Christmukkah 2009'' swept across the cover in elegant gold leaf writing.

She smiled to herself and opened the book. She read the letter that lay inside that she had written all those years ago.

Warmth swept across her body as she flicked through the photos, the occasional laugh escaping. As she landed on the final photo, the big one of the two of them that Seth loved, a tear prickled at her eye.

But this one wasn't a sad one, she was just reminded of the happiness she'd felt on that best Christmukkah they'd ever had. The words from the letter repeated in her brain.

'We've been through so much,'

'I care about you more than you think,'

Those words meant a lot to her then and they still did now, maybe more so. She shut the book and swept her hair out of her face.

Summer jumped as the front door opened and Seth calls rang through the house. She stood up, holding the book behind her back and walked to the stairs.

"Hey, are you okay? Sorry I was a bit long, Ryan and I got talking…" He smiled as he picked up Autumn and held her closely. Summer walked down the stairs, a smiled swept across her face.

"Merry Christmukkah Cohen," she said, holding out the book to him. He stared down at it and smiled back at Summer.

"Oh you found it! I thought I lost this ages ago…" he started. Summer glared at him.

"I, I mean I misplaced it but not intentionally. Anyway, why are you giving me this?"

"It's a reminder. I know a lots happened but we had a great Christmukkah that year, and I remember how happy I was. If we deny ourselves of it this year then we'd not only spoil it for us, but Autumn too."

She took Autumn's hand and stroked it. Seth grinned at her.

"You're right Sum, Hey we'll decorate the house tonight after dinner!"

"Sounds good, I'll go start dinner." Seth kissed Summer on the cheek softly.

The phone started to ring and Summer ushered Seth and Autumn into the living room.

"You go show Autumn the pictures, I'll get the phone." Summer ran over to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Summer Roberts?" A deep, husky voice asked.

"Actually its Summer Cohen but I used to be Summer Roberts, who's asking please?" She listened closely as there was just silence on the end of the phone.

"Hello, anyone there?" She was about to hang up when the husky voice started to speak again.

"You, you! It was you who destroyed everything. My life, my family and my hopes. But you'll not get away with it. I suggest you watch your back Ms Cohen. Unless you want another death in the family…"

A look of sheer horror swept across Summers face. She couldn't speak.

"Who, who is this?" she croaked.

"Oh, I think you'll have an idea. You see, those three years ago when you had that terrible ordeal, it wasn't just your life which was torn apart. Mine was too. My identity? Lets just say, its all relative."

Summer's eyes widened and she slammed down the receiver. As she looked across at the mirror by the stairs, she noticed how all the colour had drained out of her face.

Her hand shook and her breathing was shallow but Summer shook herself and closed her eyes.

"Sum, are you okay? Who was on the phone?" Seth's voice drifted out from the room and Summer jumped.

"Oh, uh, it was Coop. She, uh, forgot her purse, that's all." Summer walked into the kitchen and busied herself, trying to forget what had just happened.

She knew who it had been, but the thought of it terrified her.

The one clue that gave it away? The deep English accent that sent shivers down her spine…