Chapter Seven

When the visiting hours were over, Summer requested that her bed be reeled in right beside her Honey. With a few strange looks, one nurse finally understood and brought Summer a bed- right beside Seth. Summer showed much gratitude, even though Doctor's requested she stay a night for medical purposes. Of course, Summer felt perfectly fine, but studies showed that she was to be inspected- at least a night. This was fine, seeing that she couldn't stand being away from Seth. She couldn't stand not seeing if he was alright, especially at a time like this. The nurse looked at Summer, before she prodded away through the door.

On a more serious note, Summer looked toward Seth, already ready to go to bed. This was the second night at the hospital, hopefully the last. She did not at all like the groggy rooms, with a pale, threatening colour splattered on the wall, as if predicting doom. Summer's eyelids were heavy when she blinked- all the emotion drained her energy, as she was now very tired. "Seth." Seth turned to her immediately, lifting his head.

"Yes, Fiancé?" Summer giggled, but regained her graveness almost immediately.

"How are we going to tell my dad?" This question obviously stumped Seth, as he showed a dumbfounded look on his face. Summer, worried by this, tried to comfort Seth, but she just didn't know how.

"What do you mean?" Seth asked, almost impassively.

"Well," Summer didn't know where to begin from, "My daddy is protective over me. And. He wasn't overly fond of you. Mmm. Well. I'm Eighteen. I don't think he would appreciate his little girl being taken away from his life just like that." Summer said, her face saddened, and blank.

"Summer, I don't get what you're worrying about." Summer looked at Seth shocked,

"What do you mean! Aren't you afraid that he won't allow it! Allow us! Seth!" Summer snapped in worry. She started to breath hard, almost having a breakdown.

"What I mean is, I already asked his approval before asking for your hand." Seth said coolly. Tears started to erupt in Summer's eyes, as she smiled slowly and gradually.

"He said, he said yes?" Summer asked unsurely, making sure that she didn't let her hopes rise too quickly for the panic of them being splattered.

"Of course. Summer, what's not to love about his future-son-in-law? Huh? Did you honestly have any doubts?" Seth asked a little too conceitedly, and not too convincingly.

Summer squirmed in her seat, as she bit her lip, "Seth," She started, as she gulped uncomfortably, "Was he by any chance . . ."

"What?" Seth asked slowly, not understanding the concept.

"Well, was he drunk?" Summer said innocently. When she saw Seth's shocked, and hurt expression, she shrugged and pouted the winning pout, "Well you know. I mean, well, my dad just never liked your type. Are you sure he said yes? Did he yell? Was he shocked? When did you do this? Oh my Gosh. He MUST have had sex. He was never that happy. Seth. What did you do? Did you drug my Daddy? Shut up."

"I'm not talking . . ." Seth said slowly.

"No, I mean Shut up Summer. I'm being dumb. I should be ecstatic; for both of us. And I'm being dumb, instead. Ugh. I'm really tired. Sorry, Seth. Forget it. I guess, well. I guess we're getting married!" Summer beamed.

"Well, I guess so. Ah." Seth sighed.

The night washed over the hospital, and in a moment's time, it crawled away, leaving a breathtaking drop of golden sunlight to sprinkle into every room, awakening every sleeping body. Summer looked around, after a second's amnesia, and remembered that she was still in the hospital. She looked over to Seth, who was sleeping like a child, who hadn't slept in months. She smiled. As much as she longed to be at home right now, in the comfort of her own bed, she wouldn't trade it for anything. Seth was her Sweetheart now, and he was her main priority.

"Seth, wake up?" Summer crawled out of bed, as she hovered over Seth for a minute. She kissed him right smack down on the lips, and continued to whisper sweet-nothings to his ear. With a pleasant moan Seth took Summer in for a proper kiss, and my proper he meant busy. It shocked Summer only a little, but she didn't care- she wanted this too.

"If this is how I'm going to wake-up every day for the rest of our lives, they I'm going to be damn-right giddy." Seth smiled, and so did Summer.

"Careful, Honey. I usually sleep in, and I warn you- I'm fragile when sleeping." Summer said in a serious voice, but soon she burst out with a smile. Seth took this under consideration, in a thoughtful gaze. He touched Summer's hand and started to caress it gently, hoping it would show her at least some of his affection for her.

"Oh. And Seth?" This time, Summer really was serious. Seth looked up quickly, alerted. "I'm telling you right now, you are not growing a beard, a moustache, a goatee or anything else that involves excessive facial hair on your face." Summer said randomly, in a stern wife-like voice.

"Okay Dokay." Seth lowered his head like a puppy dog, which got a warning. "That I can do." Summer smiled, as she leaned in for a kiss.

"Good." She smiled, in a preppy, jumpy kind of way.

The whole gang went home after the night's adventures, therefore they were soundly asleep in their own beds this morning. Ryan stretched out in his bed, as he started to get up- just because Seth and Summer had a day off, didn't mean school was postponed. It was still alive and running, more than anything. Ryan peered at his watch, and he decided to call Marissa. He dialled her cell phone number ever so skilfully.

"Hello?" A tired Marissa soon replied, after the first ring.

"Rise and shine, Marissa." Ryan said in a taunting voice, quite satisfied with himself that he woke her up.

"Hey Ryan." Marissa said, as she yawned tiredly.

"Hey, Marissa." Ryan replied almost systematically, "What are you doing?" He asked thoughtfully.

"Thinking about you," Marissa said seductively, "More so, thinking about the night, where, you know." Ryan, startled by the phrase, he laughed.

"I'm thinking about you too. How about we think about each other, together. Can I come over? We woke up a little early this morning . . . hmm? What do you say?" Ryan suggested.

"Well, if a boy wants to play, then I guess I should say yes." Marissa taunted him.

"For the record, it's all innocence, Marissa. Boy wants to see girl. I'll be there in five." Ryan smiled, even though Marissa couldn't see it. Marissa was grinning too, but Ryan couldn't tell.

"Later." Marissa said promptly, as she hung up.