A/N: Thanks so, so much for all the great reviews for the last chapter! I didn't really expect that response :) Anyways, please let me know what you think of this (cheesy) chapter!

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I guess it's gonna have to hurt,
I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
I guess it's gonna break me down,
Like falling when you try to fly,
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye
--Starts With Goodbye (Carrie Underwood)

She was impulsive. So impulsive that there was now a four-carat heart shaped diamond ring on her finger.

The ride to David's parents' house was quiet. He kept talking about where the wedding should be and Summer kept thinking about what Cohen was going to say. It was totally backwards. Shouldn't she be talking about weddings plans?

Summer stared at the shiny pink diamond on her tiny finger. It should have been Seth to first propose, shouldn't it? They had a baby together. They lived together. They still had feelings for each other.

'So why am I engaged?' Summer asked herself, inside her head of course. Even if she would have said it aloud, though, David wouldn't have noticed. He was too busy talking about The Plaza and the number of guests it could hold.

Cold rain beat down outside and fog was in the distance. It was cold for Newport. Was that a sign? It was never cold in Newport. If the temperature dropped to 70 degrees people fell apart. It had to at least be 50 now.

When they finally arrived at the mansion, David took Summer's hand. The rest of the evening was kind of a blur. Summer and Evelyn, David's mom, sipped wine while looking at vintage wedding gowns and discussing which kinds of flowers to have.

David and Craig, David's dad, discussed where the best place to have a honeymoon would be. Paris or Italy? Neither asked where Summer wanted to have it, although Paris sounded nice.

Honeymoon. Summer gulped down the rest of her wine at the thought. She would have to give herself to another man. She'd never been with anyone other than Seth.

But once she said "I Do," to David, she would have to have sex with him. There was no way around that.

Summer smiled at Evelyn and agreed to red roses. If only she were having this conversation with Kirsten.

But this was for the best. She needed a secure relationship, so that Caden could grow up in a stable environment and not in a broken home. She would do anything for her son, even if that meant sacrificing love.

Seth stared at Summer's hand and then back at her face. David was beside her, smiling with pleasure.

This could so not be happening.

"Summer," Seth finally managed to choke out. "Can I see you in the kitchen?"

Summer shook her head. "Anything you have to say to me you can say to David."

Seth ran his hands through his messy curls. What was the world coming to? Summer and David? Seth didn't even know they were that serious.

"Uh…okay…I don't…I don't think you guys should do this…get married, I mean."

Summer bit her lip. She acted like she was shocked that he said it, but she wasn't. She actually expected him to be more upset.

"Excuse us," Summer said, dragging Seth to the kitchen with her, abandoning David in the living room.

Summer leaned against the counter once they were both in the kitchen. "This is just great, Cohen. We come here, hoping to get your blessing, and you act like this?" Summer asked, searching his eyes.

Seth pretended to laugh. "Bullshit. You knew I would be upset! Don't even act like you thought I would give you my 'blessing'," he said, making air quotations with his fingers.

Summer glared at him. "God, sometimes I don't understand you. Why, Cohen? Why can't you just be happy for me?"

Seth sighed. "Because Summer! I'm in love with you, okay? And I know we're not allowed to say that to each other, but I don't care because I am head-over hills, totally clichéd in. love. with. you!"

His voice quivered at the words he hadn't said to her in so long. "Please Summer. I'm begging you to not marry him."

Summer backed away from Seth slowly. The words he was saying were tough to chew, much less swallow.

"Wow, blunt much?" Summer asked, a tone in her voice, but Seth still looked pleadingly at her. "Fine, Cohen. I love you to. But David wants to take care of me, and he loves me to," she explained, trying to sound casual. She looked down at the floor in avoidance of his eyes.

"Not as much as I do Summer. No one can ever love you more than me. I want to wake up next to your painfully beautiful face every morning. I want you to sleep in my shirts like you did back in high school. I want to watch you put on your make-up every morning, even though you are so much more beautiful without it," Seth defended himself, and Summer felt her insides turn to mush. She was melting.

Summer opened her mouth to speak but Seth continued to spill his heart to her.

"I'm not anything you need," he admitted. "But you're everything I want. Maybe that's selfish, but you know that you want me to. Please, Summer. Please," he begged.

Summer's face was drenched in tears and her cheeks were raw from the moisture. "You can't have everything you want Cohen. You don't always get the picket fence with the big backyard, the love of your life standing next to you, watching your kids play outside. But you get close. I'm gonna get that big backyard. I'll be giving up a lot, but that's part of being a parent."

Seth gave her a confused look. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that being a parent meant giving up a loving relationship," he responded sarcastically.

Summer rolled her eyes. "What relationship? We've been broken up for like a year now!"

"So the night your dad died…that meant absolutely nothing to you? Because it meant some things to me…" Seth said, and Summer's expression softened.

"Please don't do this, Cohen. You're making this so much harder than it has to be." Summer wiped the tears from her face. "I'm going to marry him, okay?"

Seth shook his head in disapproval. "How am I going to live without you? Without this nose?" he asked, touching his lips to it lightly. "Without these freckles?" he asked, kissing each one. "Without your good heart?" he asked, placing his hand over her heart. Seth hugged her waist tightly as he dropped to his knees.

He was groveling, but if it was going to get her to realize how much she meant to him, he would plead with her all night.

"Please, baby. I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm just asking you to be with me."

Summer couldn't see clearly through her tears. This was not supposed to get so intense. He was not supposed to care about her this much. She was not supposed to care that he cared this much about her.

Life would be so much simpler.

Summer fingered his dark curls as he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. She was so lost. Marrying David was what was best for Caden. But her heart wasn't with David.

Summer inhaled sharply, prying Seth's hands off of her. She couldn't be selfish. Yeah, she wanted Seth. But they never worked, and they couldn't keep messing around with their lives.

Summer didn't bother to explain it to Seth anymore. She just lightly kissed her hand and pressed it against Seth's forehead before leaving the kitchen.

Seth saw Summer kiss David goodnight through the doorway and he felt the knife in his heart twist a little more.

Sill sitting in the floor, Seth leaned against the counter. The next thing he knew, Caden was shaking him softly.

"Daddy?" the little boy asked.

Seth opened his eyes and looked around the kitchen. What time was it?

"I want my bobo," Caden whined, and Seth smiled at Caden's nickname for his sippy cup.

Seth stood up and walked to the fridge, opening it and letting the cold air slip into the room. He reached for the sippy cup full of chocolate milk and handed it the little boy, who smiled gratefully and swigged the rich liquid.

Seth scooped Caden up and headed into the living room, crashing down on the couch with him. Yawning, Seth checked the clock that informed him it was 12:43.

"You feel better, buddy?" Seth asked, bringing his hand to Caden's tiny forehead. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to drink his drink.

"I'm sleepy daddy," he yawned, leaning his head back against Seth's shoulder.

Seth smiled as Caden closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Closing his eyes, Seth mumbled, "Me to."