A/N: It's a little late in the story, I know, but I really need a beta. I'm planning on writing another sequel, so I guess that would be a trilogy. Anyways, if anyone is interested please e-mail me! Thanks so much for the reviews for the last chapter, and please keep reviewing. It means a lot :)

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"And I can't really tell you what I'm going to do
There are so many thoughts in my head.
There are two roads to walk down
And one road to choose..."
--Thinking Over (Dana Glover)

The air burned her lungs as she gasped, breathing heavily. Beads of sweat were forming on forehead and slipping down the sides of her face. Summer stopped running and turned around, Seth a few feet back, his breathing labored. Caden was a little further ahead of Seth, running as fast as his short legs would carry him.

Summer laughed at the site. Seth looked like he was about to pass out, and Caden ran so funny but yet so cute.

Finally, they both caught up to Summer. "Remind me again why we're running," Seth said, leaning over so that his hands were clutching his knees. Summer rolled her eyes. "Because it's good exercise and it wakes you up," she explained. "Isn't that right baby?" Summer asked Caden, who nodded.

Seth groaned. "Still…it's gross. I'm all sweaty and I can barely breathe."

Summer, again, rolled her brown eyes. "You're such a girl, Cohen. And if you were in better shape, maybe you'd be able to breathe."

The sky was a pinky orange color, an effect of the rising sun, and Summer slipped her shoes and socks off so that the grainy sand of the beach would touch her bare feet.

"If you're so hot, go swimming," she said, acknowledging the ocean. Caden was already playing in the wet sand, attempting to build a sand castle. It looked more like a pile of sand, which it was, and Summer smiled.

She skipped over to Caden, Seth following suite, and they both plopped down on the sand beside Caden. Summer took a big handful of sand and added it to Caden's "castle".

Caden's eyes grew big and he pushed off the sand Summer had added. "No, mommy! My castle," he said, fixing it to his liking.

Summer pretended to be upset. "Fine, daddy and I will build our own castle," she said, turning around so that she could.

Seth joined Summer, each of them piling sand around. Their plan to make Caden jealous didn't work. He just kept building his own, minding his own business.

Summer finally gave up, standing up and walking to the incoming waves. Seth followed her. "I can't believe I'm getting married tonight," Summer said, looking into the sky.

She occasionally turned back to check on Caden. His chubby hands were working so hard to make a castle, his nose bunching up when he didn't like something. He got that from Seth.

"Me either. It is going to be a busy day, huh?"

Summer nodded. "So why the early morning run?" Seth asked her. The wind whipped furiously through the air and Summer's hair went flying. "Because it's my last morning with both of you together," she said, looking at him.

He nodded. "How about we go get some breakfast?"

Summer smiled weakly. "I can't. I have a hair appointment in an hour," she said, looking at him apologetically. Seth shook his head. "So we can leave now and eat fast. Come on, Sum. It's like, our last family outing."

Summer hesitated but then agreed. "Okay," she said.

The old diner looked exactly the same, their table exactly the same. Memories of their high school days flooded back to both Seth and Summer when they entered the beachside restaurant that had once been a very special place for them.

They went on dates there. They had hung out with Ryan and Marissa at the same table.

Summer settled into the familiar booth and an unknown waitress came to take their orders, reminding Summer that things change. People change.

"I don't remember the last time I was in here," Summer said, looking around.

"I know. It seems like it's been a million years."

Summer nodded her head. "Remember that time when Marissa danced on the table?"

Seth laughed. "Yeah, and we got banned from this place for a month!"

Summer smiled. "Coop was always the wild one."

"Yeah, and you were always the one with a plan," he reminisced, smiling at her from across the table.

"Well, I had to have plans. You kept getting us into all this crazy stuff," she said.

"Only because Ryan kept rescuing these Newport bad girls--we were constantly bailing him out."

Summer laughed. "We were so crazy in high school. Let's see…we went to a party in L.A. where a hot actor came onto me, tried to start up a comic book, and you licked whipped cream off of a practically naked skank in Miami," she said, adding a tone to the last bit.

"Ah, you forget to say that Marissa was a lesbian, Ryan got Theresa pregnant, and I sailed away to Tahiti for two months and stayed with Luke and his gay dad."

Summer laughed. "It seems like it was so long ago," she said as the waitress set their plates of food in front of them.

"Mommy?" Caden asked, looking over at Summer. "What's a lesbian?"

Summer eyes grew. Seth laughed and looked at Summer. "Yes, Summer. What's a lesbian?" She glared at him. "It's grown up stuff baby," she explained, taking his plate and cutting his waffle into tiny pieces.

Seth rolled his eyes. "That's the best you've got?"

Summer kicked him under the table, and his face scrunched in pain. "God woman. I was just joking," he said.

Summer smirked and said "Me to."

"There's no such thing as a physical joke."

"Yeah there is."

"Like what?" Seth asked.

"Like when I kick you between the legs and you hunch over with laughter," she retorted, sticking a fork full of pancakes in her mouth.

"Someone's comebacks have improved."

Summer pretended to laugh. "Ha ha," she said. "You're so funny Cohen."

"Finally you realize I'm the funny one. You can give up now."

Summer smiled. "Whatever. Eat. I have to be out of here soon."

Summer closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her feet were currently involved in a pedicure, her fingernails we're being painted, and a curling iron was being wrapped around every piece of her hair.

She was being pampered, and as hard as she tried, she couldn't relax. Her wedding was in four hours!

The hairdresser took a diamond barrette and pulled some of Summer's hair back with it. The rest hung in loose curls on her shoulders. The manicurist and the pedicurist were putting the final touches on her nails, and Summer relaxed a little.

The day was going great. She was on schedule for everything. Plus, her morning with Seth and Caden had definitely helped.

Stepping out of the chair, Summer went into the make-up room and sat in the big black chair, ready for her face to be pampered. Soon, a gay man in all black stepped in front of Summer.

He applied her make-up like the professional he was, then coated her lips with a gloss sure to last 24 hours.

Summer smiled at herself in the mirror. Everything was unfolding perfectly.

Summer sat in a chair, staring blindly at her dress. She was in the church, people finally arriving, and Summer felt her stomach knotting. She was upset that her father couldn't be at the wedding, and about the results of the pregnancy test she had just taken.

A small knock on the door brought Summer out of her thoughts and her voice squeaked when she said "Come in."

Kirsten Cohen smiled warmly at Summer when she walked in the door. "Hi sweetie," she said, taking the dress off the hanger. "Your step-mom called me. She's running a little late so she asked me to come in here with you. Come on, get dressed," she demanded, thrusting the dress at Summer.

Summer smiled at the woman. Standing up from the chair, she stripped off her clothes and put the white dress on. Kirsten had tears in her eyes. "Oh Summer," she whispered.

"I remember you as a little girl, playing with Marissa next door every afternoon. You're so grown up now," she said, wiping away some tears. Summer turned and hugged the grandmother of her son.

"Can you zip me?" she asked, turning around so Kirsten could.

Kirsten ran the zipper up the track and fluffed Summer's veil that was attached to the diamond barrette. "You look beautiful."

Summer smiled and swished around. "Thanks, Kirsten. For everything…you've been so supportive of Seth and me. And now you're helping me get ready for my wedding to David…"

Kirsten nodded. "Anything for you--I hope you and David are very happy."

Kirsten took a pearl necklace out of her purse and wrapped it around Summer's neck. "This was the necklace I wore when I married Sandy, and I would be honored if you would wear it."

Summer brought her hand up to cover the necklace. "Kirsten, you really don't have to," she said.

Kirsten shook her head. "Come one, you're like the daughter I never had. Please wear it…no one else ever will."

Summer admired the necklace. "It's so beautiful," she said.

Kirsten pulled Summer into a hug. "If you guys ever need anything, let Sandy and I know. We'll be happy to help."

Summer smiled. "I know."

Sandy smiled at familiar people as he walked toward his son. "Seth, your mother and I have to go," he said quietly.

Seth looked at him questionably. "What are you talking about? Why?"

"I just got a phone call," Sandy explained. "Your nana collapsed. She's in the hospital; the doctor's say that it's not looking good. Are you coming?"

Seth shook his head. "Dad, I can't. Summer is getting married. I'm walking her down the aisle, remember? I can't just leave."

His voice got a little softer with emotion when he said the words aloud. He was walking Summer down the aisle. He was giving her away, letting her go.

The memory of when she asked him rushed into his head.

Summer sighed. She had wanted to ask him for the past week if he would walk her down the aisle, but she couldn't bring herself to. She was basically asking him to give her up.

Finally she gathered her courage. Her head was in his lap, him mindlessly playing with her hair as he watched TV. "Seth?"

He looked down at her. "Yeah?" he asked.

Summer bit her lip. She didn't want to hurt him, but it would mean so much to her. "Will you…do you think you could…Cohen, will you walk me down the aisle…at my wedding?"

He didn't say anything for awhile. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Sure."

Sandy understood and he nodded. "Seth, I wouldn't be asking you to come if it wasn't serious. I know that being here is important, but your grandmother is dying. She may not make it through this. The flight leaves in 30 minutes. Think fast…"

Seth leaned against the wall. Great! As if he wasn't dying enough inside because Summer was marrying another man, now he had to make a very important decision in about 5 seconds: go see his dying grandmother, or walk Summer, love of his life, down the aisle.

He swallowed hard. What to do?

Summer sat back in the chair she was previously occupying, fiddling with her fingers. Sandy had pulled Kirsten out into the hall to talk to her about something.

Her mind was racing. She had a secret—a very big secret. Something she had done before Kirsten had come into the room. Summer stared at the open door the bathroom that was connected to the room.

A tear slid down her cheek. She heard the door click back open and Summer smiled at Kirsten, who returned it. "Summer, listen. The nana collapsed and the doctors are saying she might not make it."

Summer waved her hand in the air. "Go," she said, smiling weakly at the woman. Kirsten's shoulders sunk. "Are you sure sweetie?"

Kirsten saw the tears in Summer's eyes. "Let me get you some tissues," Kirsten offered, stepping into the bathroom.

Summer sprang from the chair, racing to the bathroom.

But it was too late. Kirsten had seen it. She was holding it.

"You're pregnant."