In the next scene, everyone is gathered in the kitchen having breakfast or, at least, attempting to. Summer is on the phone with the caterers about the party that night, Seth is completing his morning ritual of bagel, coffee, and the arts and leisure section of the newspaper, and Marissa and Ryan are feeding Zoe while trying to eat their own breakfast.

Summer: Listen, I don't care what your boss told you, Kirsten Cohen left me in charge of her party and that is the way I want things done, and if you have a problem with that, then maybe we'll have to find a new company to go through for our next event! (She is angry but enjoying every moment of controlling this party. Seth looks up from his paper with a proud expression on his face, while Ryan, Marissa, and Zoe stop what they are doing and all turn around to stare at Summer, shocked at how mean she is being to the employee on the other end of the phone.)

Seth: That's my fiancée! Oh, I can't wait to see her deal with our wedding preparations; she's awesome!

Marissa: Actually, Seth, she's kind of scary.

Ryan: So, this is a rage blackout. I've only seen her threaten before, but now that I'm witnessing one, I really don't think I ever want one directed at me.

Zoe: She looks like Grandpa when she yells like that! (Zoe laughs at her own joke, but the other three look at Summer to see if she heard what Zoe said, but she is so too absorbed in her phone conversation to pay attention to what they are doing, so they laugh, too.)

Seth: You're right Zoe; she does look like Grandpa. He'd be proud of her right now. Hey, come to think of it, I should find a camera! (He jumps off of the stool and runs out of the room to look for a camera.)

Ryan: This ought to go well. (Marissa laughs at his sarcasm.)

Marissa: I really don't know if Zoe should be in here when Summer catches Seth taking pictures of her. Maybe we should go and play in the family room. Are you done eating? (Ryan takes one last sip from his coffee cup before eating his last bite of cereal.)

Ryan: Now I am.

Marissa: Here, will you take our plates to the sink, too, while I get Zoe out of her seat. Thanks. I'll wash them up later. (He leans down and kisses her cheek.)

Ryan: I'll help. (He walks off leaving a smiling Marissa to take Zoe out of her booster seat. When she's free, Marissa puts her on her hip, Ryan comes back and puts his arms out to take Zoe, but the little girl wraps her arms around Marissa's neck so that he can't take her.) Looks like someone has a new favorite.

Marissa: Jealous?

Ryan: Nah, not really, Zoe will eventually come to her senses. (Marissa playfully punches him in the arm before putting Zoe down on the floor. She goes to sit down, but Ryan pulls her back up and whispers in her ear.) Actually, I love seeing you with Zoe. It just gives me a preview to how wonderful of a mother you're going to be to our children. (She smiles and he kisses her briefly before she nudges him to look down at Zoe who is watching their every move.)

Marissa: So Zoe, what do you want to do? Do you want Ryan to go get you your dolls and we'll play with them?

Zoe: No.

Marissa: Okay. Do you want to color?

Zoe: No.

Marissa: Playstation?

Zoe: No.

Marissa: Watch a movie?

Zoe: No.

Marissa: (She turns to Ryan.) Help me out here will you. You've known her for a lot longer than I have; what else does she like to do?

Ryan: (He starts running out of the room.) I'll be back.

Marissa: Well, Zoe, it looks like we've been ditched.

Zoe: He'll be back.

Marissa: How do you know?

Zoe: He said he will be, and Ryan always does what he tells me. (Marissa sits down beside her.)

Marissa: Do you want me to braid your hair while he's gone? (Zoe shakes her head emphatically and climbs unto Marissa's lap.) So one braid or two?

Zoe: What do you want?

Marissa: What do you mean?

Zoe: We should match, so what do you want?

Marissa: (She laughs.) How about one then? (She starts to braid her hair in a French braid.) Who's going to braid my hair? Do you know how?

Zoe: I'm only two and a half Marissa!

Marissa: I know, but you're so talented and intelligent!

Zoe: I know, (Marissa stifles a giggle.) but Mommy hasn't taught me that yet. Will you?

Marissa: Sure.

Zoe: Good, but today, Ryan can help me.

Marissa: I don't think that Ryan knows how to braid either.

Zoe: You can teach him too then.

Marissa: He'll love that! (Ryan has reentered the room and is carrying the game Candyland. He puts it down on the coffee table.)

Ryan: Yes, he will. (He sits down behind Marissa on the couch so that his legs are straddling her body. As she continues to braid Zoe's hair, he leans down and whispers in her ear.) Ryan loves anything where he gets to touch you. (Marissa smiles.)

Marissa: Well then, in that case, when I finish with Zoe's hair, she can sit up with you and I'll give you two instructions while you work. And then when you're done with my hair we'll all play Candyland. Would you like that Zoe?

Zoe: Yeah! (She continues to braid Zoe's hair while Ryan gently massages Marissa's neck and shoulders occasionally kissing her neck or ear as well. Summer is now off the phone and is standing in the doorway watching them interact as if they were a family themselves. The camera leaves them and goes to Caleb and Julie eating breakfast in his dining room silently. A phone call breaks the silence. As the conversation progresses between Cal and his caller, Jimmy, the camera switches back and forth to show who ever is talking. Jimmy is in his hotel room sitting on his bed watching ESPN classics on mute while eating his breakfast, a very decadent meal considering that Caleb had to pay for everything and he is wearing the complimentary robe, quite relaxed and enjoying his "work". After three rings Caleb answers the phone, knowing who is calling due to the caller ID.)

Caleb: Jimmy. I didn't expect to hear from you this early…well for you at least.

Jimmy: Meeting at 9:00. I wanted to get up so I could eat breakfast, call you, and then get ready before I meet Kirsten down in the lobby.

Caleb: So I take it you spent the night alone?

Jimmy: Alone? No, I spent it with Dan Marino watching classic Dolphin's games.

Caleb: Thrilling, I'm sure, but that's not the company I was referring to.

Jimmy: I knew exactly who you were referring to, and it's not going to happen. I'm not your own personal gigolo that you can send to woo your daughter away from the husband she loves and whom loves her. I appreciate this job and the fact that you gave me a chance, although I don't think I was hired for my abilities as much as my indiscretion and vulnerability, but this is where I draw the line. I'll be Kirsten's friend, that's it.

Caleb: I know that's not all you want Jimmy and don't deny it.

Jimmy: Fine, Cal, if you really want to hear this, there is a part of me which still cares about your daughter and I always will, but nothing, are you listening here Caleb, nothing, absolutely nothing, will ever happen between us. I want to be her friend, prove myself to my daughters that I've changed, that I'm not the same selfish man who ruined their childhoods, and I can't do that if I'm trying to break up Kirsten and Sandy's marriage, especially because Marissa is dating their son.

Caleb: Hmph, Ryan, are you sure that's such a great idea Jimmy? You do know about his past, don't you?

Jimmy: I know that Sandy and Kirsten love him, are proud of him, and that he took the terrible situation that was his life and made himself a promising future.

Caleb: Yeah with Kiki's money.

Jimmy: They gave him a chance, but he was the one who took advantage of that chance, did well in school, got a scholarship, and turned his life around. True, without their help he may have ended up in prison for the rest of his life, but that is not going to happen now. Besides, he makes Marissa happy; that's all I can ask. (He whispers the last line.) It's more than I was ever able to do. (Caleb ignores this last comment although he did hear it.)

Caleb: Fine. If that's the way you want to play this, I'll have to find another way to show Kiki that she made a mistake. You just be her friend, be there for her when she needs someone to confide in, that's all I ask.

Jimmy: That I will do gladly.

Caleb: Keep me posted about this weekend, if she says anything that alludes to her being unhappy. Why don't you two go out on the town tonight, a nice restaurant, take in a show, make the trip entertaining. It just doesn't have to be about business, but I do want a phone call later detailing the meeting.

Jimmy: Will do Cal. I'll call you while we're on our way back to the hotel.

Caleb: Wait till you're back there, just in case we need to discuss something confidential.

Jimmy: Okay. Talk to you later. (Caleb hangs up without giving Jimmy a salutation. While he had been talking, Julie had watched him very carefully, attempting to figure out exactly what he was up to. She was able to put the pieces together, but at this point, she really has no interest in his daughter's affairs, a daughter she feared would come between her and what she wants, Caleb's money and the status that comes with being Mrs. Caleb Nichol.)

Julie: So, speaking of this evening, do you have any plans?

Caleb: I was assuming that we would be spending this evening together.

Julie: Really? You want to spend Valentine's Day with me?

Caleb: I don't see anyone else here sitting and eating breakfast with me. I don't know of anyone else that I'm letting live in my guest house. I don't know of anyone else that I'm helping set up a business. I don't know anyone else whom I'm dating, so yes, I did think that we'd be together tonight. Why, did you have other plans?

Julie: Me? No, I wasn't sure if you wanted to go out tonight, I mean, Valentine's Day is a big step.

Caleb: I think we're there, Juju.

Julie: (She gives him her biggest smile.) Oh, Cal, you don't know how much I love hearing you say that. So, what do you want to do?

Caleb: I thought we could take my yacht out, have dinner on it, perhaps spend the night while sailing, and then spend all day tomorrow over on Catalina, shopping and dining out.

Julie: That is even more perfect than I imagined. Should I change now?

Caleb: (He laughs at her enthusiasm.) Finish your breakfast; we're not leaving right away. In fact, I have work to do. How about I meet you down at the guest house tonight say at six and then we'll leave. I've already made the plans with my captain, so everything will be ready for us when we arrive. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my office if you need anything.

Julie: I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm just going to pack and work on the party preparations. (He was about to stand up, but, just as Julie surmised, he stays put when she mentions the party.)

Caleb: Oh, and how is that coming?

Julie: Good, I think. As you know, I've never done this before, and although I wish Kirsten was more enthusiastic about the project, she does know what she's doing. She has amazing contacts, and they are just full of ideas and are all extremely helpful. I'm so glad you insisted she help me with this, my first party, but after this experience, I know that I'll be able to handle the business on my own. (He stands up and busses her cheek with a kiss before leaving the room talking over his shoulder as he goes.)

Caleb: That's great Juju, and I'm sure the party will be a wonderful success. See you tonight. (With that he leaves. After he exits the room, Julie leans back and relaxes in her chair while helping herself to another Mimosa and enjoying living in the lap of luxury, even if it was not hers yet, it soon will be, she thought. A snide and sly smile breaks out across her face as the camera leaves her and goes to Sandy and Kirsten waking up in their hotel room. Sandy is sitting on their bed, flipping through the TV channels, and eating his breakfast, a bagel, what else, and drinking coffee. Kirsten is getting ready in front of the mirror in the bedroom. She is dressed, her hair is fixed, and she is now applying her makeup. While he eats and she finishes what she is working on, they talk.)

Kirsten: Alright, so tell me again how you materialized here, in Atlanta, last night. I know you tried to tell me then, but, as you most assuredly remember, I was not in a mood last night to listen. I had other things on my mind.

Sandy: (He chuckles at her before replying.) Oh, honey, trust me, that is one night I will never forget, and I'm not complaining about your lack of interest in what I was saying. That was the only way I don't mind being silenced.

Kirsten: Hm, I'll have to keep that in mind.

Sandy: Okay, so anyway. The kids got home last night, and by the time I heard them, Marissa was the only left standing in the room. Seth had gone off on one of his self-disclosing rambles, reiterating past Valentine's Day experiences….

Kirsten: Which I'm sure he'll pay for later. I doubt Ryan, Summer, or Marissa will ever let him live down those stories. (Sandy and Kirsten both laugh.)

Sandy: I know I'll never forget those stories, but anyway, Seth was off mumbling to himself while looking for you and your bow and arrows, while Summer and Ryan took their respective luggage to their rooms. Marissa and I talked, I told her that you had to go on a business trip for the weekend, and if I would have been paying attention, I would have realized that she was cooking up her idea then and there, but I was too distracted by the idea of catching Seth and listening to his tales. After dinner, everyone went their separate ways. Then Marissa came into my office, pulled me out of my chair, and told me to pack because I was going to Atlanta to spend Valentine's Day weekend with my beautiful wife. She promised to take care of Zoe, and said that Summer would be glad to handle the party. So, here I am, your loving husband, in your hotel room living the life thanks to your father's business expense account. I can't wait till he hears that I ended up spending the weekend with you despite his best intentions.

Kirsten: Oh come on, you don't think he purposely changed the meeting's date so that we couldn't spend Valentine's Day together, do you?

Sandy: Wouldn't be the first time, and the fact that of all his employees, he sent the least qualified person, Jimmy Cooper, who just happens to be your old high school sweetheart and who is now Cal's Minnie Me of terror…

Kirsten: Minnie Me?

Sandy: Sorry, the in flight movie was Austin Powers, guess the references sort of stuck with me, but it works.

Kirsten: (She laughs.) I never imagined you as the Austin Powers type of man.

Sandy: Maybe there's a little bit of a sexually promiscuous hippy in all of us.

Kirsten: I think I'm going to ignore that line; now, about this theory about my Dad?

Sandy: Think about it. Wouldn't it be just your Father's style to send you away with Jimmy hoping you'd rekindle the flame on Valentine's Day?

Kirsten: It would help explain his presence here.

Sandy: And why the meeting was suddenly rescheduled.

Kirsten: If you're right, I'm surprised my Dad didn't have his secretary "accidentally" (She motions the quotations marks.) only book one room with one bed so that we'd just happen to have to share.

Sandy: He's slipping in his old age. (Sandy laughs for a moment by himself before Kirsten finally lets go and joins him.) Well, I tell you what, I'm glad that he didn't do that, because I don't know if I could share a room with Jimmy Cooper.

Kirsten: Glad to see you're worried about me!

Sandy: Oh honey, your Father might think that you'd cheat on me with Jimmy, but I know you better than that. You would never do anything like that with any guy. I mean, how could you ever possibly want anyone else when you have me? (She looks at him through the mirror as he smiles at her in jest before she whirls around and whips a box of tissues at him. He ducks easily and just continues to chuckle to himself.)

Kirsten: Aren't we smug?

Sandy: Yes, we are. So, what are the plans this evening?

Kirsten: Excuse me?

Sandy: What do you want to do tonight?

Kirsten: I don't know; you tell me.

Sandy: So, you're saying I better have something planned by the time you get back from your meetings this afternoon?

Kirsten: Uh huh.

Sandy: I can do that.

Kirsten: Good. So, how do you think the kids are doing?

Sandy: Do you want me to call and check up on them? (She shakes her head yes and he picks up his cell phone and dials. As he does so, Kirsten puts her shoes on. Before he says anything though, he hangs up quickly.) It was busy. (They both look at each other before speaking at the same time.)

Sandy and Kirsten: Summer.

Kirsten: I still can't believe Marissa did this for us.

Sandy: I hope I didn't scare her.

Kirsten: What do you mean?

Sandy: Well, I got a little excited with the news, and when I hugged her, I know that I was acting like a lovelorn teenager. Then I went on to say that I didn't know how we managed without her.

Kirsten: I'm sure she took that modestly and tried to deny it.

Sandy: Yes, but Ryan cut her off and agreed with me.

Kirsten: I'm so glad he found her. He's a completely different person with her now, I mean, he's still our Ryan, but he's happy, content, and excited all at the same time. I wouldn't be surprised if before the year's out, they're engaged, too.

Sandy: Face it Kirsten, our boys did well for themselves, almost as well as I did.

Kirsten: (She goes over, now that she is ready to leave, and kisses him quickly goodbye.) Good answer.

Sandy: Hey, that's all I get?

Kirsten: There's much more where that came from tonight, so just keep it in your pants, Austin. (She laughs at herself before she walks out of the door, shutting it behind her. Sandy smiles at her comment, settles back down in the bed, and begins to talk to the TV as he channel surfs. The scene leaves him and goes back to the house where Ryan and Marissa are cuddled up on the couch with a sleeping Zoe in Marissa's arms. Candyland is strewn across the floor, evident that they had been playing it earlier. Although Zoe is asleep, Ryan and Marissa are just relishing each other's company and enjoying the peace and privacy. Summer is in the kitchen, still on the phone organizing things for the night to come, but she is no longer angry, so she is quiet and does not disturb the three on the couch. Seth is sitting at the table, bored stiff, and silently hitting his head against it while waiting for Summer to finish on the phone because he wants to talk to her, but she won't let him until she hangs up. The scene begins with Ryan and Marissa quietly talking.)

Ryan: So Summer seems to really get into planning these parties?

Marissa: I could never imagine enjoying that. I don't even want to think what she'll be like with her wedding. (They both laugh quietly together as they imagine Summer on a war path planning her nuptials.) What time is it?

Ryan: A little after 12:00, why?

Marissa: I just feel guilty. I mean, Summer's been working on this party the entire morning, and I got to spend it with you playing with Zoe.

Ryan: Do you really think that she'd have it any other way?

Marissa: No, but I could have at least offered to help.

Ryan: And those offers would have fallen on deaf ears, trust me.

Marissa: What do you think we should do about tonight?

Ryan: What do you mean?

Marissa: Zoe's not going to want to stay at the party; she'll be bored stiff.

Ryan: She won't be the only one. (Marissa laughs. After a moment of silence, Ryan speaks again.) We could offer to take Zoe out, skip the party.

Marissa: Oh, and what a sacrifice that would be for you. (She laughs at him again.)

Ryan: I just mean….well….you know I'm not a fan of these parties, but if you want to stay, I understand and we will. I guess we could always try to get her babysitter to work tonight.

Marissa: (She sifts awkwardly because of the sleeping Zoe in her arms, but manages to look Ryan in the eyes.) Ryan, it's okay, I really don't want to go to the party either. I'd love to spend time with just you, me, and Zoe, but I do request some private time for just you and me after we get home.

Ryan: Oh, you mean so you can get your present?

Marissa: Well, yes, but so I can also give you yours.

Ryan: (He kisses her softly.) I can't argue with that.

Marissa: Do you think that Seth and Summer would mind?

Ryan: I don't see why they would. (He kisses her again.)

Marissa: But… (Her thoughts are cut off by his seeking lips, and although she wanted to say something else, she cannot pull away from him. They are interrupted by a newly phone free Summer who clears her throat to get their attention.)

Summer: And here I thought you two were the perfect picture of the perfect parents, but I was wrong! Making out in front of a two and a half year old, what would Dr. Spock say?

Ryan: Dr. Spock?

Seth: (He has left the table and his latest hobby of hitting his head on it behind to join in the conversation.) He's a child-rearing expert.

Marissa: Seth, who says child-rearing?

Seth: Me.

Marissa: Oh, okay.

Summer: I think it's a good idea.

Seth, Ryan, and Marissa (at the same time): What?

Summer: That you two should take Zoe for the night….at least till the party ends, and that we'll stay here and hold down the fort. Then, when you get back from your evening out on the town, we'll switch up and Cohen and I will take Zoe for the night so that you can have some alone time, but I have one stipulation.

Seth: Summer! I don't want to watch Zoe all night!

Summer: Cohen, it's not like we can do anything, so she won't be interrupting us, and besides the fact that you should want to spend time with your little sister, I have a plan, so just go with me. (She gives him a look to convey that he should go along with her or suffer the consequences.)

Seth: Fine. (He starts to pout.)

Summer: Anyway, I'll go along with this plan on one condition. You two are in charge of the cleanup tomorrow morning.

Ryan: That's all we have to do, clean up, to get a night alone where you two keep Zoe?

Summer: Yep.

Seth: This is awesome! (He has rapidly gone from pouting to being ecstatic.)

Summer: I thought you'd like that Cohen; you should trust me more.

Seth: I do trust you Summer, you were just scaring me earlier.

Summer: I'm okay with that.

Seth: Hey! (When he yells, Zoe begins to stir.) That's my line!

Ryan: Seth, shut up! Zoe just fell asleep; if you wake her, you know she'll be grumpy all afternoon, and it doesn't look like you'll be the one taking care of her! (Although his voice is harsh, he is whispering.)

Seth: I'll just be on my way then, because obviously no one wants me here. (He walks away slowly, pretending to pout.)

Ryan: We'll take Zoe upstairs to her room Summer, but when we get back down, we'll help you set up, okay?

Summer: Works for me, Chino. (She leaves the room and goes back out to the kitchen and sits down to make a check list. The camera goes back in the family room where Marissa is now sitting up. She stands, still cradling Zoe in her arms, as does Ryan. He then takes the sleeping Zoe out of Marissa's arms and holds her while Marissa quickly cleans up the game. While she does so, they talk.)

Marissa: So, what do you have in mind for us tonight after we drop Zoe off at home?

Ryan: What would you like to do?

Marissa: As long as I'm alone with you, I don't care.

Ryan: (He smiles at her as she looks up at him.) Beach?
Marissa: Perfect…for a while, but I want to come back here to open our gifts from each other. The beach may be beautiful, but it will be too cold to do what I want there.

Ryan: Oh, I'll keep you warm.

Marissa: I don't doubt that for a second, but…

Ryan: Hey, trust me; I'd rather be in the poolhouse, too. (She smiles up at him again and he returns the sign of affection.) What do think we should do with this little monster to keep her entertained tonight?

Marissa: How about the classic date combination, dinner and a movie, of course the movie will have to be a kid's movie, but I doubt we'd watch much of it anyway. If she gets occupied, we might be able to sneak in a few clandestine embraces.

Ryan: I like the way you think, and if not, we'll at least be able to hold each other. (She stands up with the newly returned game in its box, kisses him lightly on the lips, and then leads the way upstairs.)

Marissa: Oh there'll be opportunities. I'm not spending my Valentine's Day not kissing you, even if that means Zoe does catch us. I'm sure there's some way we can bribe her to remain quiet. (Ryan laughs and playfully smacks her butt as they walk upstairs, Zoe sleeping soundly the entire time. As the go up the stairs, the scene fades and goes to commercial.)

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