A/N: Thank you all for your patience...I'm back from my trip and here to update, as promised. In every story I've written so far, I have one or two favorite chapters. This is definitely one of them for this story. So I hope you all enjoy it too :-)

We pick up right after Tommy and Jude leave the engagement party...

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"You never really talk about the wedding," Jude commented, walking down the lamp post-lined path in the middle of the park next to Tommy.

"There's not much to talk about," he replied flatly.

"Well, when is it? Where is it? How did you ask her?" Jude asked, looking at him curiously.

"Okay, I guess there are some things to talk about," he joked. He looked back at her interested face and sighed, realizing she was serious. "Okay, okay…it's in four months. It's at that same country club we were just at. The Thompsons booked one of their big reception rooms—they're expecting a couple hundred people."

"Only twenty of whom will be yours," Jude piped in with a smile.

"Right. And how did I ask her? I just did, I don't know," he replied vaguely, looking up at the dark sky.

"That's a pretty abstract answer," she said, waiting for more details.

"It just happened, it wasn't some big thing. We were out to dinner on our anniversary and I just asked her."

"Was she surprised?" Jude asked.

Tommy thought for a moment before answering. "Not really…she knew it was coming."

"Really? I'd rather be surprised," Jude said thoughtfully.

"Well, we talked about it beforehand. She wanted to get married and we had been dating for two years, so it was time," he answered, pausing their walk to sit down on a bench.

Jude thought to herself for a few seconds, standing above him. She looked at his distant expression and asked, "But…that's what you wanted too, right? I mean, you wanted to get married?"

"Yeah, I wanted to," he replied, looking up at her. "I wouldn't let her make that decision for me."

"I know, I didn't meant that…it's just, the way you said it, it sounded like it was all her idea," Jude explained, sitting down next to him.

"Well, I guess it was but it was the right thing to do," he replied, glancing over at her. She listened to him attentively, nodding. "I know you haven't exactly seen the best of her, but she really is a good person."

She looked into his eyes and saw his sincerity. "I know. You wouldn't be with her if she weren't."

He grinned at her appreciatively, catching sight of the twinkle from the moon in her eyes. She smiled back warmly, her stomach churning slightly. Realizing their closeness, they both abruptly looked away, ending the moment.

"How about you?" he asked, looking down at his feet. "Marriage in your future anytime soon?"

She couldn't help but smirk loudly at his question. He looked over at her as she shrugged. "Sorry…it's just that since Sadie's getting married in a couple of weeks, it's like everybody feels the need to ask me when I'm getting married. Especially my mother."

"So what do you tell her?"

"That I'm taking my time. That I'm young. That she needs to stop pushing," Jude replied firmly.

He watched her response, realizing it was a sensitive topic. "Sorry, I didn't meant to push—"

"No, it's okay…it's just a big step. And my mom of all people should know that I'm not looking to rush down the aisle," she clarified. He nodded in understanding, remembering her parents' divorce and the effect it had had on her. "Sorry if I snapped at you. It just seems like once you're in a relationship, that's all people want to know."

"Yeah, I get that too. Just wait—once you've covered the whole wedding thing, then they start asking about kids. Jessica and I aren't even married yet and her parents already enrolled our kids in a private school."

Jude laughed lightly, more at ease with their conversation. She stood up and stretched, her wrap falling to her waist to reveal her back. He couldn't help but watch her, gazing at her creamy skin against the moonlight. He hadn't noticed how great she looked, how the dress accentuated her delicate shoulders, the curves of her frame. He watched as she leaned over and slipped out of her shoes, holding them in her hand with the wrap. She quickly jumped onto the grass beside them, sinking her toes into the cool earth.

She looked at him and saw his eyes fixated on her, feeling herself blush slightly. He smiled at her and stood up, clearing his throat to detract from his staring.

"Be careful. There could be dog poop in that grass," he joked.

She laughed. "I'll take my chances. Besides, the sign over there says this area is off limits for pets."

"Ahhh," he said, nodding his head in understanding, walking alongside her.

"You could take off your shoes too, you know," she said, a glimmer in her eye.

"And why exactly would I do that?" he questioned.

"Ummm…because it's fun," she replied with an eye roll.

"How is walking barefoot at night through a public park fun?" he asked, looking at her skeptically.

"It just is, you'll see," she responded, stopping and turning towards him. "Oh come on, where is your sense of adventure? Spontaneity? The Quincy I used to know would've done anything that didn't involve wrecking his hair," she teased.

He narrowed his eyes at her but a grin appeared on his face. "Think I'm boring, Harrison?"

"Maybe," she challenged with a mischievous smile.

He sighed loudly and shook his head, considering her challenge. He then let out a small groan and leaned over to start untying his shoes. She smiled widely at his actions, watching him stuff his socks inside his shoes. He took off his jacket and held onto it, along with his shoes, joining her on the grass. He sunk his toes into the cold ground, his eyes widening at the sensation.

"It's cold," he said, looking down.

"Awww, you can take it. Come on," she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him further onto the lawn. She started running ahead of him, watching behind her as he began to chase her, their laughter resounding all throughout the park.

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Sitting on the ledge of the fountain an hour later, they both started putting their shoes back on, laughing and telling stories of when they used to work together.

"That jumpsuit was the most hideous thing I've ever had to wear!" she exclaimed, sliding one foot into her shoe.

"It was pretty hideous," he agreed. "You looked like a silver batgirl."

"Hey! That ridiculously tight silver outfit saved both our jobs!" she exclaimed.

"True. But that platinum wig definitely was over the top," he added with a laugh.

"That was Darius' idea. I take no credit for the wig, though it did give me the idea to make the change permanent," she said.

"Which I see you've kept," he replied, referring to her blonde hair. She nodded and slipped her other foot into the shoe. She thought for a few moments, debating in her mind whether or not to ask the question that was on her mind. She watched as he slid his foot into his shoe and began to tie it.

"Quincy?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"Are you…happy?"

He finished tying and looked up at her, trying to read her. "Why? Does it not seem like I am?"

"I don't know. I can't tell. Sometimes it seems like you are," she explained, watching as he turned away and ran a hand through his hair. She bit her lip and instantly felt bad for the question. "You know, just forget I asked. It's not my business."

"Yes, it is," he replied, looking back at her, into her eyes. "You're part of my life. It's your business to ask that."

She nodded slowly, still feeling uncertain about her question. He sighed and stood up, looking down at her.

"Honestly, I don't know the answer. Sometimes I am and sometimes…I'm not so sure…" he trailed, looking at the fountain behind them.

"So, why not make a change then? Why settle?" she asked softly, looking up at him candidly.

"It's not settling. I just think this is the best it gets for me. I can't be happy all the time, Jude."

"But you deserve to be happy more than just sometimes…" she said, standing up and looking into his eyes. "We all do…"

He looked into her eyes and quietly asked, "Are you?"

She shifted her gaze away from his and swallowed to get rid of the lump that formed in her throat at his question. "I guess I am."

"That's not very convincing, Jude," he said, watching her intently.

She exhaled deeply and turned back towards him. Feeling the intensity of his gaze, she couldn't help but let her honesty come to the surface, as she faintly said, "Right now, I am happy."

A small grin appeared on his face, as he stared into her eyes and replied softly, "Right now, so am I."