Abbie stood outside Olivia's driveway with Serena's gift in hand. She could have waited inside, but she was too nervous. Serena was due to pick her up any moment now for a birthday dinner at her house. It was Serena's 17th birthday and Abbie had wanted to take her out, but Serena insisted on inviting Abbie for dinner with her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Southerlyn knew they were a couple and they recently began to accept it, but Abbie was afraid of how they'd act toward her now that they knew their daughter was moving to Texas. She had been dreading this evening, but it was the first time she had seen Serena in two weeks, so she wanted to make the most of it and at least attempt to impress her parents. Instead of her usual t-shirt and jeans, she opted for a sunflower print sundress, a white cardigan, flats, and Olivia's mom's pearl necklace. She hated the way she looked and she kept reminding herself that she was doing this for Serena.

Before Serena could fully pull into the driveway, Abbie made her way over to the car and got in as quickly as possible, so she could kiss her girlfriend. It was the longest she had gone without Serena and, although she had enjoyed her time with Olivia and Alex, she missed her Serena more than she was willing to admit. She had gone two weeks without seeing Serena and she hoped vacation was the last time they would ever be apart.

"You look beautiful," Serena told her after finally prying her lips away from Abbie's.

"So do you," Abbie responded. "In fact, I think you look a little too beautiful. I love the way you look in that red dress. I want to take it off of you tonight."

"I love you," Serena said and kissed her one more time. "And you can take this dress off of me tonight, but that's all you're going to do."

"That is the worst promise we have ever made," Abbie said. "What possessed us to give up sex until we have our place?"

"You're the one who wanted a second virginity," Serena pointed out. "You swore it would make sex even better if we both went without sex until we had our first night in our 'marital' bed. That way it would be like losing our virginity to each other on our wedding night."

"Was I drunk when I said that?" Abbie asked.

"No, which is why it was crazy," Serena responded. "Do you know what going without sex for two weeks does to me? And we still have another week to go. That's a total of three weeks. I've never gone without sex for more than a week since I was 14."

"Which is why everyone calls you a nymphomaniac," Abbie teased.

She started to smile when Abbie squeezed her hand. "I'm just glad I found a girl who could keep up with me. I love you so much and I'm so excited about our future together."

Serena pulled over on her block and started to kiss her girlfriend. Her parents were waiting for them, but Serena didn't care. Two weeks without Abbie was an eternity and she was going to go as far as she could with her without breaking their rule.

Olivia sat at a booth across from Peter at a restaurant she had never been to before. She had wanted to go to Sticky's but he insisted it wasn't good enough for this special occasion. This was the first time they had spent time together without her mom and Olivia felt awkward at first. She was wearing a dress and trying to figure out what to order at a restaurant she had never been to. To add to the awkwardness, the host assumed Olivia was Peter's girlfriend.

"I wish we would have gone to Sticky's," Olivia told him as she flipped through the menu. "I don't know what any of this stuff is."

"What do you like?" Peter asked. "I can help you choose something."

"I like normal things," Olivia said. "You know, burgers, fries, hot wings, pizza."

"There's pizza here," Peter told her. "It's margherita pizza, but it's still pizza."

"What is it?" Olivia asked, her nose starting to wrinkle.

"It's tomato, mozzarella, shredded parmesan, and basil," Peter informed her.

"Basil?" Olivia asked. "That's gross. Where's the pepperoni? If there's no pepperoni, it's not pizza."

"Nevermind," Peter said. "I'll just order you some spaghetti."

"With meatballs," Olivia insisted. "And shredded cheese on top. I won't eat it if there's no shredded cheese on top."

"You're worse than my girls and they're all under 13."

"Well," Olivia began. "If you love my mom, you're going to have to love me, too. We're a package deal."

Once their food arrived, Olivia began picking at her spaghetti. She knew Peter was trying to work up the nerve to tell her something and it was only a matter of time.

"Olivia, there is something I want to talk to you about," he began.

"What is it?" Olivia asked.

"I've been in love with your mom for a very long time," Peter told her.

"I know," Olivia said after she slurped up some of her spaghetti noodles. It was a very unladylike thing to do, but Olivia didn't care. That's how she ate spaghetti at home. She and Abbie would even have the occasional noodle slurping contest.

"Usually, a man asks a woman's father for permission," Peter began. "But you're the most important person in Serena's life and I feel as if it's only appropriate if I–"

"You want me to give you permission to marry my mom," Olivia interrupted.

"Yes," Peter said, completely relieved.

Olivia clasped her hands together and started to squeal. People in the next table were looking at her, but she didn't care. She went over to Peter's side of the booth and gave him a hug.

"You can marry her," Olivia said excitedly as she was still holding on to Peter.

Once he realized that Olivia wasn't going to let go, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.

"Great, now I have another daughter," Peter said jokingly. "That brings the grand total to four."

"You may have four daughters, but I only have one dad," Olivia said and tried not to cry.

"Okay, kiddo, get over to your side," Peter said. "Your food is going to get cold."

"I'm too excited to eat," Olivia said when she was back on her side of the booth.

"You became skinny as a twig this summer. You need to eat something," Peter said. "I think I've already entered Dad mode with you and there's something I want you to know."

"What?"

"I know how you were conceived and even though that man was heartless, we aren't all like that," Peter told her. "I love your mom and I love you and I'd never do anything to break her heart. I promise I'm going to do right by the two of you."

"I know," Olivia said and started smiling even more. "But I have a few requests."

"Anything," Peter insisted.

"Can we go to Yankees games?" Olivia asked. "My mom hates baseball and so do my friends. I've never even been to a game before."

"Well, I just happen to hold season tickets," Peter told her. "All my kids hate baseball and I'd be thrilled to have someone to take other than one of my buddies who always ends up drunk by the third inning. Besides, it'll give your mom a break from me. Who's your favorite player?"

."Mattingly," Olivia said. "I've been following his career since I was a little girl."

"Then we'll get you a Mattingly jersey," Peter insisted.

"And a Yankees beanie?" Olivia asked. "I mean, it's only a matter of time before it gets cold."

"And a Yankees beanie," Peter told her.

"Rad, so how are you going to propose to her?" Olivia asked.

"I'm not the first man to propose to Serena," Peter informed her. "I'm probably the fifth and she has turned everyone down, so I have to make it special. She's coming over tonight and I was thinking of having a romantic evening and making it all about her and after we–"

"Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight," Olivia began. "You were going to propose to her after making love? That's what Walter did and she turned him down. Granted, she turned him down because she was 21, but still. It's a jinx. Don't do it. I have a better idea."

"What is it?" Peter asked. "I should just do what you say because you're probably going to shoot down all of my ideas."

"This is true," Olivia told him. "You should take her on a little tour of places that were important to you two when you were in high school and along the way you should reminisce. Have it end at the water tower because that's where I heard you two went with Olivia and Lorraine after senior prom. I know you kissed her quickly when you were both in 9th grade, but she told me prom night was when you were both caught up in the moment and you first really kissed her. You should kiss her in that same spot and then open up to her about how you feel. Tell her how you've loved her since that first time you kissed her and how you're going to love her for the rest of your life. That's when you slip the ring on her finger."

"How did you come up with that?" Peter asked. "That's brilliant."

"That's how I always dreamed of proposing to Alex," Olivia admitted.

"I really shouldn't be flaunting my happiness in front of you when you're having problems with your girl," Peter told her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Olivia said. "And you're not flaunting anything. You're proposing to my mom and I know that she'll be so happy and say yes. That makes me happy, too."

Olivia spent the next hour finishing dinner and have dessert with her future dad. Although she was sad about Alex, she tried not to let that ruin her good time. Her mom was going to get proposed to tonight and Olivia was finally going to have someone to call Dad.

Abbie carefully took a seat at the kitchen table of the Southerlyn house. She saw an array of forks and spoons in front of her and she had no idea what to use. She felt nervous, but Serena had told her to mimic her actions and that's exactly what she was going to do. Having dinner with Serena's parents was unusual for Abbie and she was glad when they had finished eating and cut the birthday cake.

When everyone was finished, Serena's parents told Blaine and Serena to go to their rooms and Abbie knew her interrogation was about to begin.

"Have a seat, Abbie," Mr. Southerlyn said and Abbie carefully sat down on the living room sofa.

"We know you're in a serious relationship with our daughter," Mrs. Southerlyn began. "And we also know that no matter what we say, she's going to be with you."

"My wife and I were against the two of you being together at first, but I've noticed the progress you've made and how much you've grown up," Mr. Southerlyn told her. "You've become a responsible young woman with a good head on your shoulders."

"Thank you, sir," Abbie said nervously.

"There's no need to be nervous," Mr. Southerlyn told her. "We just have a couple of questions for you."

"Does Serena actually want to go to Texas with you?" Mrs. Southerlyn asked.

"She does," Abbie said confidently. "It's all we talk about. Serena is just as excited as I am."

"Where are you two going to live and where is she going to school?" Mr. Southerlyn asked. "I want to make sure she finishes her senior year and graduates. Not only that, but I want her to go to college."

"We're going to live in Austin, near my campus," Abbie informed him. "We'll be living in a studio apartment, but it's in a very nice area. My grandmother looked into it and signed the lease for us. She lives about ten miles from our apartment and she's only a phone call away if we need anything. She knows all about my relationship with Serena and she can't wait to meet her. There's some great high schools in Austin and we're going to register Serena as soon as we arrive."

"And what are you going to do for money?" Mrs. Southerlyn asked. "We're only giving Serena $1000 each month. No more."

A thousand dollars seemed like a fortune to Abbie, but she realized that Serena was accustomed to a completely different lifestyle.

"I'm going to get a job," Abbie responded. "It'll keep me focused and work experience will look great on my resume when I'm a postgrad."

Abbie started to feel as if someone else was answering these questions for her. She wasn't used to being mature and responsible or having all the answers, but she felt as if her love for Serena was bringing out that side of her.

"Do you promise to take care of my daughter?" Mrs. Southerlyn asked.

"I do," Abbie told her. "I am head over heels for Serena and I plan on spending the rest of my life with her. I don't mean to take her away, but we both feel as if this is the right thing for us to do. I know we're young, but we're looking forward to growing up together and we feel as if this move will bring us closer together as a couple. We've already bonded so much in such a short time and I know it can only get better. I'm going to make sure she's happy and she's loved every day of her life."

Mr. and Mrs. Southerlyn exchanged glances, which only made Abbie even more nervous than she already was. She had bared her soul to these people and she felt as if her fate was in their hands.

"I guess I should welcome you to the family," Mrs. Southerlyn told her.

"You mean you're okay with–" Abbie began, but Mr. Southerlyn interrupted her.

"You have our blessing," he said to Abbie. She wanted to run up to give them hugs, but she felt hugs were inappropriate in the Southerlyn household.

Instead, she thanked them and excused herself before leaving the room. She contained her excitement as she slowly walked up the stairs and down the hall to Serena's room, but all of that ended the moment she saw her girlfriend. They both started screaming and Serena tackled her onto the bed.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," Serena said and showered Abbie with kisses. "This is the best birthday gift I could ask for."