Since you asked so nicely, chickadee, here's an update, just for you. And the thought of Peter stalking me is enough to make me projectile vomit, over everything and anything (including you). A certain teacher would know too much on the topic of Peter... lol, call me! Read and review!

Love Rhyleigh xoxox


"We need to talk".

They were possibly four of the worst words in the entire English language. Nothing good ever came of those four words. When Bec and Edge were students at Solar Blue, that was how Perri broke the news to Matt when she kissed Edge. That was how Fly had brought up the caravan incident with Heath...

And neither of those times worked out to be a good thing.

"Okay", Bec said slowly, trying to calm her racing heart. "When and where?"

She reached over to the tissue box and packed her pockets with tissues- Edge had hurt her once before, and while it may have taken her three or so months to get over the crying, she needed to be prepared. And she needed to warn Garry, just in case she reverted back to her hermit-like ways, upstairs in her bedroom.

"The beach, twenty minutes".

"Okay. I love you".

"Love you too".

Bec put the phone down and ran into the kitchen, where Garry was making what was probably his third cup of coffee.

"Who was on the phone?" he asked conversationally, leaning against the bench, a grin on his face.

"I think Edge wants to break up with me!" Bec wailed.

Garry was on high alert. "What is the matter with you? The boy worships the ground you walk on, I saw him the other night! When he picked you up for your date the other week, he was almost drooling when he saw what you were wearing. He loves you, Bec! God, there's something wrong with you".

The last part was said with a laugh and a peck to her cheek, making Bec blush furiously.

"He said 'we need to talk'", she objected.

"Yeah, well, that could mean anything. It could mean he wants to jet off to Auckland for the weakened with you, it could mean there's going to be a Solar Blue reunion held in our backyard, or it could mean he's going on another surfing comp", he said practically. "I'm not a mind reader, Bec, you tell me".

"I'm going down to the beach", Bec said dully, like she was taking her death march. Shuffling over to the door, she forced a grin in Garry's direction. "Wish me luck!"

"Drama queen", Garry teased.

Edge was already on the beach when she arrived- so much for their twenty minutes.

"Hey!" Bec called, her heart already beginning to race. She wondered if there was ever going to be a time when she saw him and her heart did not begin to beat, cracking her ribs and bursting out of her chest. When she was a teenager, she had giggled and blushed- and everyone had blamed it on her being a teenager.

At twenty one, what was her excuse?

Pure, simple, head over heels love.

"Hey!" Edge's face broke into a grin, using the back of his hand to casually wipe sweat off his face. "How are you?"

She greeted him with a gentle kiss. "Good, yourself?"

"I'm... okay, I guess". He pulled her down to her knees, making her squeal with shock.

"Just okay?"

"Yeah, well, I'm a little nervous", he defended.

Bec felt her stomach drop. "Okay..."

"Bec, I love you, you know that, right?"

I was so right! Rebecca Louise Sanderson, you are an idiot for giving him a second chance! You should have learned when you were sixteen, but you didn't. This is what you get, Bec. You get a broken heart and six teenagers to look after. You aren't a teenager anymore! I told you so!

"You aren't breaking up with me, are you?" her voice wavered and she bit her lip nervously.

"What?" Edge had the nerve to laugh. "No, no, no. no, I'm not".

Bec let out a breath she hadn't even known she was holding.

"What I'm trying to say is... Bec Sanderson, will you marry me?"

Bec's heart nearly stopped with pure, utter shock.

She though he was going to break up with her. She had a million and one thoughts running through her head- from memories from their time at the academy to their last date a weekend ago. The thought of marriage had never crossed her mind- in fact; she'd never pictured herself to be the marrying type. She had never been the girl who sat down with her friends and said 'by this age I'll be married with this many kids'. That had not been her style.

And yet, if she was going to marry anyone, she wanted it to be Dean Edgely.

He was the love of her life- and although he had broken her heart when they were sixteen, she had never stopped loving him. The pair had been friends before they even thought about a relationship. There was nothing more they loved to do, their housemates had concluded, than argue. They had fought the attraction and the chemistry for six months- and then finally, in a hospital of all places, had admitted it. The other Solar Blue kids had been so glad they had finally admitted it, they threw Bec a party. They called it a 'because you couldn't go to Tahiti we bought Tahiti to you' party (complete with plastic palm trees in her bedroom and leis), but Perri had admitted to Bec, in the dead silence of the night that it really was a 'realisation party'.

Bec Sanderson wanted to be Mrs Dean Edgely. She wanted to have little surfer babies (their children would spend as much time down on the beach, growing up, as both Bec and Edge had).

"Yes!" she kissed him on the lips, sealing the deal.

Their wedding would have to have Bec's kids there- after all, the six teenagers were the reason they were together at all. Anna and Joe would be there, for obvious reasons, and there was nothing Bec would love more than to have Fly, Heath, Perri and Matt attending. Even Deb and Simmo would be magical.

But first, she had to tell Garry.

Edge slipped the ring onto her finger, a huge smile plastered across his face. "Bec Sanderson, did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"Tell me again", Bec said coyly, batting her eyelids flirtatiously at him.

"I love you".