Thanks guys for all the reveiws..and I'm really sorry it took so long to update! Hope everyone likes this part.

The next morning Ruthie woke up to the sun shining in her bedroom window, bathing everything in gold. Stretching her arms above her head she sighed heavily and glanced over at her clock on the nightstand. If she didn't hurry she wasn't going to be ready for church on time.

As if Martin had read her mind she heard him call from the bathroom, "Ruthie, are you up? You better hurry if you're coming with me."

"Yeah. Yeah." She muttered, as she pulled herself out of bed and trudged to the bathroom to get a shower.

"Morning sleepyhead." Martin greeted her gently, as he turned to look at her after buttoning up his shirt.

"Morning." Ruthie said, not meeting his eyes as she headed for the small alcove in the bathroom where the shower was located.

"Don't take long." Martin admonished, as he left the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

"Whatever." Ruthie said to herself as she heard the door click shut.

About a half hour later Ruthie walked into the kitchen completely dressed and in a lot better mood. Her shower had done just the trick and woken her up immediately. She had found herself wondering as she got ready what this new church was going to be like.

Martin had apparently been going there the past two years whenever he was at school and from what he said really seemed to like it. He had told Ruthie that the pastor was a nice man, a little younger than her father, who had a real passion for what he did and what he spoke about.

Martin watched from a barstool as Ruthie helped herself to a couple pancakes that he had cooked and left for her. She was wearing a flowing white skirt that went down at an angle from her mid-thigh to a little below her knee with a white tank top under a see-through light pink long-sleeved shirt.

Her hair was down and the usual mass of curls tumbled down her back. She had put on a hint of light pink eye shadow and even dangling silver earrings. But true to her nature she wore simple white flip-flops, slightly offsetting the girly look.

As Ruthie ate, she and Martin sat in companionable silence. Martin, wondering whether Ruthie would like the church as much as he did and Ruthie, thinking about how she was going to miss her dad's sermons a little.

"Hey guys." Mac called out as he let himself in the front door that Martin had left unlocked for him earlier.

"Hey Mac." Ruthie and Martin both responded as he came into view.

"Isn't it time to go?" Mac inquired, looking at Martin as he did so, "You said to be here by 10:15 and it's already a little after 10:30."

"Yeah I did tell you that. But you're not late. I knew you wouldn't be here on time so…" Martin trailed off, winking at Ruthie as she laughed at Mac.

Mac, who had realized what was going on just shook his head and responded, "Oh I see. Ye of little faith."

"You weeeeerrrrrrre late." Ruthie reminded him, as she cleared her dishes away.

"Details. Details." Mac answered, smiling as Martin shook his head at him and grabbed his keys.

"Let's go." Martin announced as he walked out the door, leaving Ruthie and Martin to follow behind him.