After some time they stood up from the bench. They didn't need to say anything to agree that they could continue walking to the place, where they would eat lunch. She linked her arm with his and in silence, their made their way to the place, which Myles had in mind to take her. She was somewhat surprised when he led her to the restaurant, which was known for serving the best lunches in D.C. She didn't say anything, though; she just followed him inside and to the corner table, finding it a little amusing when he insisted on pulling out a chair for her and pushing it to the table, when she sat down. She could see that there was a lot on his mind and she had no doubts that there was still some questions, although she was convinced she explained most of the ones, connected to her disappearance. She didn't think there was anything more, that she needed to explain but there was always a possibility that he would think about something, what didn't cross her mind.

Myles, on the other hand, kept thinking about all the things he had found out during the relatively short time. As surprising as a lot of things seemed, he knew that Toni didn't lie to him; what point would there be? It was terrifying to think that his parents could do such a thing, yet he knew that they were capable of it. The most important thing for them was always the family's good name and it definitely wouldn't be seen as something positive if people were to find out that he was going to have a child with Toni. He was aware that as archaic as it seemed, she would be considered below him and definitely an inappropriate girl to date, let alone be in relationship or have a child with. What could he do, that he considered her to be much more beautiful and interesting than all of those girls, who were 'right' for him? For his parents it didn't matter though, and thanks to them he lost the best relationship in his life, not to mention a chance to be a father.

He didn't even want to think what it would have been like if Tomas had lived. Not that he was happy that he died, never! He would much rather for the boy to have a chance to live, but it still hurt to think what it would mean for him. Now, he knew that Toni had left with bitter feelings towards him, convinced that he had been using the opportunity of being away from her to date other girls, so it was doubtful she would have tried to convince the boy that his father was a good person. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had told the boy that he didn't want them, and she would have been certain about it, too. For such a long time, he would have been living completely unaware that he had a family; a son to carry on the family name, who would have surely been a wonderful boy, who he could have felt proud of.

"Well…" spoke Toni, breaking the silence and blushing a little, when he suddenly looked up from the menu, which he continued to stare at even though they had both already ordered. "I have to say that I was convinced that by now, there would be Mrs. Leland as well as one or two children in your life…"

"As you can see there isn't… It has never really been close to this…" he admitted, shrugging. "In fact, out of all my relationships it was ours, that was the closest to ending like this… You are pretty much the only woman, who I had considered proposing to."

"It seems rather unbelievable…" she said, unsure how she felt about it.

There was this strange warmth in her heart at the thought, that there was no woman, who he felt more devoted to than her. She knew that as much as she wanted to believe that it wasn't true, she still cared about him. It was as if a part of her knew, that he would never act like this towards her despite the evidence, that she had. Yet, at the same time, she was scared of it. It definitely wasn't a good idea to still have feelings for him, to be attracted to him. Perhaps Rebecca was right; maybe he was the reason, why she wasn't able to create a serious relationship with, because deep in her heart she was still committed to him. She couldn't know that in this moment, he was thinking about the very same thing, but about himself. Only now, that he allowed himself to think about that, he was starting to realise that it was his dedication to Toni, what made it impossible for any of his relationships to survive. He was looking for what he had with her and neither of the women were capable of giving it to him.

"What about you?" he asked, wanting to chance the subject as he didn't feel comfortable discussing this part of his life. At the same time, he felt curious how it looked for her.

"I don't know… It's difficult to talk about something, what pretty much didn't exist…" she sighed, feeling suddenly embarrassed. "I mean, there were a few guys… It never got truly serious, though… Even if everything seemed good, they weren't able to fully understand or accept that I will never, ever get over losing Tommy… I didn't try to hide him and they seemed fine with it, but at one point or another they always started to complain that I visit him too often, that I keep wondering what it would be like if he lived and so on…"

He reached out his hand and placed it on hers, surprising her a little. He was ready to withdraw it, when she sent him a small smile and he knew that he didn't offend her in any way.

"So, you named our son Tomas?" he asked and the way she blushed made him certain that he knew the reason why she did that.

He remembered the conversation about names, which they had once had. It all started because of encountering a boy, whose name seemed not only archaic but embarrassing for the child in the future. It was also when he admitted that if he had a choice, he would choose to have a son; not that he wouldn't be happy with a daughter, and of course, he would love her, but he still preferred the idea of having a boy. He also mentioned a few names, which he thought he would name him and Toni didn't really try to hide, that she didn't like them. Thomas was the only one, which she agreed with him about.

"It seemed like a natural choice… Even before I found out that our baby was a boy, I kept calling him Tommy in my mind… It wasn't fair because it could have been a girl, but perhaps it was this mother's intuition or something… My dad insisted that since he would have my surname, he should have a Hispanic name and luckily, I simply needed to adjust the spelling."

Few seconds later, they were approached by the waiter, who brought their lunch and they were both aware that the conversation was pretty much over. Still, the silence that fell was quite comfortable and neither tried very hard to break it. They did make a comment every now and then, but that was pretty much it.

"Will you come tomorrow?" he asked, when they left the restaurant and arrived back at the place, where they left their cars. "I have no doubts that other people in your company must be great, but with you I feel completely certain that everything will be perfect…"

"Don't worry, Myles, I'm going to finish what I started."

He nodded his head, feeling very relieved. The truth was that he was ready to even fall to his knees and beg if it could convince her to continue working on his garden. He didn't want anyone other there; Toni was a person, who he trusted and who knew most of his little quirks, so who could do it better than her?

"Toni?" he called out, when she opened the door and was just about to get into the car. "What would you say about going to a theatre with me on Saturday? We could go to dinner after the spectacle or somewhere else, if you preferred it…"

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. Should she accept the invitation? She wasn't sure it was a good idea and at the same time, she really liked the idea of spending some time with him outside of his garden.

"Actually, dinner sounds perfect." she smiled, leaving him no doubts as to her answer and even though he wasn't sure what made him ask her, he was happy he did.

Perhaps it was his heart, begging for a second chance with her.