Marissa helped Bianca into the car before folding away the wheelchair.

"Something smells good." said Bianca, turning to discover a couple of bags from Krystal's on the back seat.

The car shook slightly as Marissa closed the trunk before climbing into the driver's seat.

"That's breakfast." said Marissa as she started the engine. "I have everything planned."

She turned to give Bianca a big smile.

"I hope I've devised the perfect day."

Bianca smiled back.

"It already is."

…

Whatever was in the bags from Krystal's were warming Bianca's knees as Marissa wheeled her through the park.

Marissa found them a secluded bench beside the pond. It wasn't their bench; they had found it already occupied by an old lady with a very yappy Yorkshire terrier. But Marissa had found then a nice spot in the sunshine, sheltered from the light breeze by a bank of yellow iris.

"It's perfect." said Bianca happily.

Marissa slid an arm around Bianca's waist to help her move from the wheelchair to the bench. Bianca slipped her own arm around her girlfriends shoulder for added support.

"God, I feel decrepit." said Bianca as she sat down awkwardly.

"Your back?" said Marissa sadly.

"My everything." said Bianca with a laugh, "But I've made it down so what say we tuck into breakfast, the smell of which has been torturing me for the last ten minutes?"

Marissa sat down and picked up one of the bags, making a big show of unrolling the top.

"Well for starters there is this…" said Marissa, leaning across to capture Bianca's lips.

Bianca grinned.

"I'm not sure how you can follow that." said Bianca playfully, reaching out to cup Marissa's cheek to pull her back in.

Marissa happily returned the kiss, but as Bianca's arms slid around her waist holding her tight an unpleasant feeling washed over her … a memory of other lips, forceful and sloppy… and she pulled away sharply.

"Ew." she gasped.

"Okay, is something wrong?" asked Bianca confused by Marissa's sudden recoil.

"I just remembered something."

"You did?"

Marissa pulled a face.

"I remembered kissing JR… It was just a flash but…" Marissa shuddered at the thought.

"I reminded you of kissing JR?"

"No, no not you!" gasped Marissa, clutching her hand in reassurance, "This place… I think we kissed here and we argued!"

"What about?"

"He… took me for a picnic; donuts and orange soda… when I told him to stop he accused me of being in love with Scott, but really I was confused… confused about my feelings."

"More memories," asked Bianca her eyes wide, "Has this been happening a lot?"

"A couple of times, AJ skinned his knee this morning and I sat him on my lap and told him to close his eyes and think of something fun and I remembered doing that with another child… I think it was Miranda…"

"It was."

"… and I think I remembered my mom saying it to me too when I was small."

"And Dr Stanhope, what did he say?"

"I'm seeing him tomorrow; which is, before you reprimand me, fine with the good doctor. Today is for you and me." said Marissa determinedly, "So what do you say we get on with breakfast?"

"And you are alright sitting here if this place reminds you of JR." said Bianca still concerned.

"Most definitely." said Marissa, smiling at Bianca, "Because after today it will also remind me of you."

She began unloading the picnic bag.

"There is juice." she said, plucking two cartons from the bag. "There are also pancakes with maple syrup and bacon."

"Very healthy." said Bianca with a laugh.

"Napkin, my lady." said Marissa unfolding a paper napkin and spreading it over Bianca's lap.

Bianca reached out and stroked Marissa's cheek.

"I love you." she said softly, "Thank you for today."

Marissa smiled, grasping Bianca's hand and kissing her palm.

"I love you more." said Marissa, "And the day is just starting."

…