She was watching her at the park. A little girl with curly brown hair, dimples, and light eyes. She looked exactly liked her father.

She was on the swings and kept saying, 'Higher! Higher!' to the mysterious figure pushing her. Sydney couldn't see the man's face but it was safe to assume it was Dean. The little girl was wearing a Kings jersey and there was Ambrose on the back. She was wearing her Daddy's jersey.

"It's time to go, pumpkin," Sydney glanced down at her watch.

"Awe, can I swing just a little longer? Pwease?" The little girl replied. "Step-Daddy says it's okay!"

Step-daddy? Sydney turned to the man pushing her daughter.

It was Roman.

Sydney gasped up for air. She was still at the Conservatory. Medical personnel and the wait staff surrounded her. Dean held her hand and smiled at her. "There you are," he purred, "there's my princess."

"What happened?" She quietly spoke.

"You fainted," Dean smiled. "I think everything overwhelmed you."

You got that right. Sydney managed to get up with Dean's assistance. He fed her bottled water and she took careful sips, letting the cool liquid trickle down her throat. After a few moments, she was assisted up and after she was thoroughly checked to make sure she was okay, Dean had a driver take them back to her place.

Dean helped her up to the apartment, assisted her upstairs to her bed, where he undressed her and joined. He stroked her hair as he watched her eyes flicker between amazement and bewilderment. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

Where did she want to start? The nightmare about Roman? Dean's reluctance to deal with Renee head-on? What will her family think when they had lunch the next day? "We're moving fast," she admitted after a long silence.

"I can put the brakes on this if you want," he suggested, "we don't have to move in right away. We don't have to get married right away. We can be long distance for as long it makes you comfortable."

"It's not that," she shook her head.

Dean couldn't read her mind and didn't want to attempt. "I'm confused, Syd."

She let out a harsh breath and turned to him. His eyes were full of confusion and sincerity. "I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"Renee?" He asked and Sydney shook her head. "Then what?"

"When everything goes too smoothly in my life, it's because something major is about to happen and not in a good way. So I'm just wondering if that something is going to happen in L.A. when I'm away from everyone?"

"Syd, you can't live your life based on an unknown. What if things end badly in L.A.? What if things pick up while we're in L.A.? What if you're about to become the next big star in art? What if I retire at the end of the year? What if, what if, and most importantly, who cares?" He stroked her cheek. "I've never lived my life based on an 'what if' but rather, 'now what?' You should do the same."

Sydney sweetly smiled. Dean was the Alpha to her Omega, the peanut butter to her jelly, the pillows to her bed. He was the Prince Charming to her Cinderella and she didn't need no stinkin' glass slippers after all. She caressed his cheek as her heart settled back down. "Now what?"

"Probably not what I want to do," he replied as he thought about making love to his new fiancée, "but sleep is good as well. We'll pick up in the morning. We need to celebrate your new journey on becoming Mrs. Ambrose."

"There is one thing I do want to do first," she sat up and picked up her drawing pad.

Dean sat up next to her and watched what she was doing. She made a careful outline of a heroine. "Inspired?"

Sydney turned to him and gave him a sensual kiss, playfully sucking on his bottom lip. "Of course!"

It had been three days, counting, and still no word from Dean.

Renee was furious. How dare he keep her waiting in vain like that? Didn't he know how crucial it was for him to contact her ASAP?

She'd successfully sold the lie to Eden and just in a few days, everyone is going to put two and two together. Dean would see the drawing as a mea culpa of some sort and he would drop Sydney. Renee would get her man and they'll live happily ever after.

If he would only pick up his damn phone.

She'd have to worry about Dean later. She had a meeting with Stephanie and Hunter about her potential role on the Housewives. If she didn't get a storyline soon, there went her entire angle and possibly, career. She spent her free time trying to figure out how to contact the artist behind the Dean drawing and there was nothing available. What artist creates an online persona and not have at least a means to contact them? She needed to think fast and with no time to spare.

"Renee!" Stephanie greeted her with air kisses before Hunter hugged her. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing great!" Renee smiled. It wasn't a complete lie. "How are you?"

"Doing fabulous," Stephanie enunciated fabulous as if she were sounding it out, "so fill us in!"

"Well, I have a couple of auditions under my belt and I just landed a small role on a TV show so that's exciting! I'm also waiting to hear back about doing a special with ESPN and…"

"We don't care about that!" Hunter casually waved his hand. "The news about Dean! That's what we want to know!"

"Oh," Renee grinned. There was no news. He went incognito like a magician in Las Vegas. "I don't really have anything to share."

Stephanie and Hunter glanced at each other. "Oh okay. Playing it coy, I see." Stephanie glanced down at Renee's left hand. It was surprisingly empty. "I thought you would be wearing it tonight."

"Wearing what?"

"The ring!" Stephanie clamored. "We just saw the latest drawing you posted! Congratulations!"