Okay, I know I haven't updated anything in what feels like forever, but don't hate me. I promise I have really good reasons for going MIA.

1) College apps! If any of you are high school seniors, or have been in my shoes, then you know what's up. I couldn't write, because I was too busy cross referencing transcripts, writing and rewriting personal statements, and begging my teachers to write me letters of recommendation.

2) I got sick.

3) It's finals week

4) There was a huge storm a few days ago in NorCal and my power went out

5) I took the ACT today and the SAT a few weeks ago.

6) I just recently finished a ten week internship that lightweight took over my life.

But hopefully once this semester is over, I'll be able to update more fr have frequently. If you, like me, are doing or have done any of the above recently, I wish you all good luck. May the odds ever be in your favor.

"Can I just say that I'm not crazy."

"No one said you were crazy, Diana."

Diana awkwardly wrung her hands together. She stared back at the woman in front of her, Doctor Rachel Bates. "Isn't that why people go to therapy? Because they're crazy?"

"That is a misconception, Diana. People come to therapy because they need to talk and get clarity. I mean, you can tell me something and I legally cannot tell your secrets."

Diana didn't reply. She just continued to stare. Beck, who was sitting next to her, checked his watch.

"Is there anything you wanted to talk about?" Rachel asked.

"Are you married?" Diana asked.

"Yes. Twelve years next month."

"Do you have kids?"

Rachel nodded. "Two boys, Lord help me. They're seven and three."

"Huh. Okay."

"You two are married." Rachel said. She pointed to the massive diamond ring sitting on Diana's finger. "I could spot that rock a mile away."

Diana looked at her Harry Winston engagement ring. It was a huge, eight carat, princess cut diamond, and right on top of it was her wedding band. She was hoping she'd get the engagement ring that Beck's grandmother and mother wore, but she didn't. It never really bothered her, until now. Did Beck not think she was good enough for the family heirloom? Did he know from the start that their marriage was crap?

"It is beautiful." Diana smiled. "Thank you."

"How long have you two been married?"

"Three years." Beck replied. "We've been together for six."

"How'd you meet?"

"I was a dental hygienist, he was my patient. He asked me out and the rest was history."

"How was your dating life?"

"Fun." Beck answered. "We had a lot of fun."

"I think back, and it's like we were a completely different couple." Diana added.

"What do you mean by that?" Rachel asked.

"We aren't fun anymore, we don't have fun anymore. I can't tell you the last time we went out and it didn't feel like a chore." Diana said.

Beck nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we were super adventurous and Diana loves traveling, so I tried to take her as many places as I could. On our fifth date, I took her zip lining. In Jamaica."

"And we went scuba diving in the Maldives. We swam with dolphins in Cancun." Diana continued. "Cancun was amazing."

"And Diana almost got herself thrown into a Mexican jail."

"The dolphin instructor was flirting with you! So I had to stake my claim."

"You broke her nose."

"You say that like she was a model and I ruined her money maker."

Beck rolled his eyes lightheartedly. "You are something else."

"When did the fun stuff like that stop happening?"

"Maybe a year or so ago." Diana replied. "The last place we went was Puerto Rico. We got into a fight."

"About what?"

Diana and Beck looked at each other and shrugged. "We manage to fight about everything, so who knows?"

"Why do you guys fight? And how often?"

Diana shifted in her seat. "For any reason. And far too often. I'm shocked one of us hasn't had a stroke or heart attack yet."

"Well what's brings you two here, today? What was the catalyst?"

"Oh he had an affair." Diana said, cutting straight to the chase. What was just a lighthearted, nostalgic atmosphere, was now dark. "Or he might still be having one for-"

"I'm not." Beck cut in.

"Fine. He had an affair with his child assistant." Diana clarified. "And I found out about it."

"Okay. Beck, you aren't going to deny this, are you?"

"No. Diana is telling the truth."

Rachel nodded. "And you said it was with his assistant?"

"Yes, with his assistant Jade. Pretty girl. Young and stupid, but very pretty. Hopefully her looks don't fade because what else was she offering you, Beck?"

Beck almost replied that Jade graduated with high honors from UCLA, and could probably run the company better than most of their seasoned executives, but he knew he would not get brownie points for it.

He turned to Diana. "Diana, can you-"

Diana cut Beck off, and focused in on Rachel. "If it's okay with you Rachel, I'd like to not speak about whatever...fling Beck and his child girlfriend had going on."

"Okay." Rachel folded her arms together. "Beck, can you leave the room please?"

"This is a couple's therapy session. I'm paying you an obscene amount of money to fix our marriage, so why should I leave?"

"I have a PhD and a PsyD, both from Stanford. I have numerous awards on my walls. So I charge you an obscene amount of money and I am asking you to leave, because I'm really good at my job. So let me do my job." Rachel smiled. "Please."

"Okay. I'll be out in the hall." Beck pushed himself off of the large couch he was sitting on and walked around it to get to the door on the other side of the room.

Rachel heard the door open and shut subsequently. She let out a sigh. "Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The atmosphere just shifted. You two are just so...tense. So I thought it would be better if I separated you. Now that it's just you and me, woman to woman, I thought you'd talk more freely."

Diana didn't say anything.

"When did you find out he cheated?"

"I didn't suspect anything; it was pretty out of the blue. I married a man who was good. He talks to his mother every day, he opens doors for people, he regularly donates money to charities for kids. Beck is predictable. He gets up, goes to work, comes home, kisses me on the cheek, drinks a glass of scotch, and goes to bed. I never knew he had the balls to do something like this. He is passive aggressive, emphasis on the word passive."

"It was a normal day, and I was going through our clothes to put in a dry cleaner, and I found a shirt. There was makeup on the shirt, and it smelled like perfume. The same perfume his assistant wears. I hate to toot my own horn, but I like to call myself intelligent. It didn't take too long for me to piece things together."

"Then I had security cameras installed in his office. And like idiots, they just started making out like animals in heat. And then he gave her a necklace, a gorgeous necklace, might I add."

"I confronted him a few weeks ago, and he did not deny it." Diana finished.

"How did that make you feel?"

"Like crap. But that's not the worst..."

"Not what?"

"It's nothing." Diana assured.

"It's something." Rachel argued. "In all my years of psychology, I've learned that we never say things on accident. Our subconscious has us say and do things that we really mean, no matter how deep they're suppressed."

"Beck can't hurt me anymore."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing."

Rachel tapped her pen against the side of her head. "Do you really want to play this game? I play it with my kids when they fuss at me and tell me that they don't like me anymore. We talk in circles, we stare each other down, but eventually I do win. So let's just skip to the part where I win."

"I'm going to make myself exceptionally clear. I say this one time, and one time only. It is never brought up again, okay?"

"Okay."

"Beck and I do not have kids." Diana started.

"What's wrong with that? You still have time. I had my eldest at thirty-four."

"We don't have kids because I can't have kids."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Diana."

"You don't need to be. I was pregnant before, but..."

"But what?" Rachel goaded.

"I just said I don't have children, so surely you can figure it out."

Rachel slowly nodded as she put it together. "I'm really sorry."

"Long story short, I had a miscarriage, a really bad one. I was practically paralyzed on my kitchen floor, I lost a lot of blood, and I blacked out for a few minutes after my mom called 911. And now I cannot have kids."

"Where does Beck factor into all of this?"

"As my husband, he has one job to do. Be there for me, show up for me. And he couldn't do it."

"What does that mean?"

"A few days earlier, we got into an argument, but I just asked him to come home because he was on a business trip. And he refused. Then later when I was at the hospital, my mom told me to call him, but I said no. He made his choice. Whatever he was doing that day was obviously more important than me, so what was the point?"

Diana anxiously tapped her foot against the marble floor of her bathroom floor.

Why was she so nervous? She was only calling Beck. To her, Beck didn't have an intimidating bone in his body. But here she was, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, in her pajamas (at noon for crying out loud), clutching a stupid positive pregnancy test.

Beck was probably still upset with her because she was still upset with him.

So she may have said some not-so-nice things about his mother, but Nora did start the argument. There were only so many times Diana would allow her mother-in-law to insinuate that she was a gold digging whore before she snapped back.

But that was besides the point. Diana had bigger things to worry about than Nora Oliver.

Diana dug into her robe pocket and grabbed her cell phone. She scrolled through her contacts and called Beck.

"Hello."

"Beck, hi. It's me."

"Diana, I do have caller ID."

"Sorry. I don't know why I felt the need to say that."

"You do know that I'm working, right? I'm heading to New York in an hour."

"I just needed to hear your voice. We did not end on a good note when we last talked."

"If it's alright with you, I really don't want to get into that right now."

"I agree!" Diana hopped up and started pacing. "I just wanted to call you to say that I'm over the fight. It was a stupid one and I don't want to fight with you anymore. In fact, I want you to come home."

"Home? To LA?"

"Yes."

"I'm working."

"You're the boss." Diana replied. "You can do whatever you want."

"I'm in the middle of a very important trip. I can't just up and leave."

Diana twisted and untwisted her finger into her silk pajama bottoms. "I have really big news."

"What?"

Diana put the test down and stared at it. "I want to tell you face-to-face."

"Di-"

"Trust me when I say it's important. Life changing."

"If it's that big, why can't you just tell me now?"

"Because this isn't the type of news you just casually tell someone over the phone. I wan...I have to see your face when I tell you. It's imperative."

How would she tell him? Would she be one of those cheesy wives that buys a shirt that says 'World's Best Dad' or would she just blurt it out? Her mother could start knitting baby booties.

"Okay, so no is dead, right?"

"What?" Diana shook her head, blonde pieces of hair falling out of her sloppy ponytail. "No, no one is dead."

"So there is no emergency?"

"Not everything is an emergency. I just want you to come home. And me, as your wife, should be able to ask you to do so, and you should just do it. I don't ask you for much, but when I do, I actually want you to listen. I know we're still in the middle of an argument, but let's press pause. I'll wave the white flag if I have to. I'll even apologize to Nora."

For a while, Beck didn't say anything. Diana thought the call got dropped.

"I can't."

"You can't? Or you won't?" Diana tested. "Because it sounds like you won't."

"I'm very busy. I have a job, and I'm not going to just up and fly across the country."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to be around you right now." Beck answered before he even had time to think about what he was saying.

That hurt. That hurt a lot actually. But before Diana burst into hysterics, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat.

"Fine. Next time I want something from you, I'll make sure to schedule it with Jill. And when you do get home from this super important trip, enjoy the couch."

"Diana, I didn't mean to say that."

"Yes you did. I'm done talking. Have a nice time."

Diana hung up the phone with a huff. She pushed herself off of the bathtub and stood uneasily.

She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She looked like a wreck. And what was the fascination with staying in your pajamas all day?

"Diana, are you okay?"

Diana quickly trashed the pregnancy test before her mother walked in.

"I'm fine mom."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Diana tiredly rubbed her palm into her forehead. "Just a bit...stressed."

"I'm making spaghetti and meatballs, your favorite."

The thought of food turned Diana's stomach. "I'm really tired right now. I'm just going to crawl back into bed."

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Patricia pressed.

"Yeah." Diana lied. She nodded. "I just need a few more hours of sleep."

"Fine." Patricia dropped the subject. "I'll see you in a few hours."

"That entire experience was traumatizing. I couldn't close my eyes without seeing myself on that kitchen floor or in that damn hospital room. Those bright fluorescent lights, that awful beeping noise, and that hospital smell. Everything feels so...unnatural in a hospital and it is suffocating. To this day, I hate hospitals. I hate doctors and how politically correct they are. My doctor thought I was sleeping when she told my mother, 'She's fine. Everything was routine,' as if I sprained my wrist or had a root canal. I fired her the next time she came into my room."

"How did you deal with all of that while keeping it a secret?"

"It was actually easy." Diana chuckled humorlessly. "It's not hard to keep secrets from a man who pays you no mind. I pretty much checked out of reality in front of Beck and he didn't have a clue."

"You don't think he deserved to know?"

"Deserved?" Diana scoffed. "We all deserve a lot of things, Doctor. Besides if I would have told him, he probably would have blamed me and added it to the ongoing list of things I fail at. One minute I have his sympathy and then the next time we have an argument, it's thrown into my face that I can't have kids."

"But like I almost said earlier, the cheating didn't hurt me. It really pissed me off, but it didn't hurt." She continued.

"Or maybe it did. I can tell you that nothing hurts worse than swallowing your pride, asking your husband to come home so you can just tell him he's going to be a father, and then hearing him say, 'I don't want to be around you,' Or when a doctor tells you that you've lost a baby, and that you can't have any more. A nurse asked me on a scale of one to ten what my pain was, but I was so out of it, I couldn't even respond. I was going to say infinity. That feels like you've been stabbed in the chest repeatedly by a hot fire poker, or getting pushed onto the concrete by a professional linebacker. I even got a car slammed into me a few weeks ago, and punctured my ribs, but..." Diana's voice trailed off and her eyes glazed over. "Once you've dealt with that, everything else is so...insignificant. Nothing will ever scratch the surface of that, so I won't sit here and try to compare."

"Has anyone else ever heard you say this?"

"Only you. I just pushed all of this deep, deep down inside of my brain and moved on."

"But you did feel something right?"

"I'm not numb to the realities of my life, Doctor. I just don't sit around crying. I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and anger for a long time, and sometimes, it still sneaks up on me. My little sister is having a baby, and I'm happy for her and I kind of want to hate her at the same time, but I like to think that I've moved on. I have moved on."

"Do you resent your husband?"

"Wholeheartedly." Diana said, not skipping a beat.

"But you do love him?"

"Of course I do. It's very complicated. Sometimes, I look at him while he sleeps, and I want to stab him, but I don't, because I'd actually miss the sound of his snoring."

"Do you think he loves you?"

Diana paused. "I would hope so."

"I am in no way, shape, or form one to judge, but you couldn't give me a definitive confirmation to that question. Does that concern you?"

"It terrifies me." Diana confirmed.

"No one goes into a marriage thinking they'd get divorced three years in. My parents have been married for almost forty years, and Beck's for thirty-five, so compared to them, I feel like a failure. But when I found out about Jade, I didn't make him stay. I gave him an out, and he chose to stay. So what can I do? I have no choice but to believe my husband and try to make this work, and I am going to try my hardest to do so. I've spent too much time in this relationship to just give him to some random girl." Diana blatantly refused to call Jade a woman. In her opinion, no woman would do what she did. "He's my husband."

Diana checked her watch. "We've spent enough time on this topic. Pick a new one."

Rachel said nothing as Diana talked. The woman went through a bunch of emotions, without even realizing. Diana did have a really good poker face and she put up a brave front, but Rachel knew better than to believe it.

"Don't drop anything, don't drop anything, don't drop anything." Jade chanted those three words over and over again as she walked from the lobby of Oliver Pictures to the elevator.

As soon as Jade got to the elevator, she realized her problem: her hands were full. She had a tray of coffee (plus a tea for Jill) in one hand, a bag of bagels in the other, and her purse was hanging from the crook of her elbow.

A hand came from behind Jade and pushed the elevator button.

"Thank you. I'm a bit tied up right now."

"You're welcome."

Jade tensed upon hearing the voice. Beck.

Instead of replying, Jade just stepped in the now open elevator. Beck followed behind.

He pushed the button that would take them to the top floor and stepped away from Jade to keep a safe and respectable distance from her. But he did turn to look at her.

"I could carry something for you." He offered.

"No thank you."

"Really, it's no-"

"I'm fine." Jade snapped. "I don't need your help."

"Sorry for offering."

Jade didn't say anything back.

Instead she focused on the numbers above the door, signaling which floor they were on. The numbers slowly changed and before Jade could even blink, it felt as if the entire elevator lurched forward and the lights cut off.

Jade dropped the cups she was holding at the force of the movement. Beck instinctively reached for her and grabbed her arm.

When the lights cut back on, there was a huge puddle of coffee on the floor, and Beck still had his hand on Jade. She shrugged him off.

Beck pushed a random button to see if anything worked. Nothing happened. "That's not good." He pushed more buttons with no success.

"Fucking fantastic." Jade grumbled.

"Just stay calm."

"I am calm."

Beck pushed the 'call' button on the side of the elevator and patiently waited for something to happen.

Nothing happened. "Are you freaking kidding me?"

"We're stuck in here?"

"We are." Beck confirmed.

"Perfect." Jade slid down the wall until her butt was planted firmly on the ground. Beck followed her lead but sat on the opposite side of the elevator.

Beck dug into to his pocket for his cell phone and pulled it out. He dialed a number. "Hey Jill."

"What's up, Beck?"

"Jade and I are stuck in an elevator right now." Beck said.

"You and Jade?"

"Yes."

"Oh wow."

"Can you just call maintenance and have them get us out of here?"

"Of course. Jade is in there with you?"

"Jill, we've already established that she is."

Jill paused for a moment before speaking again. "Am I on speaker?"

"No."

"Can you put me on speaker please?"

Beck took the phone away from his ear and pushed the button that would put the phone on speaker. "Okay."

"Jade?"

Jade perked up a bit at Jill's voice. "Hey!"

"I'll call maintenance as soon as I'm done with this conversation. Just stay calm, and do not freak out."

"We will."

"And don't do anything you wouldn't want to tell a priest about." The pointed accusation in Jill's tone made Beck hang his head and pinch the bridge of his nose. He let out a deep sigh.

"Don't worry about that, Jill." Jade said.

"Okay then. I will call you as soon as I track down maintenance." They hear Jill hang up on the other end and Beck puts his phone back in his pocket.

They didn't speak to each other for a few minutes. The tension was extremely thick and it was making Beck antsy.

Then he thought back to the flowers Jade had sent to his house. He never got a chance to talk to her about them. This was the perfect time considering Jade couldn't run away from him.

"My wife got the flowers you sent her."

"Ooh, your wife." Jade smiled like a Cheshire Cat. "Did she like them? I bet she loved them. Those roses were really expensive."

"You crossed the line, Jade. Don't do it again."

"Or what?"

"Keep it up, and I'll actually have grounds for firing you."

Jade scoffed. "Are you done? Anything else you want to say?"

"I'm trying here, I really am. And you are making it so hard."

"I'm sorry, I must have missed the part where I, the woman you were supposed to leave your wife for, am obligated to make your life easier while you try and fail miserably to put together the shambles of your marriage. That wasn't in the contract, Beck."

"And please don't ever talk about your wife to me, ever again."

"Why don't you leave? Why are you still here?"

"I thought you respected me. I thought I meant something to you, and I stupidly thought you were in love with me. I ruined my relationship with Tori over you because I thought you were different. Tori and I have been best friends for years, and we haven't spoken in what feels like forever. My dad and I don't have a relationship anymore. It was shaky to begin with, but now it's gone."

"But I thought it was okay because I had you, or at least I thought I did. I mean, I spent an entire night on my bedroom floor crying because of you. And now that I think about it, I probably should've slept with you in New York, because even without the sex, you still managed to make me feel like a cheap hooker."

"You already destroyed me enough, so no I'm not going to quit. I'm not going to let you take this away from me too. I can't just let you snatch all of my dignity away from me. You don't get to have your cake and eat it too. And besides, you aren't in love with Diana. You're in love with me. Your marriage will crash and burn, and I want to have a front row seat for that."

"I'm sorry." Was all Beck could say.

Jade didn't say anything back. He could keep his apology.

"I just don't get it. Why would you throw away a potential lifetime off happiness? I thought you were smarter than that." Jade shrugged. "I guess fancy degrees don't get you common sense."

"Things are more complicated than what I originally thought. I can't just-"

"You already gave me your shitty excuses when you dumped me, I don't need to hear them again."

Jade could feel herself getting worked up, so she took a deep breath. "God, I loved you. I love you, I'm in love with you. And this is all your doing. You kissed me on your birthday, you initiated what happened in New York, you told me Diana meant nothing to you, you took off your ring in front of me, you actually filed divorce papers, and then you take it all back. Was it just some cruel joke?"

"It was not."

"Really? Because it sure doesn't seem like it."

"I love you too." Beck said. "I don't know if it's worth anything, but I do love you. So much and I can't remember a time where I didn't. It's just that...we couldn't..." Beck ran a hand through his hair, "Why couldn't you come three years earlier?"

"Why couldn't you wait three years for me?" Jade countered. "You're the unavailable one, not me."

That hit Beck square in the gut. And for once, he couldn't say anything back.

His cell phone rang before he could think more about what to say. It was Jill so he quickly rushed to answer. "Talk to me Jill."

"Okay, the maintenance men should be there soon, but who knows how long it's going to take to actually get you out of the elevator. Because of that, I pushed all of your meetings back until tomorrow."

"Thanks Jill. You are a lifesaver."

"Just remember that sentiment when you're giving me my Christmas bonus."

"Noted."

Jill hung up and Beck put his phone away. "We'll be out of here soon."

"Thank God." Jade wanted the day to be over actually. Being stuck in an elevator with Beck wasn't how she planned to spend her day. She could feel the walls closing in on her.

"Hello?"

Beck looked up but didn't see where the voice had come from. "Hello?"

"It's Gus from maintenance!" The voice said back. "We should have you out of there soon enough."

"Thank you."

For the next thirty minutes Beck and Jade said nothing more to each other. What else was there to say? Jade practically handed herself to Beck on a silver platter and she got rejected. Case closed.

The doors opened up, and from what Jade could see, they were stuck in between two floors.

Gus extended his hand for Jade to grab. "Alright, miss, give me your hand and I'll help you up."

Jade reached for her purse and wrapped her fingers around the handle. She slid it through the door opening and it stopped near Gus' foot. She grabbed his hand and hoisted herself out of the elevator.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jade dusted her pants off as she stood. She didn't even notice Beck exiting the elevator as well.

"I'm gonna have to change suits. It's all dusty." Beck looked up at Gus and smiled politely. "Thank you."

"No problem. Hopefully the elevator will be working by the end of the day. And just to be on the safe side, I'd take the stairs."

"Definitely."

Jade picked her purse up and started walking away from the row of elevators and towards the stairs around the corner. She entered the stair well and groaned. Walking up five flights of stairs didn't sound fun.

She heard Beck behind her and she slowed down a little bit so he could catch up.

"I feel like just turning around and going back home." Beck grumbled.

Jade stopped walking and touched Beck's arm to get his attention . He turned around to face Jade when she kissed him.

She was nervous. Did this count as sexual harassment? Would he laugh at her and call her desperate?

She felt Beck kiss her back, so she stopped the internal monologue, and grabbed the back of his head with one hand and dug her finger nails into his arm with the other.

If she was going to do this, she was going to make it good.

Beck opened his mouth to say something, probably in shock, when Jade took his bottom lip in between her teeth.

They stumbled backwards until Jade's back slammed against the cold wall.

The ring of Beck's cell phone pulled him out of the trance he was in, and he pushed himself off of Jade.

He checked the caller ID on his home screen once he got the phone out of his pocket. He chose to ignore the call and put his phone back where it belonged.

He focused his attention onto the woman in front of him. Jade was running her fingers through her hair.

"The last time we kissed, for real, you told me Diana was in the hospital abc you tasted like scotch." Jade started, scrunching up her nose. She'd never know why Beck liked that drink so much. "I felt sick to my stomach, but you told me I had nothing to worry about, so I didn't. I just assumed I had the rest of my life to kiss you and be with you. I didn't think that kiss would be our last kiss, so I had to do it one more time. And I had to make sure I didn't make up the fact that we had...have something. So yell at me all you want but, I'm not going to apologize to you."

"I won't yell at you." Beck gripped his briefcase a bit harder and started back walking up her stairs. After making up about five steps, he turned back around to face Jade. "And for the record, you tasted like coffee."

When Beck made it home later that day, he saw Diana sitting in their family room. Her hair was up in a neat bun and she had a pen in her mouth. She looked like she focusing on something.

"What are you doing?" Beck asked.

Diana looked up from the paper in her lap and smiled. "Darling, I have good news. Well two pieces of good news actually."

"Okay."

"My mother is going home tomorrow."

"Really?" It felt like Patricia had been living with them forever. Beck was pretty happy, knowing she'd be gone soon.

"Yes. I love my mother with all of my heart, but there is a reason I left home as soon as I turned eighteen. She can be a bit overwhelming at times."

"What's the next piece of good news?"

"I get this cast off in two days!" Diana did a happy dance in her seat. She looked at her right leg. "You have no idea how annoying this thing is. Can you imagine how horrible pale my leg is right now?"

Beck chuckled at the thought. "Congrats."

"I'll still have to walk with a cane for a little while, and have physical therapy, but for now, it's schedule for every other week because the break wasn't too severe."

"It's good to see you so excited about something."

"I haven't had too much to be excited about." Diana shrugged. "But before you came home, I was working on a list. Give me a little, between A and Z."

"For what?"

"Because I said so. Now give me a letter."

"Okay. T."

Diana grabbed the paper she had been holding and skimmed it. "T. Okay! Turks and Caicos.

"What about it?"

"That's the next place you and I are going. I compiled a list of cities and/or countries we have never been to, so we can travel to them. When we were in therapy, I realized that some of our best memories happened on vacation. So once I'm done with physical therapy, we can go to Turks and Caicos."

"Why wait? Let's go sooner."

"How much sooner?"

"How does Saturday sound?"

Diana's eyes widened. "Saturday is in four days, Beck."

"I know. We can take the company jet and go."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm as serious as I'll ever be. We'll go for a week."

Diana's face lit up excitedly. Beck hadn't seen her smile like that in ages. He couldn't help but smile back.

Diana stood. She flung her arms around Beck and squeezed him.

"I have to go pack then."

"You have a few days."

"I have five days worth of outfits to plan out." Diana stood and left the living room.

Beck didn't know why he hadn't thought of it. A vacation would be good for them. It'd be just him and Diana. They could use the time alone.

Plus, it would be beneficial if he got Diana the hell out of Los Angeles.

Okay, I'm gonna be honest. The next chapter is possibly going to be my favorite, as the writer. Diana and Jade face off. It's gonna be fun. Any suggestions on the dialogue?