"Ok, so where are we on our way to now?" Trina asked, adjusting her sunglasses that protected her eyes from the glare of the sun.

It was their last day in Portland, Maine, and in Maine in general and Spencer had promised to make it a day she'd never forget.

"I thought a tour of the Portland headlight would be great. Can't really visit Maine without experiencing it."

"Another lighthouse?"

"Yes and we get to explore this one," Spencer grinned, knowing that Trina was going to be excited about the historical experience. She was such a student at heart and he loved the light in her eyes when she learned something new.

"That sounds awesome! What else are we going to do?"

Spencer just laughed. "We're going to The African-American History Museum. I hear that they have some great works of art that you may like. Can't take my artistic girl here without seeing some art, yeah?"

Trina squealed with excitement. "I love you! This trip is perfect, absolutely perfect! I had never dreamed of seeing all that I have already…"

"And there's a lot more to come," Spencer took her hand and kissed it. He had to work to keep his eyes on the road because all he'd been wanting to do since this trip began was look at Trina. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have the love of the most beautiful girl in the world. What astounded him even more was that she didn't know how beautiful she was, which made her even more lovely.

"Spencer, keep your eyes on the road," Trina giggled as he looked at her a little too long.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry," Spencer blushed. "It's just...you're so pretty."

Trina blushed. "You make me feel it...each and every day."

"Good. I want you to feel it because you are. You're beautiful, inside and out, Trina."

"And what else are we going to do?"

"How do you feel about a horse-drawn carriage ride through the city?"

Trina gasped. "I love it! I'm so excited!"

Spencer smiled. He was excited too. This trip was more than he had ever dreamed or planned for and what made it even more awesome was that he was doing this with the woman he loved and the problems that haunted them back in Port Charles were far far away.

…..

The Porthead headlight and its museum were gorgeous and interesting. Trina couldn't stop taking pictures of the lighthouse and the gorgeous scenery. It was like something out of a romance novel if she was to be honest and she planned to work on some sketches when she got back to the hotel.

The African American History Museum was also another memorable experience and Trina took down the number of the art curators, hoping to get them in contact with Ava. Maybe they could have some pieces shown at the Chuck, or Ava's gallery. Ava's gallery was probably a better bet because Ava was always looking for something creative and new to showcase and a collection from the museum would probably bring a lot of attention and prestige to Ava's gallery. Trina hadn't worked there in a minute, but with the internship at the Chuck ending soon, she had been thinking about returning. The gallery meant a lot to her in so many ways. It was her first experience in the art world and it was the place where she and Spencer had first met, and the scene of their first kiss. There were so many nice memories there.

Art wasn't the only reason she liked the museum. She also liked learning more about the history of her people and the accomplishments that were made but were never taught in school. It was a real educational experience and had fed both her artistic and academic side.

Next was the horse-drawn carriage, which was so romantic. Trina was completely swept off her feet as she got into the carriage and Spencer wrapped an arm around her as the carriage took them throughout the city, showing Portland off at a leisurely pace. Trina rested her head against Spencer's shoulder and fought a yawn.

"Look like someone's tired," Spencer kissed the top of her head.

"Tired, but satisfied. This was such a beautiful day. Thank you."

"Trina...you don't have to keep thanking me. I should be thanking you for being with me."

Trina looked up into his eyes and sighed. "I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you. I know that things haven't been easy since we met, but I don't regret a thing."

"Not even the trouble Esme brought you because of me?"

"Not even that. Of course, I didn't like being accused of betraying my friends and almost being sent to prison for something I didn't do….but I wouldn't take back knowing you, Spencer. Not at all."

"I promise to protect you from her. I know that the real her is somewhere inside this amnesiac version of her and it's only a matter of time before she comes back if she's not back already, but I assure you...she's not coming near you again."

"I'm not worried about her. Not anymore. I know where I stand with you and that's what is important. Both you and Ace are out of her clutches now and that's the way it's going to remain."

…..

Esme sat in the small apartment that she now occupied in Kelly's. She sat in the dark, stewing over the past few weeks. She couldn't believe that not only had she been arrested, but her baby had been taken from her and she didn't know how to get him back. What was worse was that Spencer had taken off with Trina and refused to come back...and from the familiar sounds he was making over the phone, she knew exactly what he and that bitch Trina was getting up to! A toxic blend of anger and jealousy rolled through Esme.

How dare that whore touch him like that?! How dare he let her?! And right in her face! Who did they think they were?! Spencer had been hers and it felt like he still was! As long as Ace still connected them somehow, Spencer was hers to manipulate and control and she was not going to let Trina Robinson get in the way! Especially now that her father was gone!

A knock on the door ripped Esme out of her thoughts. Rolling her eyes, she got up and opened the door to probably the only friend she had remaining in Port Charles.

"Doctor Robinson? What are you doing here?" Esme frowned. She knew that Portia didn't help her out of jail out of the kindness of her heart. She wanted Spencer out of Trina's life, just as much as Esme wanted Spencer away from Trina. They had a common goal and that's what made the alliance happen.

"I need you to take a trip," Portia said, walking into the room past a sputtering Esme.

"I can't go anywhere, remember? I have court…"

"Not for a few months you don't. I need you to go follow my daughter and Spencer. Do what you can to...end this ill-advised trip. I need Trina home, where I can keep an eye on her...and I suspect that you need Spencer back here to help you with that baby. Get them back to Port Charles and then...maybe we can work on breaking them up for good."

Esme couldn't help but smile, liking the idea. Finally, she can do something proactive about her situation and not just sit here and imagine what those two are up to.

"They're traveling from state to state. I have no idea where I can catch up to them," Esme stated the one roadblock that she saw before her.

"Don't worry. I think Trina had said that New Hampshire is their next stop. I'll do some investigating and get you the required information. I'll be in touch," Portia headed back towards the door.

"Doctor Robinson...thank you. I know that you don't like me…"

"Just don't let Trina know that I'm helping you. That's all I ask," Portia stated before walking out the door, her deal with the devil made.