Roman ends up reaching out to Grace and Isla through Kendall. Isla is still friends with Sophie, so Roman asks Rava to contact Grace and let her know about the wedding. Once Grace has had time to process this news, Roman drops her a message asking if he can see Isla.

After some persuading, Grace agrees to let Isla come over to Roman's apartment after school. Isla arrives on his doorstep looking almost unrecognisable. The cute girl Roman remembers is a teenager now, with her ears pierced and a touch of make up on her face.

"Hey, honey!" Roman hugs her awkwardly. "You remember Gerri?"

"No." Isla shakes her head.

"Well, she's my… special friend."

"I know she's your girlfriend." Isla rolls her eyes. "You're getting married."

"Right! Well, come sit down. You want to watch a movie?"

"Okay." Isla sits down, swinging her legs.

"You still like Disney, right? Or… I can probably find The Biggest Turkey…"

"No." Isla shakes her head. "I like romantic comedies now."

"Okay, well I'm sure I can find you one of those." Roman flicks through the options until he finds the new Anne Hathaway film. He settles down to watch it with Isla, and is soon making her giggle with his commentary. She even rests her head against his shoulder.

Gerri isn't entirely comfortable having the child in their apartment. She's never been that good with kids, not even her own. Roman, though, is clearly a natural.

The tension increases when Grace arrives to pick Isla up. She sends Isla to wait in the car, then turns to Roman and Gerri. "So!" she says, looking between them. "You two, huh?"

"Yup." Roman puts an arm around Gerri.

"So were you like, involved when we were together?"

"Of course not," Gerri assures her.

"And is he fucking you? Because when we were together it was once every six months, and he could only do it if there was someone on the end of the phone listening."

"We do alright," says Gerri.

"So, uh, will you and Isla come to the wedding?" Roman says hurriedly.

"No." Grace shakes her head. "I don't want Isla involved in this freak show."

"Hey, that's—" Roman begins.

"You've done the math, right? You know that when you're her age she's gonna be like, 90?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," says Gerri. "So sorry you can't make the wedding."

Grace glares at both of them, then says, "You know he used to get jerked off by his personal trainer?"

"I do know that," says Gerri. "Was there anything else?"

"Good luck marrying him." Grace turns and stomps out of the door, slamming it behind her.

When she's sure Grace has really gone, Gerri shrugs off Roman's arm and walks over to the couch. "I really wish you hadn't brought her here."

"Hey, don't listen to her." Roman follows Gerri as she sits down. "She's just jealous."

"She's not wrong though, is she? She's just saying what everyone else is thinking."

"Since when do you care what people think?" Roman sits on the floor and reaches for her hand.

"You're a young man. You obviously want to be a father."

"Well, I've been thinking about that, and I think I'm actually better as the cool fun uncle? Imagine how messed up Isla would be if I was actually her dad."

"You'd be great." Gerri can feel herself softening in spite of herself.

Roman kisses her hand. "You're all I want, for as long as possible. I could die in a tragic jerk-off accident tomorrow for all we know. I could have died at gunpoint in Turkey. All I care about is right here, right now, with you."

Gerri smiles though her tears. "I love you, you know."

"I love you right back. Shall we watch the end of this schmaltzy movie?"