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Restaurant, 6pm
Riley: *smiles* Hey Tim. *wraps arms around Speed*
Speed: Glad you could make it.
Riley: *lets go* How's Katie?
Speed: Same as always.
Riley: I heard you two are having another go.
Speed: Yeah.
Riley: *sits* It's good to see you.
Speed: *sits* You too.
Riley: I'm thinking of moving to Miami.
Speed: Oh?
Riley: ...I want to be closer to the family I do have for more than a week here and there.
Speed: We'd definitely love to see you more often.
Riley: *smirks*
Speed: *sips water*
Gables Estates, house, kitchen, 8pm
Lori: *chopping vegetables*
Scott: *wraps arms around Lori's waist*
Lori: *smirks* Supervising dinner?
Scott: *kisses Lori's shoulder*
Lori: It isn't going to get finished if you keep it up.
Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *closes eyes*
Scott: *takes knife, places it onto counter*
Lori: *turns around, wraps arms around Scott*
Steph: *runs over* MOMMA!
Lori: *sigh*
Steph: Momma! MOMMA!
Lori: *looks at Steph* What, baby.
Steph: Come tuck me in.
Lori: Did you have dinner?
Scott: I made her some while you were at work.
Steph: *grabs Lori's leg* Let's go, Momma.
Lori: Go on upstairs. I'll be there in a minute.
Steph: *runs away*
Lori: *lies head on Scott's chest*
Scott: Something wrong?
Lori: *smiles* No.
Biscayne Park, house, 8:30pm
Tom: *flipping through papers*
Anni: *staring at paper* What about on your list? Anyone good?
Tom: I'm not sure we should judge these women by my standards.
Anni: *smirks* I happen to think you're a good judge of character.
Tom: Don't you feel a little weird about having your child bake in someone else's oven? I mean, you can do all the background checks and meetings you want but you can never truly know that person.
Anni: *smiling* My how protective we are of this nonexistent child.
Tom: I'm serious.
Anni: We don't have to do this if you don't want to.
Tom: I want this more than you can imagine but...
Anni: It's not the same if it's not you and I.
Tom: *looks at Anni*
Anni: *nods* ...I'm sorry.
Tom: No. Don't. It's not your fault.
Anni: Yes it is. It's my fault you married an old bag.
Tom: *stares at Anni*
Anni: *tosses papers onto table*
Tom: I married a beautiful woman full of life, freedom and love. And it's infectious to the people around you. It doesn't matter whether you're 20 or 120.
Anni: *lifts eyes*
Tom: Nobody said at this stage that you
couldn't carry a child. But it's inadvisable.
Anni: You want it to be
me.
Tom: Yes but I also don't want you to die over it.
Anni: So what do we do?
Tom: *wraps arm around Anni* We'll figure it out.
TBC.................................