Beth and Wyatt were both reserved that evening as they had their dinner. Beth had discovered that Wyatt loved to cook, and she was more than happy to let him. The meal was delicious, but all she could do was push the food around her plate as the scene in Wyatt's office played like a bad movie over and over again in her head.

"Come on," Wyatt said, standing and motioning to her. "Let's talk about it. If you don't, you will build it up to be much worse than it is in your head."

Beth nodded as she stood and followed Wyatt to the couch where they both sat, and Wyatt pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. They sat in silence for a few minutes, both gathering their thoughts.

"You understand that no one is really mad at you, right?" Wyatt asked gently.

"You were right, and I should have told them," Beth sighed. "I have never felt so mean in my life. I felt as if I had taken away their favorite toy and crushed it in front of them."

Beth didn't understand that her statement hit closer to the truth than she realized.

"I think the important thing to remember is that your family loves you no matter what, and this will all pass. Take it from me, someone who does not know what it is like to have a close-knit family, what you have is special and it's not going to disintegrate because of one mistake."

"Mave might not ever forgive me?"

"She will in time. She's your twin, and she feels like you've left her behind."

Beth mulled it over for a few moments before her thoughts changed course.

"Speaking of not having a close family," Beth looked up at Wyatt, "what was all that agreement with how special River Moss is? I thought you barely tolerated the place?" Beth was happy to talk about something other than what had happened earlier that day.

Wyatt gave her a look that told her that he knew what she was up to, but he let her do it anyway.

"I spoke to my mother, and she let me read her diary." Wyatt's finger started to play with a strand of Beth's hair.

"What was in it? Did you find any of the answers you were looking for?" Beth watched his strong profile as he smiled.

"No, but I did read about how much my mother loved River Moss, and how much she wanted me to as well. She talked about the mountains she had to move to make it all happen. She put up a hell of a fight, and she did it all for the idea of me because she knew it would be her children's and grandchildren's one day." Wyatt pulled Beth closer. "Our history is also wrapped up there, our first kiss, our second meeting, the first time we made love. The realization that we might one day have children and raise them there makes me appreciate it more, as it did her. I love knowing that it will go to them one day."

"So what you're saying, is that now that you have finally settled down, you like the idea of hearth and home?" Beth teased, loving the idea that they would one day have children.

"Something like that." Wyatt shifted his body so that he could look down at her. "You know what made me propose as quickly as I did?"

"No, what?" Beth leaned back so she could look up at him, and as usual, as soon as his green eyes locked on her own, she lost her breath and felt her heart kick in her chest.

"I saw the way your mother looked at your father. It was a look that was filled with so much love you could feel it, and I recognized it as the same look that you give me. When I realized that, I knew that I would never have anything so special in my life again and I had to grab it." He kissed her gently. "I also know that the reason you can love me the way you do is that your parents taught you to love. That was a lesson I didn't get, so it took me a while to recognize it."

"I do love you so much, and I didn't want to wait," Beth said softly.

"I know, I didn't either, but I also knew it was something you would regret."

"How were you so sure I would regret it, and I was so sure I wouldn't?"

"Perhaps it's because I know you better than you know yourself, or maybe it's because I'm not as close to the situation as you are, and I can look at it from the outside." Wyatt tweaked her nose.

"But you didn't stop me, and you didn't tell me no?" He had fought her so hard on everything else, why hadn't he on this?

"I told you I realized that I needed to let you make your own decisions, even if I disagreed with them. Part of learning and growing as a person is making mistakes. Look at the big one I made. I wasted over five years denying myself you. What would have happened if I had told myself yes and pursued you all those years ago? Where would we be today?"

"Hopefully, in the same place." Beth snuggled into him.

"Maybe, but even with that mistake and the others, you still loved me and continued to forgive me over and over again. That's what I need to do for you. I need to love you and forgive you through the mistakes." Wyatt's voice was deep and rough. "Do you remember our first meeting?"

Beth nodded and smiled. She remembered every detail.

"We looked at Mary's photograph, and I told you it looked liked she could see all of your secrets, and you responded that it looked like she had discovered the meaning of life-"

"And that she had chosen forgiveness over hatred." Beth felt herself tear up a little.

"That includes forgiving yourself, Beth. You've already proven you can forgive others. You forgave your family on the spot for not noticing your rings. I watched you. You even took some of the blame for being complacent over the years and not fighting for your fair share of the attention, now you need to forgive yourself for deciding not telling them you got married. If you want my opinion, I think it wasn't necessarily the wrong choice because it was a choice you made subconsciously to grab the spotlight for a moment. You had to have realized what a stink it would make when everyone found out." Wyatt had reached down and started playing with her rings as he had spoken.

"I'm so confused, Wyatt. I don't like a lot of attention but maybe I do like a little. I think you're right. I wanted to be noticed on this. I didn't want to be taken for granted anymore." Beth sat up and looked at Wyatt with tears in her eyes. "You see me. For the first time for as long as I can remember, I've been noticed. Not always in a good way," she smiled at him, "but in a loving way, as if I mattered. It was about me, and I liked that. I wanted my family to see that I was important to someone because they haven't made me feel important for who I am in a long time." Beth's eyes grew wide. "I was jealous!"

"How so?" Wyatt asked.

"It's not only that I haven't felt that I was important, but I also feel like I've been left out. They all have something, my dad, Uncle Mason, Alistair, even Mave. They all have a skill or talent or a purpose. The only thing I'm known for is liking history, but now I'm known for being married to you." Beth got excited as she started to piece it together.

"That's a dangerous road, Beth," Wyatt said, sitting up. "I can't be what defines you. I think you haven't found your calling yet, but hopefully, together we can." Beth frowned as she realized what she had said. She was still confused then, she hadn't figured it out.

"It's alright my love, you don't have to figure it all out tonight, but maybe it would help if over the next few days, as you talk to your family, and I know that you will, you ask them what they see that's special in you. It might help you see yourself in a new light. Perhaps it's something they should have been doing from the beginning." Wyatt stood and held out his hand.

"What do you find special about me?" Beth asked with a grin as she took his hand.

Wyatt pulled her close. "I love the way you can lose yourself in a story. You can walk into a room full of history and make sense of it when no one else can. You are like a master detective." He started walking her towards the bedroom. "I love the way you know what you want, and you go for it while saying the most outrageous things, I love the way walk and talk, I love, the way you forgive, and I love the way you make me feel."

Beth let him walk her back towards the bedroom.

"You make my heart full, which is the best thing of all, and now that I've told you, I think I'll show you," he grinned as he spun her around and Beth gave a little squeak,

"I think that's a good idea," Beth nodded and then returned his grin.