Later that night in bed Robert tossed and turned. He kept tormenting himself with this newfound information. He loved her, and Beau loved her, and why should he get to marry her when he was in love with someone else, and she was here, to be his faithful and devoted companion?

                               He sat up in bed, watching Donna sleep. Looking down at his hand he gave the ring a light tug again, watching it slip off. He turned and looked out the window, at Jean's darkened house. Robert got out of bed, grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, before walking out of the room and heading downstairs.

                            His shoes crunched the hardened Earth beneath him as he walked through the dark, arms around himself. Why was he doing this again?

                            "Jean! Jean!" He called as loudly as he could without waking Donna. He watched as the light turned on behind the door, and the redhead appeared in a robe, barefoot.

                           "Robert, what are you doing? " She questioned, stepping off the porch.

                           "I need to talk to you." He said, shifting uncomfortably.

                           "About what?" She asked, quickly peering up at Robert's bedroom window.

                           "There's someone else," He said, half-expecting her to know what he meant.

                          "You told me that. And Robert, I already told you as long as you love her, that's it."

                          "No I meant, there's someone else for her," He elaborated.

                          "Oh Robert," said Jean with a sigh.

                           "No, listen to me. She's got this friend, the Reverend at Church. His son is her lifelong friend and he's got everything. He likes her, he lives where she wants to live, he shares her values and-" He rambled before Jean cut him off.

                          "And what? You feel guilty because you feel like you're keeping her from the life she could've had?" She asked warily. She loved him but she never understood this near-constant nervous state he was in.

                          "Exactly. I don't think I can do this. I can't marry her, when I know full well that I like someone else, and she's giving up everything she has in the meantime. It's not fair to her."

                         "Robert, Donna proposed to you, already knowing this other man, already knowing this other man has all these things, and she still chose to be with you. If she wanted him she would've thought long and hard about promising herself to you."

                        "No she wouldn't've because she's not like that. She cares about the kids and she didn't want them to grow up in foster care and she'd do anything to keep that from happening. Even if it means marrying me."

                        Jean sighed and rubbed her eyes hard. "I don't know what you want me to say, Robert. She proposed to you. Did she even say  she liked this other guy?"

                        "No, but he likes her." He stressed.

                        "You're seriously overthinking this. For all you know maybe she doesn't even care about him the way she cares about you. Sometimes friends are just friends."

                       "So I guess this is the part where you tell me to go back to her, huh?" Robert asked.

                      "Yes it is. Now go back to her, and be her husband. Don't keep doing this because," She said, her voice beginning to break. "I don't know how many times I can keep saying it."

                     "What?" Robert asked, unsure of himself. He'd never told Jean she was the other woman he liked, but maybe she knew that already. Jean leaned over and kissed his cheek.

                    "Don't, please don't come over here anymore." She whispered and Robert nodded, his heart breaking inside.

                  Robert went back up the stairs and back into his room, and was surprised when the lamp turned on. "Who's she?" Asked Donna's own broken voice.