"Happy New Year, River," I whispered in River's ear when I woke up the next morning around 9:30 AM. He yawned, then kissed me.

This was a big day for our relationship.

"Want some breakfast?" I asked, although I wasn't even remotely hungry after the events that took place last night. He shook his head.

"No... Can we do something else?" He asked. I nodded.

"Like what?" He looked thoughtful for a moment, like he was debating what he wanted to do.

"I brought my guitar when I came over last night," he started. My eyes widened.

"Really?" I don't know how I didn't notice it, but this was finally going to be my chance to hear him play. He gets up to get it, then goes to stand by my piano in the other room. Slowly, quietly, he starts strumming the strings, playing where the piano would be. I watch, mesmerized by his hands moving across the strings so quickly.

I recognize the song immediately, before he even starts singing. It's Imagine by John Lennon, the first song I ever learned on the piano. He sings along, his voice starting off soft, then getting louder to keep the tune. I turn around to play with him.

My fingers dance across the keys, and he stops singing for a moment. He stops playing, watching me. I just keep playing, and soon he does too.

"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one." We sang it together.

"I hope some day you'll join us.... And the world will live as one," the voices of both of us as one rang out. This song has always been a special one to me, and it becomes so much more as we finish the song. Tears stream down my face.

"You play beautifully, Lucy," he told me. My heart swelled. Playing piano was a passion of mine, one I don't usually share with anyone. Hearing such a compliment from someone as experienced in music made me feel like the effort I'd put into it was all worth it.

"So, how'd you pick the song?" I asked him after a minute.

"I've always liked it," he admitted. I smiled, realizing how much the two of us truly have in common.

"What other songs do you know?" I asked him. He started playing one, one that I didn't know at all. It's calm and quiet and he hummed along, but there aren't any words. A perfect mixture of chords and notes came out of his guitar in a melodious harmony that I could have drowned in.

"Gosh," I said when he finished.

"That was beautiful... What was it?" I asked. And now for a cheesy moment, but it still made me want to cry.

"It's called Lucy. I wrote it after the first time we met, and I thought it was too pretty to add words. Remember that day while we were hiking and you took the picture of me and I thought you were from a magazine? After we said goodbye, I couldn't get you off of my mind. The smile you gave me, the way you felt so bad when I got mad at you, the outfit you were wearing, how sweet you were... All of it. That's why I wrote this song," he said. I smiled at him.

"You know, I still have that picture," I said. But I didn't think before I said it, because I took that off of my cork board after our first fight and it was probably all crumpled up on the floor or something.

I had never put it back up.

Still, it made him smile, and I did too.

A/N: I really really love this chapter!