Blaire, This teardrop represents many things. The tears I know you’ve shed over holding your mother’s piece of satin. The tears you’ve shed over each loss you’ve experienced. But it also represents the tears we’ve both shed as we’ve felt the little life inside you begin to move. The tears I’ve shed over the fact I’ve been given someone like you to love. I never imagined anyone like you Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you I’m humbled that you chose me. This is your something blue. I love you, Rush

Hey, sexy. Why haven’t you called?” The cooing sound came from behind me, and I glanced back over my shoulder to see a familiar-looking brunette. “Because I’m the asshole who never calls,” I replied with a wink.

Blaire, tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do whatever it is you need.

My heart may be black but it was still capable of heart failure.

Hold onto me baby. I'm going to take care of you." The raspy need in his voice only made me more desperate.

I was already headed for Hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.

Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You're in my tent