I want to meet her

MEGAN: Hi.

NOAH: Hi. Are you ok over there?

MEGAN: Now yes.

NOAH: Is the baby okay?

MEGAN: Now yes. And me taking the opportunity to rest a little while she sleeps like a little angel.

NOAH: You trying to rest and me bothering you.

MEGAN: You don't bother me, Noah Collins.

NOAH: Your name?

MEGAN: Wouldn't it be better not to know?

NOAH: No. I've had problems with this and I don't want to repeat it.

I felt my heart beat faster.

MEGAN: What kind of problem?

NOAH: I prefer not to talk about the past. Buried for me.

Really Noah? Don't tell me that. My heart won't take it if you forget me and fall in love with someone else. Especially if that person is me again.

MEGAN: And your wife?

NOAH: Good.

MEGAN: Don't you mind if you talk to a stranger?

NOAH: Are you a stranger?

As well? Do you know it's me, Noah? No... There's no way to know.

My mother came into the room and brought me a plate of hot food.

- Thanks.

She looked at Mel sleeping in her crib and left.