Cordelia tossed yet another empty whiskey bottle in the trash bag she was

holding and grimaced. "You know, you could make a fortune off all these

bottles! God! When was the last time you cleaned this apartment?"

Doyle walked out of his bedroom, his hair wet and a towel slung over his

shoulder, and shrugged. "Who knows...probably not since I moved in..."

Cordelia wrinkled her nose and dropped the bag on the ground. "That's

disgusting! Thank God you at least take showers...I so wouldn't touch you if

you didn't."

Doyle grabbed her by the waist and swung her around to face him. "Sure ya

would...I'm irresistible!"

Cordelia giggled. "Stop it! You're getting me all wet!"

Doyle smirked. "That's the whole point, ain't it?"

Cordelia smacked him on the arm and pushed away from him. "Oh shut up and

help me finish!"

Doyle sat in an arm chair and watched as she stuffed to bag in the

garbage. "Why the hurry?"

"I'm hungry, that's why!" Cordelia sighed and glanced around the

apartment. "That's good enough..." She walked over and sat in his lap tiredly.

"Again? You're always hungry nowadays! You feedin' a cold or somethin'?"

Cordelia grinned. "Not a cold...just a quarter Brachen baby..."

Doyle nodded. "A quarter Brachen baby..." His eyes went wide and he

glanced down at her stomach then back up at her. "A quarter Brachen baby?

You're...you're pregnant?"

Cordelia nodded and smiled.

Doyle placed his hand on her stomach slowly, in a bit of shock. "I'm

gonna be a daddy?"

Cordelia rest her hand over his and grinned. "The best..."

The End