Disclaimer: I love Pineapples and Psych, but, as of this moment, don't own either of the two.

Hey, first time psych writer over here. I just had this idea, wouldn't stop badgering me…so here goes. Hope you like it! Love, Brownie. Tell your thoughts, plz. I love reviews like a fat-kid loves cake.

Third Eppes, First Spencer

Chapter 1: Prologue

"Shh, Baby, it's okay," cooed Margaret Eppes as she rocked the crying baby in her arms in an effort to soothe him. After he'd drifted off to dreamland, Margaret stroked his wavy tufts of brown hair and wondered if the little boy, her third and youngest son, had somehow sensed that his life, which had only started two days ago, was about to change. Staring at his blissful expression, as he, even in sleep, determinedly sucked on his thumb, made her wonder if she could go through with this, even if it was for her brother and his wife.

It had all started a year ago, when they'd figured out that Charlie, who was now her middle child and 4 years old, was a child prodigy. It had shaken the foundations of her little family and had left her oldest son, Don, who was now nine, feeling like he'd been left in the dust. The past year had done a lot to fix that. Then, two months after the unveiling of Charlie's genius, her brother, Henry Spencer, and his wife, Madeline, had told her that they could not conceive children. The month after that bomb was dropped, Margaret had realized that she was pregnant, again.

To begin with, Margaret was happy…ecstatic, even, but then she'd realized that this could and more than likely would ruin the tedious balance that they'd established in the last three months. And, thus, even though it had gone against every motherly instinct she had, she'd made the decision to give her new child away, hiding her pregnancy from everyone, including her husband. But, now that the day had come, she was having second thoughts; for how could she give away her own flesh and blood, a piece of her heart?

But, before she could change her mind, there was a knock at the door and her brother and his wife, along with the child custody lawyer and she knew that she had to go through with this or it would break her brother's heart. Besides, what was her happiness compared to her brother's, anyway: nothing, it was like comparing a pond to an ocean, one was just more everything.

"Margaret," greeted Henry as he peered at the baby, his eyes shining with love and longing, causing any remaining doubts that Margaret had to fade, and kissed the top of her head. Then taking a seat opposite his sister and the lawyer, who'd seated himself next to her upon arriving, the husband-wife duo joined hands and listened as the young attorney, Mr. Michaels, started explaining the finer points of what they were all agreeing to. Finally when he was done explaining, he turned to Kallie, and stated, "If you'd just sign here Mrs. Eppes." Then, when she'd scrawled her signature on the dotted line, he repeated the process with the hopeful parents-to-be.

Finally, when all the I's were dotter and the T's crossed, he ran his finger down the now-awake infant's foot, delighting in the gurgle it elicited, and, turning to the Spencers, queried, "So, what would you like to name this little tyke?" The couple shared a delighted grin and the husband allowed the wife to respond, "Shawn…Shawn Donald Eppes Spencer."

Greg Michaels filled in that last important slot and looked at Margaret expectantly. Upon receiving the look, Margaret braced herself and, after placing a little kiss to the little head, she deposited the newly christened Shawn in her sister-in-law's arms. A minute later, after they'd thanked her, she watched her brother and his wife walked away with their new son, and felt a piece of her heart die. Staring longingly at the spot where her son had just been, Margaret whispered, "Have a great life, Shawn."

…TBC…

So should I trash it or continue?

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