AN: Okay, so I had this idea yesterday and it just all came flowing out. It was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but unfortunately if I made this a one-shot it would kill me…and be about 50,000 words or so. So…you're getting a short chapter fic while I work on ATMMW. Yay. I know I promised, but I'm sure you guys won't mind since this will be a lot more light-hearted and will be canon. It's basically their first semester of their senior year. So…I hope you enjoy!

This is dedicated to Jo because I promised I would dedicate a fic to her. :-P You got a full-blown chapter fic, girl! Not just a super-long one-shot. I hope you're happy!

Disclaimer: I do not own LWD or any of its characters. If I did…Ralph would get more screen time and Trevor and Kendra would be back and split the amount of lines that are given to Sally because frankly, she's just getting way too many. I also don't own the song "I Wanna Have Your Babies" by Natasha Bedingfield or any of the songs used as chapter titles in this story.

-Baby Love-

"Okay, all of you noticed this lesson plan as it was indicated on your syllabi that I handed out at the beginning of the year. We will be spending the next four weeks covering different challenges that each of you may find yourselves facing upon entering adulthood," Ms. Ramirez addressed the class as she made her way back to her desk from the closet, her arms loaded down with the heavy load in the cardboard box that she was carrying.

Casey jotted down some notes before looking back up to the front of the room where the young teacher was scrawling something across the board.

"This is something that we did at my school and I really enjoyed it and learned a lot from it so I hope all of you also learn from this experience and take what you learn with you as you progress throughout the year and after you graduate at the end of this year."

Sam shook his head when he noticed that Derek's head had fallen to his desk again and that he was mumbling something. His friend was asleep, again. Grabbing his friend by the back of the collar of his polo shirt, he pulled his head up from his desk, causing Derek to wake with a start.

"Whaaa?"

"Derek?" Ms. Ramirez asked, surprised. "Would you like to go first?"

"Uh…"

"Alright then," she continued before he was able to say anything more. She was pleased that one of the students who had seemed so indifferent seemed to be showing some initiative. "You are paired with Melissa Duchovny. If the two of you could come up here and collect your assignment."

Derek frowned, but shook his head before sighing and finally got out of his seat to make his way up to the front of the room. The blonde was already at Ms. Ramirez's desk by the time he made it there and had taken the folder from the woman, already beginning to flip through it.

"Derek, I have set the carriers over by the closet, if you could go pick one out from beneath the tarp?"

"Carrier?" He did as he was told and walked over to the blue tarp that was covering a group of baby carriers and pulled one out that was a hunter green before walking back over to the desk. He really didn't know what was going on. He probably should have read that paper thing that she had handed out the first day, but it served a much better purpose as a paper wad thrown at Casey's head.

"Oh my gosh!" Kendra exclaimed from her seat behind Casey. "We get to have those little babies? I always wanted to do that. That is so awesome, I should thank Jason for the mono. 'Cause you know I totally wouldn't have had to repeat grade twelve if I didn't get sick."

"Um…Kendra?" Emily turned around in her seat to face the girl who was seated across from her.

''Yeah?"

"Never mind."

"Casey?" Ms. Ramirez called, pulling the girl out of her note-taking zone. "Sam will be your partner."

Casey quickly set aside her notebook and made her way to Ms. Ramirez's desk to pick her baby out of the group of twelve that were in the box. Sam met her with a blue baby carrier from the collection and she set the doll inside before taking the folder full of charts and handing the carrier off to Sam.

When Sam passed Derek on his way back to his seat, his friend made a face at him. "Good luck with that, man. Whatever…it is we're supposed to be doing."

Sam rolled his eyes. "We're taking care of the babies, keeping charts on them, and learning about things like paying bills and balancing a check book."

"Right…well, good luck with that. I'm sure Casey's already got everything charted out, on index cards and post-its."

"Ralph?" Sam and Derek looked up from their conversation when they heard their friend's name being called. "Ralph?" Ms. Ramirez tried again, this time a little louder than before.

Sam turned around and found his friend writing in a notebook, but he wasn't taking notes. "Dude, are those hearts?"

"No…" Ralph said defensively, closing his notebook and sliding it under his desk. "They're…breasts?"

Sam raised his eyebrows questioningly, but said nothing, instead, turning his attention back to Ms. Ramirez.

"Ralph?"

"Uh…yeah, Ms. R?"

"Emily is going to be your partner. Can the two of you please come up and collect your baby and notes?"

"Baby?" Ralph asked softly.

"Dude, you really weren't paying attention, were you?" Sam laughed before indicating the baby carrier that he had set between his and Kendra's desks. "It's all a part of our project."

The other boy nodded slowly and joined Emily at Ms. Ramirez's desk. The girl had already collected the carrier and placed the baby in it, so it was up to Ralph to get the folder full of notes and charts and take it back to his desk. He opened the folder, curious as to what exactly the project was, and frowned as he began to read. Due to paying more attention to the words in the folder and none to where he was going, he tripped over the carrier that held Sam and Casey's baby, which sent him sprawled across the floor and set the baby off, crying.

"Ralph!" Casey exclaimed and shot Sam a look, prompting him to pick up the baby and fumble for the key to get it to be quiet.

"Okay…well, we have our first crier a little sooner than I had expected and also an example of what not to do. Thank you, Ralph."

Ralph blushed and scrambled to his seat, allowing Ms. Ramirez to take the time to assign more students partners. "What is this exactly?" he whispered to Sam once his friend had silenced his baby. He pulled one of the first pieces of papers that he had found in the folder out and showed it to the other boy. It looked a lot like the certificates one would get for perfect attendance or something of that sort in kindergarten or grade one.

Sam glanced over it before pulling out his own, this one with his and Casey's names on it instead of Ralph and Emily's. "It's our wedding licenses. Or…certificates. Why? It's just letting us know-"

"I can't get married!" Ralph hissed. "Amanda will kill me."

"It's fake, Ralph, completely fake. And it's a class project…I don't think she'll kill you."

Ralph shook his head. "No, you don't know her. When she gets mad…her face gets all red…and then purple…and it scrunches up…and it's scary!"

"You forget that I live in a house full of estrogen, dude. I know scary. Just explain it to her."

"Trevor…you're partners with Kendra," the boy who was sitting in the corner, behind Ralph got up and went to the front, cautious so he wouldn't experience the same fall as Ralph. The boys in front of him continued to speak, and Derek, who had put his head back down shortly after Sam had been paired with Casey, was asleep again.

"How am I supposed to explain it? She's going to think that Em's a home-wrecker…"

"Ralph," Sam sighed. "You're not married, but…if explaining the situation doesn't work you could always buy her a present. That's what most people do on TV and in movies." He shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt, would it?"

A smile suddenly came across Ralph's face and he rubbed his hands together. "Yeah! That's a great idea…I'll get her a gift…and give it to her…before I explain! No, after! Yeah!"

"Glad I could help," Sam said and started to turn around, but Ralph wasn't finished.

"Do you think she'd like an ashtray?"

"An…ashtray? Does she smoke?" he asked, puzzled.

"No…but it looks like a turtle."

"Of course, well, it sounds great," he said and turned around once more. He was beginning to realize why Derek slept through class.

Class was dismissed shortly after and everyone made their way out of the room, their arms loaded down with either their folders and books or the baby carriers with babies inside.

"Hey, Emily?" Ralph asked, walking up to the girl who was having trouble balancing her books and the purple baby carrier at the same time.

"Yeah, Ralph? Oh…I was thinking we could meet at Casey's today to go over this. She said that Sam was going to be coming over and they would just work on it then…and Kendra might come over with her baby, so we can all work on it together. Does that work?"

"Uh…sure. I was just going to ask…how many shoe horns do you have?"

"Um…shoe horns?" she asked, unsure of whether or not she had heard him correctly. When he nodded, she frowned. "I don't have any. Why?"

"Is two shoe horns too many for a girl to have? Because I got Amanda a shoe horn for our anniversary…and I was thinking about getting her another shoe horn if her other gift falls through."

"Well, since I don't have a shoe horn I might not be the right person to asked, Ralph," Emily tried, but then changed her wording. "I'm sure she'd love a new shoe horn. That sounds great. What was your other gift idea?"

"A turtle ashtray," he said simply, but when he spotted Amanda waiting at his locker his face changed. "Oh no! She can't see us together…" His eyes darted between Emily and Amanda and back to Emily again before he shoved the folder for their project at her and took off down the hallway toward Amanda.

"What was that?" Casey asked her friend when she stopped at her locker. Sam was also there, looking over the folder and reading off things to Casey and Kendra was there with her own baby carrier.

"I'm not sure," Emily shrugged.

"Emily's the other woman," Sam explained to the girls. "He's afraid that Amanda will think she's a home-wrecker."

"Uh-huh…" Kendra said, trying to keep up. "Why does he think that?"

"The project, he thinks it makes him and Em married and that Amanda will get jealous or something."

"Well…that explains the shoehorn," Emily muttered.

"The what?" Kendra asked. "What is that?"

"Well, I guess it's better than an ashtray," Sam commented.