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Prologue

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
Robert Frost

"And in other news, we here at local 4 will be losing two members of our news family. But don't worry, at least one of them will be back." Jack Dixon had the aged good looks of most seasoned news anchors. He was a staple at local 4, having started more than twenty years ago. His hair lost all hints of pepper, the salt slicked back to highlight a handsomely aged face. The two women beside him were young enough to be his granddaughters, but that had yet to stop his, mostly, harmless flirting. "Why don't you two share why you're taking your lovely presence from us?"

"Well," Jackie Burkhart gave a warm smile to her co-anchor before turning up the smile for the camera. "Donna and I will be going back to Point Place because, as many of you know, Donna will be marrying her high school sweetheart and all around nerd Eric."

Donna Pinciotti just barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her best friend.

"So, how long will you two be gone for?"

"Jackie will be back in a few weeks, but I, will still be around Chicago, just not with the station any more."

"Donna will be starting as the news editor with our reporting partners at The Tribune." Jackie smiled proudly at her friend. "Where she'll be working closer to Eric, who is the co-author of The Basement comic strip series. And we here at local 4 couldn't be prouder of our redhead."

"That's right, Jackie. Good luck to you Donna. We'll miss you. And Jackie, hurry back." He gave the younger women a playful wink before turning to the camera to sign off.

Eric Forman stopped mid-step to frown at the television. "That guy is such a dillhole." The slight giggle from the couch caused him to wince. "Whoops, sorry, buddy."

"Dillhole."

"Language." But Eric's tone was hardly scolding as he smiled at the little boy on the couch. It was his usual spot at this time. The kid adored his mom and loved watching her on the television. "You can't say that anymore, okay."

The boy nodded, but his grin didn't do much to assure Eric he meant it.

"Ready to go, Daddy."

Folding his arms, Eric turned to his son who stood on the couch. The kid was wearing a Chicago Bears skull cap, a pair of swim trunks, snow boots, and a cape. "Uh, I don't think so buddy. I take you to your grandma's looking like that we'll never hear the end of it. How about putting on a shirt?"

"No way, Daddy."

"Okay," Eric gave an exasperated sigh. "Well, I guess I'll wear your Star Wars shirt then." He lifted the shirt to his head, already braced for the impact his son made when he rushed head first into him. "Ugh, that one hurt."

"My shirt."

"Your shirt? But I thought you didn't want to wear a shirt." Eric laughed when the little boy started to use his clothes to climb up his body. In one deft move he flipped his kid onto this shoulder as he went to answer the ringing telephone. "Hello. Oh, hey Donna....Nothing, RJ's using me as a rope climb...no, his Star Wars shirt." He only half listened as his soon to be wife ran off a list of last minutes things he needed to do. All of which he'd already done, to the best of his knowledge anyway. "Yup, the bags are by the door.....tell Jackie that as soon as Kelso gets here we'll be on our way......well, she's the devil.....she's dangerously close to being tossed from a moving vehicle....hey, hey you tell her I'm not nearly as skinny as I use to be....fine. Fine, hold on." Eric gave RJ a tug until he was settled on his hip. "Your mom wants to talk to you."

"Hi, mommy." RJ's face lit up at the sound of his mother's voice. "I beat up, daddy." He gave his low husky laugh. "Love you, too. Love you bunches." He made a loud kissing noise into the phone before handing the receiver back to Eric. "Here, daddy."

"Thanks buddy, a phone covered in spit. Just what I always wanted." Eric blew a raspberry on his son's neck before setting him back on his feet. "Hey, that's the door. Probably, Kelso. Yeah. Alright. Bye."

"Let's go people! Time, she is a wasting."

"Jeez, Kelso." Eric turned to give Brooke a disbelieving look. "How can he be this hyper, this early?"

"He and Betsy have been up since 4a.m." Brooke explained. "It's practically the middle of the day for them." She smiled when Betsy made a beeline for the little boy currently struggling to pull a t-shirt on over his superman cape. "RJ honey, that's not going to work. Come here."

Kelso grinned as he watched his girlfriend bend over to help his godson. "You know Eric, that's a good looking kid you have there. It's a good thing he took after his mom and not his dad. He's not as lucky as Betsy, who was going to be hot no matter who she looked like because Brooke and I are both hot. But he looks just like his mom." Kelso laughed. "True he's a bit nerdy like you, but that's not going to really matter because he's going to be man pretty."

"Wow, Kelso that was both rambling and ridiculous."

"Two of my specialties. Oh, hey did I miss Donna's last story, Brooke didn't let me watch the whole thing because we had to head over here."

"Really?" Eric's brow was creased in a frown. "You guys live like three doors down. You could have watched the end and still made it here at exactly the time you did."

"You only say that because you've never had to get Betsy and Kelso ready to go anywhere." Brooke shuddered at the memory of getting her child and boyfriend in the car. It made the mayhem of packing the night before seem like a cake walk. "And we had to stop over at Jackie's and get her bags."

"Well, we're all ready here." Eric reached down and scooped up his son as he shot pass in his pursuit of Betsy, who was scooped up by her own father. "So, Brooke you want to get the little ones in the car while Kelso and I get the bags."

"I don't know Eric, maybe you should handle the kids." Brooke easily took her daughter out of Michael's arms. "We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself lifting any of those bags."

"Burn!"