"So, what do you think?' Lizzie asked as her video ended. She hadn't edited a video in ages, so she wanted to make sure it had the best critique possible. Darcy furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at her, sitting across from him at the table. She was still in her pajamas.

"It was good, I'm just… not sure why it had to end when I got there," he remarked. Lizzie smiled as she turned her laptop back around to face her.

"Because they like it, the viewers, they get all excited. I'll edit the rest and upload it on Monday, like my old schedule. Besides, the old viewers won't even be expecting a video. How do you think they would handle the both of us onscreen together visibly in a stable relationship? Let's not give it to them all at once. Thanks for agreeing to be in it, by the way."

"It was my pleasure. Leaving out the fact that Bing and Jane's wedding is in less than two months was a good decision."

"I thought what I said would cut it; I rarely told my viewers everything," she replied with a smirk.

"Well, it seems good to me," he concluded, returning to his bowl of cereal.

"Okay, export," Lizzie said, clicking on the button, then taking a sip of coffee. She slowly ate her cereal as she checked to make sure all her reservations for her conference in New York next week were good to go. She felt a nagging sensation in the back of her mind, a bit of worry, but she didn't know why. Everything was going well. She had moved in with Darcy a few months ago after Dr. Gardiner's friend had returned, and her business, Longbourne Industries, was slowly becoming very popular. Bing and Jane were getting married. Lydia was finishing her first year at USF as a psych major. There was nothing to worry about. She brushed it off and got up. She kissed Darcy on the cheek as she walked towards the bedroom to get ready for work.

Lydia felt the sun on her face as she walked out of class. She had two weeks until finals, and then she would be done. Then it would be summer. She still didn't like school that much, but she stuck around because of Ty. He was practically her best friend; they had met on her first day at USF and they somehow had a majority of their classes together. He was new this year as well, he had moved away from New Zealand to live with his aunt and study psychology as well. Lydia was taking a break from guys for the time being, and Ty totally respected that. It had been three months before Lydia actually gave Ty her phone number or even hung out with him outside of school. Her counseling helped, but it was still hard for her to trust. Not after what had happened back in March.

"I'm starving," she heard him say behind her. Ty caught up with her and shot her one of his crooked smiles.

"Well, it's a good thing we have time for lunch now, isn't it?" she replied, sitting down on one of the campus' many benches and pulling her bag onto her lap. Ty sat next to her as she turned her phone back on. It obviously wasn't a school requirement, but having it off during class helped her to focus. She glanced over at him as he stared up at the sky.

"Do they not have clouds in New Zealand?" she asked him jokingly. He looked at her with mock offense.

"You keep being mean and no one's ever going to date you, Lydia Bennet." She smirked at him.

"Oh, no! Tiberius, you've discovered my evil plan," she said, "for the time being…" He frowned, ran his fingers through his curly, dirty-blonde hair, and muttered, "Don't call me that." Lydia's phone began to buzz with all the notifications she'd missed during their last two exams.

"Mary's on her lunch break, she wants to know if you're game for froyo," Lydia read.

"I am always game for froyo," he replied.

"I'll let her know." She continued scrolling through her phone. She grabbed Ty's arm.

"I can't believe it!" Lydia yelled, scaring a few nearby pigeons.

"What is it?" Ty asked, slightly concerned. He craned his neck over to see Lydia's screen.

"Apparently, Lizzie posted a new video. Without me!"

"Okay, one: I thought she stopped doing that a year ago, and two: you told me you weren't about that anymore."

"That's definitely what happened, and maybe I did say that, but that's not important. C'mon," she said, popping up, "let's go find a froyo place with good wifi."

1 week. Jane's 48 hours of worry seemed like a trip to Tahiti compared to the past 7 days. The first day she had deemed it nothing, two days, a small feeling of worry took root in the back of her mind. After three days she knew this wasn't a fluke. Day four was when she had told Bing, day five they decided that they would find out for certain, but only if it persisted to day seven. And here Jane was, 9 p.m., running home from the drugstore in the rain, a small plastic bag containing the pregnancy test in one hand and fiddling with her engagement ring with the other. She was breathing heavily by the time she had reached the elevator. As it slowly rose to the 8th floor, Jane decided that the worst thing about this possibility of a situation was the timing. Less than two months from now was her wedding with the man of her dreams. She let out a small laugh. She had just finished tailoring her dress.

The ding of the elevator brought her back to reality. She made her way to the door of her apartment and went in. Bing quickly sat down on the sofa, but she knew he had been pacing. He got up and hugged her, even though she was soaking wet. They each took a deep breath. The next few minutes could potentially change their lives forever. Jane gave Bing a weak smile.

" Here we go," she said, and took the small bag into the bathroom. Bing waited outside the door until she came out again holding the little plastic stick.

"How long-"Bing started.
"About two minutes," she said, checking the timer she had set on her phone.

"Jane," he began, lifting up her chin, "We've talked about taking the test. We haven't talked about what will happen if it's positive." She shook her head.

"It would just be a lot of fuss if it isn't, and if it is we'll have a lot of time."

"Look, we're about to spend the rest of our lives together. We need to talk about things like this."

"A week ago I wasn't even thinking about anything remotely close to this, Bing. It's not that I don't want this, it's just… bad timing." He nodded. There was silence for a few moments as Bing followed Jane to the couch.

"Bad timing seems to be a recurring factor in our relationship," he said with a nervous laugh. Jane laughed, too, but the smile faded quickly. Bing kissed her on the forehead.

"Whatever happens, Jane, we'll handle it togeth-" just then the timer went off. After taking another deep breath, Jane looked at the test.

"Positive."

"I swear, this place is bigger every time I come over," Lydia said, looking around Darcy and Lizzie's apartment. Lizzie laughed. Since she was leaving for her conference in New York on Monday, she decided to invite Lydia and Mary over for dinner. Mary had plans with Eddie, so it was just Lydia. Lizzie was just about to start cooking when Lydia arrived.

"Can I help?" Lydia asked, "I mean, I'm not that good, but…"

"Sure," Lizzie replied with a smile. She set Lydia up with something simple and started working on the main dish.

"So," Lydia began, "When's Darce-face getting here?" Lizzie looked at the clock on the wall.

"He told me he was on his way home about ten minutes ago, so any minute, I guess." Lydia nodded. Almost as if on cue, Lizzie heard the door open and looked over to see Darcy coming in.

"Hello, Lizzie," he said with a smile.

"Hi," she replied. A few moments later Lydia said, "Hi, Darcy."

"Oh, Lydia, I almost forgot you were coming."

"I gathered."

"My apologies." He rolled up his sleeves and started on one of the side dishes. They chatted and made dinner together. Lizzie was excited to see Jane again next week; she hadn't seen her in person since Bing had proposed.

"Promise me you'll get me something cool in NYC," Lydia said.

"Maybe, but you know that Jane's going to have something great for me to bring back for you," Lizzie insisted. Lizzie missed Jane, but she was glad to have Lydia around all the time. She had really grown up, yet somehow she was the same kid she was before she started her videos. After dinner was over, Lydia said goodnight and went home.

"Do you like having Lydia over?" Lizzie asked Darcy while he was doing the dishes.

"She's growing on me," he replied. He wasn't the best at social interactions. Lizzie knew that all to well. She hopped up onto the counter next to the sink.

"She may not act like it, but she owes you a lot and she knows it."

"How many more times do I have to tell you that I didn't do it for her."

"At least three," she said with a smile, and she kissed him.