Actually this story isn't devoted to the entire sixth season of Baby Daddy. As fans know, the last season ended with Riley pregnant, almost everyone leaving New York to pursue their dreams with Ben staying with Emma wondering about the mysterious Elle whom he keeps missing. This story moves on with episode six, and then to the last thirteen episodes with Riley giving birth in the episode ten, the mid-season finale. So for the first five episodes, here's a basic summary: there's been a gap of six or so months, the others have returned to New York. Among mildly amusing anecdotes, Tucker brings back a beautiful woman to his apartment, only for things to fall apart because Emma sleeps there. Ben was about to give up searching for Elle and date someone else, only to interrupt a date when he saw her. He didn't meet up with her because of comic mishaps, but it did keep up his interest with her alive. Elle has met Bonnie, who completely failed to realize that Elle and Ben were interested in each other. Riley and Danny have decided to get married when she is not visibly pregnant. She can't really go to Vancouver, because it's difficult to practice law in an entirely different country. And now, episode 6.06:

Mother's Daze

Intro:

Danny was getting ready to leave while Ben was making breakfast for Emma. "See you guys, I'm off to meet Riley for our ultrasound today."

"Isn't that a bit late?" Ben wondered. "I thought ultrasounds were much earlier."

"Yeah, well there were complications with our insurance as we kept deciding whether we would be going to Vancouver or not. And also Riley was nervous about finding out the sex of the baby. But it's all good." Danny left just as Tucker come out of his bedroom. "I'm surprised he's still living here." Ben said.

"I'm actually more surprised you're still looking for your mystery girl. Seriously you should try for someone else. Why don't you?"

"Not to be rude, but when have you ever given me useful romantic advice?"

"I've given you plenty of it. Just not about Riley. Now look at me, by contrast. When I was in California, I met this attractive model who was tied to the entertainment work I was doing. You may have heard of her, Liza Marquette?"

"The swimsuit model?"

"Yeah, that's her. Now I know she wouldn't be immediately interested in me. But I was subtle. I was careful. I certainly didn't blow her off in the hope that I would find a perfect woman who existed only in my imagination..."

"How would a famous swimsuit model not be your perfect woman?"

"..Instead, I played my cards right. We became closer and closer friends. Now she's back in New York for a modelling gig. And I think I can get..." But Ben had already turned on the television and was looking for the news. "Hey isn't that her?"

Tucker looked to see Marquette at a fashion event, escorted by a much taller, richer and famous athlete. It was very obvious that they were a couple. Tucker bit his lip. "OK, I may just need a back-up plan."

Title sequence

Act 1

Riley and Danny were watching the ultrasound that the obstetrician of Bengali descent was showing them. "The first thing Ms. Perrin is that you and the baby are in excellent health. Second, as you can clearly see, you're having a boy!"

"Really?" Danny asked. "Because it doesn't quite look like one."

"He's a seven month fetus, Mr. Wheeler. He can wait twenty years before he has to worry about the size of his penis." The obstetrician smiled a little broadly, then helped disconnect Riley from the ultrasound. "It looks like it will be a very big boy, too. I'm sure he'll be just like his father."

"Well that's a relief," said Riley who did not look relieved. The two left the clinic. "I've got to get back to the bar." said Danny.

"And I've got to meet your mother and help take care of Emma this afternoon." Danny kissed her and went his way. She smiled, then looked at the pamphlet the obstetrician had given her: "So your labor is extremely long and painful" and winced in terror.

Meanwhile, Ben was already at the bar, adding up some calculations about inventory. He tapped his fingers on the counter. "I wish I could remember what that song was." But before he could figure it out Tucker came in. He sat sourly near Ben. "Pour me a scotch."

"Isn't it a little early in the day to start drinking?"

"Why is it you Wheelers are so lucky in love and I get nothing?"

"I think you're talking to the wrong Wheeler about that."

"No seriously, you're always having flings with women, while I get nothing!"

"Actually I'm fairly sure that you've slept with more women with me since you left for California."

"Hah! I'll bet $200 you've slept with more women."

"I haven't slept with anyone since I broke up with Sam."

"Really? Damn. Can you take a cheque?" Just then Tucker's cell phone rang. "Hello? OK. All right. I understand. I'll see you shortly."

Tucker put the phone down on the counter. "That was work." He moped for a minute, then began complaining again. "I still say it's not fair that you should be more lucky with women than me."

"But I haven't been lucky at all!"

"But everyone thinks that everything rotates around you, and they don't care at all about me."

"Who thinks that?"

"You do! You care more about your love life than about mine!"

"I don't quite think that's the definition of selfishness."

"When have you ever helped me get a date?"

"Let's see. There was the time we set you up with your former wife. And there was the time me and Mom helped you with that girl, whose relationship you promptly screwed up on your own."

"But what about this year?"

"Well as you may remember we were on opposite sides of the continent, which made it hard to set up dates for you." Ben then bent below the counter as he looked under it.

"What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted some Scotch, and I'm looking for some under the counter."

"You're deliberately avoiding me."

"I'm clearly not avoiding you, since I'm still talking to you." As it happened it was at this moment that Elle entered and looked around. She didn't see Ben at all, of course. "There's something about this place. For some reason I feel like I'm going to meet my destiny here." She looked around, and decided to go to the washroom to freshen up.

"Look I'll have to get some more Scotch from the back." Ben got up and went to the storeroom. "Actually, I won't bother with the drink," Tucker called out, leaving his phone behind. Just then Elle got out of the washroom and strode into the main area. "Did you say something?" Ben asked, carrying a bottle of Scotch. Realizing that Tucker was gone, but with Elle just out of his line of sight, he muttered "Maybe I should get some other things as well." He quickly returned with some boxes, which unfortunately blocked his view of Elle, who looking around and still not seeing what she wanted, left the bar.

As he was taking things out, he noticed Tucker's phone. "Maybe there's somebody in his call list I could try to set him up with." Just then the phone rang. "Sweet Mama." Ben wondered. "So what does Sweet Mama want with Tucker," as he answered. "Yes, this is Ben. Ben Wheeler. No I'm Tucker's best friend... Oh, you already know that. But yes he is in Manhattan. In fact he'll probably come back when he realizes that he left his phone here. I'll just give you my address..."

Meanwhile Riley was with Bonnie and Emma at a cafe. "I'll have two cocktails," Bonnie told the waitress, who then walked away.

"Umm, Mrs. Wheeler, I can't actually drink alcohol. Remember, I'm going to give birth to your grandson in six weeks."

"Oh, those are for me. You should learn how to order your own drinks."

Riley sighed. "I'm sorry. I suppose I should be happier."

"But you're giving birth to my first grandson! That's wonderful. Not that you're not wonderful too," Bonnie told Emma.

"I'm actually a bit worried about labor."

"Oh yeah. Did I ever tell you how I gave birth?"

"Several times throughout my life, and with no shortage of them during my pregnancy."

"Forty hours. At least. It was quite an experience. It's not one you're going to forget."

"Oh God."

"Of course, you're much smaller than me. You're practically petite."

"Maybe I should just get a cesarean."

"I've known several women who had cesareans. There was Abby Goldfinch. Had this biggest ugliest scar from it. I saw her in the changing room at the pool back in New Jersey. And the stretch marks made everything worse."

"Helpful as always Mrs. Wheeler." Just then Bonnie noticed a bus going by. "Hey, i think that bus has one of my new realtor ads." She got up and chased it for half a block. "Yeah, that ad actually worked very well." She walked back to the cafe and leaned near a wall near the entrance. She noticed a police officer asking the cafe owner some questions. "Yeah, I'm looking for this blonde woman. I'm told she's very striking."

"What's this about?"

"Well there are these unpaid parking tickets. I have to arrest her for them." Bonnie immediately grimaced, and used her jacket to cover up her hair. She carefully peeked into the cafe, and saw the policeman step up to Riley, and then arrest her and take her away. Bonnie skillfully stepped up behind them and extracted Emma. "Phew. Glad that wasn't us."

Meanwhile back at the bar, Tucker returned. "I think you're looking for this." Ben said as he held up his phone. "Also, here's some news. Someone named 'Sweet Mama,' called looking for you. And I said you'd be back soon."

"You said what?"

"Is there a problem? Is this a former date you don't want to meet?"

"Ben.." and Tucker was clearly concerned, and a little horrified, "'Sweet Mama,' isn't a former girlfriend. She's my mother!"

Act 2

"Oh."

"Oh? That's all you've got to say?!"

"Well, I thought you might meet an old girlfriend. But I can set you up some other time."

"I don't want you to do that!"

"Actually you spent the morning complaining that I didn't do that."

"You're not supposed to take me seriously!" And then Tucker whimpered a little.

"Dude, what's the matter?"

"I don't want to meet my mother! Don't the fact that you've never actually met in all the years we've known each other give you a big hint?"

"What's the problem? Is there something wrong with her?"

"You don't understand. She's a Republican."

"What?"

"You heard me. She is literally the only black woman I know who's a Republican. She kept saying all my life that this Reagan thing was just a fling that the party would get over. All my life she thinks what a tragedy Dan Quayle never became president."

"Dan Quayle?"

"Well in fairness the three other candidates in 1992 were all from Confederate states."

"Oh. What does she think of Trump?"

"Ben, my mother is narrow-minded, judgmental and dogmatic. She has never forgiven me for giving up law and going into journalism. She is often resentful and has never given me useful advice about sex outside the bounds of her dogmatic Protestantism. I didn't say she was a sociopath."

Just then a deep sultry voice could be heard. "Tucker? Is that you?"

At the back of the bar, Danny was just arriving when he cell rang. "Hello?"

"Danny, it's me," Bonnie said, who was inside the courthouse. "I need to talk you to about an awkward situation."

"Sure Mom. What about?"

"Let's suppose that Riley had all these unpaid parking tickets. And let's suppose that when a policeman came to ask her about them, she evaded them and they took in your poor Mom by mistake? What should I do?"

"Not much?"

"Really? I shouldn't do anything?"

"Well, you're in prison. What is there you can do?"

"Oh right. Of course. I mean what should Riley do?"

"Well I think that Riley should man up and come forward and pay her tickets so that you could leave."

"Of course. Yes, that's precisely what Riley should do." Bonnie turned to Emma. "Damn it!"

"I can't imagine Riley being so rude. I should have a talk with her."

"Oh no, no! It was just a hypothetical situation. It's one of those board games, Scruples! Yes that's it! So, gotta run." Bonnie picked up a form and pored over it. "Just another thing. Could you give me your credit card number?"

"This isn't another scam of yours is it?"

"Of course not Danny. I'm a well paid professional women with a prosperous husband. It's just that there are some wedding things we need to get started, even if it's several months in the future. Thank you," as she wrote down the numbers. "And that Emma, is called doing the right thing. Oh, don't judge me."

Just then Ben realized that Mrs. Dobbs was very short.

That was hardly surprising. Tucker's father was distinctly taller than him, and it only made sense that his mother would be shorter. She had clearly been in her early thirties when she had Tucker. "Oh, it's so good to see you!" she said as she hugged him. "Why is she called 'Sweet Mama' on your..." but then Mrs. Dobbs began to sing. "Sweet, Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet/You are so Neat/Eat Shredded Wheat/because it's good for your health and full of vitamins and too much sugar is bad for you."

"You know Ben, my family has a real sense of musical ability and grace. You might even say they all have soul. Except for my mother."

"So you're Ben. Tucker has told me so much about you."

"That's nice to know."

"Yes, he told me all about your bastard daughter that was the inevitable result of your soulless womanizing. He also told you that fell deeply in love with a lifelong friend, only for her to hook up with your brother. And everybody took his side and completely ignored your feelings, because that was the right thing to do!"

Ben looked, or more accurately glared, at Tucker. "Ben, that's not quite how I emphasized it," he replied sheepishly.

"But you have to remember Ben that God loves you. And because He loves you, you must accept everything that happens to you however painful or cruel that it is as just punishment for your many sins." Ben nodded, then turned around and rolled his eyes. "As for you sweet Tucker, for some reason I think you are avoiding me."

"Why would you think something silly like that?"

Tucker was extremely unconvincing when he said this. Nevertheless Mrs. Dobbs continued. "You're right dear. Now I know you are distressed by your soulless empty life. Especially sex. I know the thought of sleeping with a woman you are not married to fills with you disgust and guilt and shame. That you keep succumbing to it is a source of unending mental agony." Ben could not resist giggling, which he tried to hide with a bar napkin. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking of a funny movie."

"Oh, what was the movie?"

"Ummm." Ben drew a blank. "Yes, it was The Revenant."

"Isn't that the movie where Leonardo DiCaprio is nearly killed by a bear?"

"Yes. Yes it is. I have a very sick sense of humour. It's all a piece with my soulless womanizing."

"Anyway Tucker, you need a new sense of vocation. You need to leave behind your prosperous lifestyle, your loyal friends, your rewarding and fulfilling job in this beautiful and cosmopolitan city and embrace a life of toil, drudgery, sweat and constant rejection in the name of Christ! You should become a missionary!"

"Oh!"

"You probably think that being a missionary means going to faraway jungles and deserts. But I have a bold new opportunity. You are going to go to Israel, and you are going to bring in the new millennium by converting the Jews to the one true faith of Lutheranism!"

"Really!?"

"Aren't most German Protestants Lutherans?" Ben asked.

"I don't see the relevance," Mrs. Dobbs answered curtly. "Now I know that you will be successful. You know that any hesitation on your part would be like stabbing your mother in the heart. It would be like throwing me into a den of ravenous lions. I know that you are eternally grateful for everything I've done for you, and that any objection or criticism would be like boiling me in oil. I know that some people may be skeptical of the missionary organization that you will be working for. Some people may wonder why you should start their work for them by giving them all of your money. But I believe that if you have faith in Christ, you can turn all of Jerusalem Lutheran and..."

"I think this is the silliest thing I've ever heard." Ben interrupted. But then Tucker put his hand over Ben's mouth "I'll do it!"

Meanwhile, Bonnie and Emma entered the cells where Riley was being detained. "There's my future daughter in law," Bonnie squealed with fake enthusiasm.

"Mrs. Wheeler, I don't understand what's going on! I don't have a car. I've never had one! How can I have unpaid parking tickets?"

"Yeah that is a puzzler. I certainly wouldn't know. It's not like Brad has a car as part of his business, and occasionally I've used it and completely ignored basic parking regulations." Bonnie, understandably enough, said this mostly to herself. But she could not ignore Emma's skeptical eyes. So she tried to pacify her and picked her up. "Look, this is very odd. But somehow I think that your problem is going to be solved. I think you'll be very grateful to me."

"Excuse me, this is clearly a case of mistaken identity, and how could you help me with that?"

"Oh, I wasn't offering any specific help. I mean you should be grateful that I came here to commiserate with you, and if your problem magically went away, well I'm here to share with your joy, and not ask any awkward questions." Riley awkwardly lolled against the jail bars, while Bonnie sat down on a chair outside her cell. "What we were talking about before this all happened? Oh right, about your upcoming labor."

"Could we talk about something else? Or anything else?"

"OK. Oh Emma do you like Grandma's earrings? You should remember these. It's because of these you're going to have a little cousin soon."

"Yeah, great. How ironic that you should lose them for a week."

"Oh, I didn't lose them for a week. I lost them for three..." but just then a guard came in. "Here we are! We have a guard! What a lucky day!"

"What are you talking about?" the guard wondered sourly.

"You're here to release Riley from jail since all the parking tickets have been paid." Bonnie told him sotto voce.

"No, they haven't been"

"Maybe, you should check them again. I just paid them ten minutes ago."

"If you had paid them, I would have immediately been notified. Now listen up lady"-he was now talking to Riley, "-in a few moments you're going to see Judge Morgendorfer. Then you're going to spend two months in prison and pay a $10,000 fine."

"What!?"

"Yeah. The judge takes a really hard line on people who don't pay their parking tickets."

Riley was speechless. She was distraught. She didn't realize how Bonnie was awkward and guilty over her role in getting Riley into this fix in the first place. "God, if You could give me a small miracle and help out Riley, and without her learning anything awkward about this, I promise I'll do something for you. Something about sex. Oh wait, I'm married. I can have great sex with my husband all the time and not feel guilty at all! I know! I promise to especially nag Ben about his sex life!"

What happened next was not what either woman wanted. Riley mother's burst in. "Oh darling! I came immediately when I heard your plight. And I exactly know how it happened!"

"Uh-oh." said Emma.

Act 3

"Jennifer."

"Bonnie." The two mothers glared at each other. "Why are the two of you circling around like sharks?" Riley queried.

Mrs. Perrin came over to her daughter. She didn't hug her, but she did pat her on the shoulder. "Riley, it's so..adequate to see you! So you finally found out the sex of your out of wedlock child. Oh a boy. He can be exactly like his father in every respect. Why you can be a grandmother before he turns twenty!"

Riley frowned. "I'm sorry dear. Let me rephrase this. I am actually very happy for you. I am so much happier that you are with Danny. It's so much better that you're carrying his illegitimate child than it would to be married to Ben for any length of time."

"Thank you Mom. That's exactly what I needed to hear," Riley grimaced through gritted teeth. "Look, can we have some privacy?"

The guard was not very sympathetic. Nevertheless, "You've got some luck. Apparently Judge Morgendorfer is trying some hookers right this minute, and you've got a few minutes right before she judges you just before another group of hookers. You better have a good case." He left and the two mothers smiled at each other with well practiced insincerity.

Meanwhile Ben pulled Tucker aside from Mrs. Dobbs. "Tucker, you cannot be serious about this. You can't even convince Jewish girls to sleep with you. Remember when we all had to watch a five hour documentary about Latin America because you couldn't convince that Jewish girl that Star Wars was a good movie. Tucker, there is nothing wrong with your career or your sex life that cannot be solved with a little thought and effort. But doing everything your mother asks is not going to help you."

"OK, I feel guilty. By not being a lawyer, I helped inspire my dad to leave Mom. And when he had a fling with your mother, you were 100% behind her!"

"No, I wasn't!"

"Well could you pretend that you were? That way I would feel a lot less guilty."

Just then Danny came in. "I've got great news! I'm having a boy!"

"Well congratulations." Tucker replied. "I'm sure you'll be a good dad, and if you're not I'm sure you can use your money to get a good nanny. Try to get one whom Riley has no reason to feel jealous of, but which makes her paranoid anyway." Tucker paused for a moment. "Oh wait, could you get a really hot one who's interested in successful African-American professionals and isn't dogmatic about them being excessively tall?"

"Way to go with that spiritual vocation." Ben smirked.

"What's going on?" Danny wondered.

"Tucker's mother wants him to drop everything and become a missionary."

"Cool," Danny in a vaguely roguish manner.

Ben rolled his eyes and turned back to Tucker. "Look, you can't seriously follow your mother."

"Could you help? It's easier for you to challenge your mother because she doesn't love you as much as mine does me." Danny went to the back. He was picking up various snacks from a supplier when he noticed Elle. "Excuse me, I know we've never met. But do you believe in destiny?"

"Yes I do. For years I was in love with the love of my life. I knew that even while we were in relationships with other people, she would realize that I was the only man for her. It's actually a complicated story..."

Elle interrupted. "That was actually sort of a rhetorical question. You see, for six or seven months now, I keep thinking that I'm going to meet a complete stranger who's destined to be the love of my life. And recently I think that it's somebody here."

Danny was now carrying a large number of boxes. "What a coincidence. My brother for the past six or seven months has been looking for a complete stranger who's destined to be the love of his life. Oh well, it takes all kinds."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you properly with the boxes in front of your face." Elle followed Danny into the office. "This may sound silly, but perhaps you could tell me about some of the regular patrons."

Danny was unpacking a box of potato chips. "Actually I don't really know my customers that well. You see I own the bar, but I'm actually a professional hockey player and for the past six months or so I've been wondering whether to move to Vancouver. Oh could you do me a favor?" He opened a small bag of potato chips. "I got these new chips, but I don't know what the customers think of them. How do they taste?"

Elle ate a couple. "They're all right." As Danny was rummaging deep in the closet Elle noticed a picture of Danny and Ben on the desk. "Who's the guy in the photo?"

"Oh, that would be me."

"Yeah, I recognized you. Who's the other guy?"

"Oh that would be Ben."

'I'm sorry I didn't catch that." Danny turned around to look at Elle and was struck at how suddenly pale she had just turned. "Is something wrong?"

"Were there nuts in that?"

"I don't know. There might have been."

"Oh no! I can't eat nuts! I have all kinds of horrible reactions to them. Sometimes I break out in violent flatulence!"

"Eeww."

"That's not going to happen right now."

"That's a relief."

"But I am going to faint." And she did exactly that.

Meanwhile, back in jail Riley was getting increasingly desperate. "Does anyone have any idea to make sure that I don't give birth in prison for a crime that I didn't actually commit?"

Bonnie visibly winced. "OK, so we have a bit of a problem. And...we need to find a way to solve it. And...I am generally concerned about you. And there...must be a way for me to help you." Mrs. Perrin smiled broadly as she watched Bonnie's discomfort. "OK. We could call Danny and he could sleep with the judge!"

"What?!" Riley yelled.

"Did I say sleep? I mean flirt. Or something even more innocuous."

"Judge Morgendorfer is a lesbian. And she hates sports." Mrs. Perrin smugly pointed out.

"OK...we'll have to find a substitute. How about you? I mean no one's going to believe I'm a lesbian. My husband is so much hotter than yours."

Riley interrupted. "Mrs. Wheeler will you please be quiet? I know what happened."

"You do?"

"Of course I do. I've known all the time!"

Bonnie cringed. "Riley I'm sorry. I panicked when I overheard the man who arrested you. And I did pay the traffic fines. I don't know why that's not enough. And I'm really sorry that didn't work, but I am trying to do the right thing, and..."

"Mrs. Wheeler, that's very touching, but it was my mother's unpaid traffic fines that caused the problem."

"What?" And now it was Mrs. Perrin's turn to cringe. "Of course! They must have asked if you were Ms. Perrin when they arrested you. And Mrs. Perrin actually has a car she drives much more often than I do." Just then the guard reappeared and opened the jail. "Here you go. Turns out we mistook you for your mother and she paid all the fines."

"A-ha!" yelled Bonnie in triumph. "It was all your fault," pointing to an embarrassed Mrs. Perrin. "And I can say that I did the right thing all the time!" Riley rolled her eyes and walked away as fast as her heavily pregnant frame could.

Meanwhile back at the bar, Ben and Tucker had finalized their plans. "So we're agreed. You're going to go along with your mother's plans. Then I'm going to tactfully but firmly point out problems." They walked back to Mrs. Dobbs. "Hello mother." Tucker said in an implausible, robotic voice. "I have thought it over and I completely agree with your plans. First things first, is to give all of my money to my new bosses."

"Wait a minute, Tucker," Ben spoke in the same robotic voice. "Don't you have credit card debts? How can you pay them if..." But Tucker then abruptly broke down. "It's all a trick Sweet Mama! He's plotting against you and he's going to ruin you."

"Tucker, that wasn't the plan!"

"And he's been taking cocaine for years!"

"I have never taken cocaine!" Ben replied with justified vehemence.

"So you're the person trying to ruin my son! How do you justify yourself!?"

"Yeah, Ben. 'You're the worst best friend ever! This is all your fault!" Ben was so taken aback he was in no position to see Danny quickly carry a comatose Elle to medical practitioners right outside the bar.

"You're a contemptible person! You should be ashamed of yourself!" Mrs. Dobbs added.

"Mrs. Dobbs! How dare you say that? You don't even know me! Look, the only woman I have ever loved is about to give birth to my brother's baby in six weeks. I have spent months waiting for a special someone, but everything in my life suggests that if I ever did meet her, i would either screw it up or something horribly unlucky would ruin it. Meanwhile, my supposed best friend, who has not spent more than a couple of weeks trying to make a serious relationship work since he broke up with Vanessa is complaining about me when he is not willing to make the slightest bit of effort to help himself. And he'd rather slander me rather than confront your idiotic and ill-thought out plans because he's an abject coward!"

"I am not a coward!" and Tucker then slapped Ben.

"You only did that, because you knew I'd forgive you, while your own mother would ruin your life."

"I..I..That's not..." and then Tucker burst into tears, and wept on Ben's chest.

"Tucker dear, is this true?"

"Pretty much." Tucker whimpered.

"Well clearly my expectations of you were too high. Clearly I'll have to revise them downwards." But she hugged her son anyways.

"Ben, I am so so so so so..."

"Yeah I get it. These things happen."

"I'll get all the beer for the next month!"

"Tucker dear, you shouldn't get alcohol. I'd suggest milk, but I'm lactose intolerant. No you should get pop. Diet pop, because it's wrong to drink too much sugar."

"OK, a month's supply of diet cola. Are we cool man?"

"If you agree to watch Emma for the next four days, this never happened."

"Got it!" and Tucker left.

"He's really a good friend when he isn't forced into being a bishop."

Mrs. Dobbs nodded. Then her eyes glazed over. She turned to Ben. "Someday, she'll love you."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry. Sometimes I have these dizzy spells. I don't know what I'm saying and I become so silly."

"Because you're so rational the rest of the time." Ben muttered sotto voce.

Coda

It was early evening and Elle was on a bus talking on a cell phone. "Yeah I'm all right now Dad. The thing is that I was just on the verge of realizing something when the allergy hit. It's so frustrating." She sighed. "Yes, I actually would like a meal with you. At least it won't have nuts in it." The bus stopped, and Elle got off the exit at the back. At the front, Ben got on carrying Emma. "Time to go home Kiddo."

TV Guide Preview 6.08 "Elle to Pay."

The mysterious connection between Ben and Elle finally comes to a climax. Tucker has an amazingly good day, notwithstanding Bonnie's efforts. Riley and Danny face tensions over their future.