(Sam)

When the night was coming to a close, the whole gang had gone up on the rooftop to play Flip Cup. Of course, Sam couldn't drink with her child present. Instead, she picked up a bouncy ball and began playing catch with Alli. Ron ignored his ex-girlfriend as she satisfied her daughter's whims. Vinny and Pauly had just won at Flip Cup on one shot. The guys were cheering and the girls were yelling for a re-match.

That's when, in Alli's head, she remembered Deena asking her something. Alli didn't know the answer so she decided to bring it up to her mother. "Mommy?" asked the young girl, catching the play ball with ease and holding onto it.

"Yes, baby?" asked Sam, not really paying attention, asking for the ball back. Alli threw the ball back. "Good throw! Now what is it?"

"Who's my daddy?" Sam froze in her tracks, not tossing the ball back. Everyone at the Flip Cup table paused the game, turning around to see what Sam's answer would be. The little three-year old stared up at her mother in expectation. Sam gulped.

"You know who your daddy is, sweetie..." she trailed. "It's Arvin." But Alli's next innocent words killed Sam's act.

"Who's Arvin?" Sam's head swiveled a bit to see Ron's face, usually tan, now white as a ghost. All that could be heard was the whistle of the Jersey breeze and screams of joy from the people on the Boardwalk. Sam looked around and scooped up Alli. "Mommy! What are you doing?" the young girl exclaimed.

"It's late; it's time for you to go to bed. You're going to be cranky in the morning." Dropping the ball and kicking it away, Sam dragged the girl into the house and into bed. Ron looked around nervously at his friends. Taking a deep breath, he tried to return to the game but his roommates were so damn distracting now. Mike chuckled mischievously and muttered there was a situation. Pauly D's eyes bulged out and the girls were mentally gossiping to each other. Thank God they didn't have cell phones or texting lines would be flooded. Frowning, Ron blew his friends off and hurried inside.

(Ron)

Ron burst into the kitchen. Sam was sitting there, preparing a bland drink of water. Alli was sound asleep; Ron could see her from the kitchen. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled it roughly. "Hey." he commanded, "I need to talk to you." Sam bit her lip, wincing. Ron was in one of his "modes" and there was no getting out of it. She complied and stood still. Ron's face got redder and his voice got louder. "Look, I need to know for my and Alli's sake...is she my daughter?" Sam breathed in and out, trying to control her emotions. Slowly, she nodded. Realization crept over Ron, sweeping over him like a tsunami wave. Angrily, he punched the refridgerator, leaving a mark. Sam put her arm out.

"Ron! Ron, it's okay!" But Ron had slammed the barstool and pounded his fist on the counter. The roommates had heard the commotion and rushed in. They immediately saw what was going on. The guys intervened and pushed Ron back a little. However, he still was on an angry rampage. "Girls, go in the room and make sure Alli's okay!" Sam commanded. Jenni, Nicole and Deena had run in the girls' bedroom and looked down at sleeping Alli. Jenni quickly shut the door and locked it, being as quiet as possible. Meanwhile, Ron was yelling crazily.

"Sam! She's my daughter! I had a right to know!" Ron yelled, pounding on the counter repeatedly. It was a wonder Alli was awake and wondering what was happening. Quickly, but with some effort, Mike, Pauly and Vinny had carried Ron out of the kitchen and drug him up the steps onto the Sky Deck. They were safe now. Ron was pacing around up there, taking out his anger on some innocent plastic lawn furniture and cushions. The other guys blushed in embarassment as the whole boardwalk witnessed Ron's tirade. He was yelling incoherently and they were afraid someone would call the cops.

Too late. Three young pale men with buzz cuts in blue tight uniforms stood in front of them. The first-with brown hair and bushy eyebrows-stared at Ron and flashed a tiny flashlight at him. "That's Ronnie Magro, right? Yeah, we got some complaints about him. What's the matter? He's disturbing the peace and he's being a public nuisance." Mike and Pauly pursed their lips, not sure what to say. They gave Vinny the dirty work. But Vinny wasn't dumb. He had an education; especially since before Jersey Shore, he pursued law. He took a deep breath.

"Public nuisance? Come on, bro. We're on our own sky deck. Yeah, we're renting but technically, we're home." The three police officers remained silent and looked at one another. After a moment of silence, they turned to Vinny and commanded that the guys keep him quiet or they'll come back and say he's disturbing the peace by noise. "Alright. Thank you." The cops turned on their heel and stomped back down the steps. Once they were gone, Vinny pumped the air victoriously. "Alright, guys. Is he calm?"

Mike pointed to the corner. Ron was sitting on the couch, crying into his shirt. A creak made them turn. Sam was coming up the steps. Pauly held her back with a tan, tattooed arm. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea..." he trailed. But Sam threw his arm aside and walked over. Ignoring the guys, she walked straight to Ron and bent down. The two's conversation was inaudible but one thing could be known. Ron nodded and they both held each other close. Pauly shook his head. "I don't know how they make up every time." he said, hurrying down the steps inside with Mike and Vinny.