Disclaimer: I don't own 10TIHAY or any of the characters, etc.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews so far guys! Yes, the chapters are going to be kind of short for the most part. But I'm going to try to post a couple at a time for a while since I have most of the story written already, so hopefully that'll make up for it. It's basically going to be like one little "Katrick moment" per day of spring break.

It was Kat's turn to make dinner that night, and apparently, having a 10-pound fake baby strapped to her stomach didn't excuse her from that. As she struggled to get her vegan casserole in the oven, she thought about the events of the day before. She really had to hand it to her dad; his punishment for catching her and Patrick together was...ingenious. On top of Kat wearing the "Sympathy Belly", Walter had decided Patrick should be witness to his daughter's torture and humiliation.

"I still don't get it," Bianca asked, sitting at the counter watching Kat cook. "If Dad's so upset about you and Patrick having sex, why is Patrick spending Spring Break sleeping in our house?"

Kat sighed, trying to explain it in simple terms for her sister. "After Dad called Patrick's mom & step-dad, he got kicked out of his house. I think Dad felt kind of guilty about that, so he's letting Patrick stay on the couch. But believe me, there is no way anything can happen between us while he's here. Not only has Dad taken my door away, Mr. Duck," she motioned to the duck-shaped camera, "now has little friends all over the house, recording my every move. I can't even think about Patrick without Dad knowing. God, why does this baby weigh so much? What have I been feeding it, steroids? Because I'm pretty sure I'm against that!" Kat slammed the oven door and waddled to the couch. Bianca laughed and left her sister in misery. She still hadn't heard from Joey since his on-air lip-lock with the super-skank, so her and Dawn were having a slumber party, filled with Ben & Jerry's and sappy movies.

As Bianca left, Patrick walked in, tossing Kat's car keys on the counter. "She's safe and sound, and sparkling clean," he announced, grinning. He was expecting a warm thanks for rescuing Kat's car after basically the entire school had used it as a trash dump the day before.

"My car is not a she," Kat snapped. "That's extremely sexist."

"You're welcome," Patrick mumbled, flopping down on the couch next to her. He looked at Kat out of the corner of his eye. She had her eyes closed, head leaning back against the couch, feet up on the coffee table. With that belly thing her dad was making her wear, under that giant old t-shirt, she really did look pregnant; it was so weird. He knew Dr. Stratford's plan was to freak him out and make him run for the door. And honestly, Patrick had almost done it a couple of times already. But, something, or rather, someone, seemed to have him anchored to this loony-bin. Suddenly, Patrick reached his hand out and laid it on Kat's fake belly. "So," he joked, "what are we going to name it?"

Kat opened her eyes and laughed. "Well, I've always kind of liked Jane for a girl."

"Mm, like the Aerosmith song?" Patrick smiled and started an off-key version of "Janie's Got A Gun":

"'They say when Janie was arrested They found him underneath a train...' yeah, I like that."

Kat rolled her eyes. "I was thinking more along the lines of Jane Austen, or Jane Addams, or Jane Goodall."

Patrick grimaced. "Are you saying you want our baby to live with apes?"

"Well, you are living here now, so I guess she will."

"Hey!" Patrick playfully tossed a pillow at Kat.

As Walter scanned through the video footage later, he started to wonder if his idea was really as fool-proof as he thought.

End Note: So the idea for Patrick staying with the Stratfords is totally and completely SadEyedLadyOfTheLowlands. She is awesome for thinking of it and, with her tacit permission I'm borrowing the idea for my story. (Again, I say, if you don't like it please please please just let me know, SadEyedLady! It was just too awesome an idea for me to pass up!)