"She asked you to do what?" Seth spat indignantly into the phone. He had never had a problem with Taylor and Ryan being together before this, even when they decided to break up. Seth knew it truly was mutual; 6,000 miles was just too much. Besides, despite her neurotic tendencies and the crazy French ex-husband, she was the one who had saved Ryan when he and his parents couldn't, and Seth couldn't forget that. But this…this had gone too far. It didn't help that he hadn't talked to Summer in over two weeks and he needed someone else's drama to focus on at the moment, but regardless of the reason, Ryan was grateful for the support. It was nice to know he wasn't the only one who thought Taylor was a complete psycho.

"I know. I didn't even know what to say," said Ryan. He had placed Sophie on the rug in the living room and sunk into the cushions of the couch, rubbing his eyes with his hand. He and Seth discussed Taylor's request in serious detail for the next forty-five minutes until Sophie, tired of being ignored, rectified the situation by screaming at the top of her little, but very powerful, lungs. "Hey man, the little one's making trouble. I'll talk to you later." He went to snap his cell phone shut, but stopped when he heard Seth's voice on the other end.

"Hey, wait, Ryan-will you do me a favor?" He took Ryan's silence on the other end as confirmation. "Tell Sophie to not grow up to be a psycho and marry a crazy French guy. That Seth tells her to." Ryan smiled.

"I will."

Ryan didn't get much studying done over the next few hours. Between entertaining Sophie and thinking about Taylor, he groaned in frustration when he heard the front door open and realized that he hadn't really accomplished much of everything.

"Hi, Ryan. How'd the babysitting go?" asked Kirsten as she came around the corner, throwing her coat on the arm of the couch and kissing her middle child on the cheek.

"Fine, fine. She was great. She's upstairs; I put her to bed about an hour and a half ago," he explained. Kirsten headed up the stairs to go check on her daughter, and Ryan turned to find Sandy approaching him.

"Hiya, kid. What's new?" Sandy asked, as he clapped Ryan on the shoulder.

"Not too much. Lots of studying, you know how it is," Ryan smiled. He walked around the living room, bending down every once in a while to pick up a toy of Sophie's that had gotten strewn about in their games.

"Looking forward to visiting Seth next weekend?" Sandy asked him.

"Yeah, definitely. How was dinner?"

"It was good. Not exactly Kirsten's cooking, but it was good." Both men smiled, for they remembered fondly the days that Kirsten's cookbook had been a book full of take-out menus, until she had decided to actually learn how to find her way around a kitchen. Sandy and Ryan continued their chit chat, discussing school and work (Sandy was actually considering taking a job at Berkeley as a law professor, something he asked Ryan's opinion on), Sandy got around to asking Ryan about the ladies.

"Hear from Taylor lately?" Sandy questioned cautiously. Depending on his mood, Ryan reacted to Taylor questions differently – usually with an indifferent, silent shrug or an angry, silent shrug. Ryan shrugged indifferently.

"Today, actually. Not much new to report," he lied, not really wanting to discuss it with Sandy. It had been in the forefront of his mind for the past few hours, and he just wanted to forget about it.

"You're lying, kid. Talk to me," Ryan had forgotten that Sandy Cohen had a sixth sense about things like this. Luckily, he was saved by the phone ringing. "Hello?" Sandy answered. "Oh! Okay, thanks for calling. Yeah, we'll be there soon. Bye!" Ryan looked at the older man questioningly.

"What's going on?"

"Go find Kirsten and tell her to get the baby ready to go out. We're going to the hospital," Sandy directed Ryan as he rushed to find the keys to the car.

"Why?" asked Ryan, confused.

"Julie's having the baby. Ready for your little brother?" Sandy asked, smilingly. The blood drained from Ryan's face. This had been a long day.