Denise smiled as she rode in the elevator with Ray and Egon as they headed to Dana's apartment. She frowned as she looked over to Peter who was with them. When he found out they were helping Dana with her problems, of course he was not going to let the moment pass by.

"Is this is?" I asked as we stopped in front of a door.

"This is it", Ray said as he knocked.

They all smiled as Dana opened the door.

"Hi, Dana", Ray said.

"Hi, Ray", she said hugging him. "How good to see you! Thanks for coming."

"Hey, no problem", he said. "Always glad to help and hug."

"Hello, Dana", Egon said.

"Hi, Egon", she said hugging him.

"How are you holding up?" Denise asked as she came in.

"I'm holding up as best as I can."

"Nice place", Ray said looking around.

Dana pushed the door close. Peter stuck his hand in and pushed the door open, walking in. Dana gasped and glared as Egon and Ray as Peter rambled.

"Well, I know I'm just asking for the big hurt but I thought I'd give us one more chance", he said trying to be smooth as always.

Dana looked at the boys wanting an explanation.

"He tortured me", Ray apologized. "He pulled my ears!"

"Hello, Peter", she sighed.

"Hello, Dana", Peter said trying to woo her.

She sighed and rolled her eyes turning away from him. Dana led them to the living room where her son Oscar sat in his playpen. Denise smiled as she saw the baby. She couldn't wait until her own baby was born.

"So, what would you like to do first?" Dana asked picking up Oscar.

"We'd like to examine the baby first", Egon said.

"Yeah and anything associated with the baby", Ray added. "Especially stuffed toys. Things with fabrics in them."

"And we'd like to see the buggy."

"And wherever he sleeps."

Denise started to get worried as Dana laid Oscar down on the table for Egon and Ray to inspect.

"Okay, sweetheart, now they're going take a look at you", Dana said keeping Oscar calm.

"A little precursory medical examination", Egon said.

"It's nothing that's going to hurt him, right?" she asked.

"No, I don't think so. He'll be fine."

"You don't think?" Denise asked. "Oh yeah, that'll help. I hope nothing like this happens to our baby."

"Our baby will be in good hands", Ray said as he pulled a tape recorder from his pocket. "Okay. Subject is a male Caucasian, approximately…"

"24 inches", Egon measured.

"24 inches in length. Subject weighs approximately 18 pounds and is about eight months old."

Denise turned away and looked at Peter who was going through Dana's things. He picked up her cello and started playing it like a bass guitar.

"So, whatever happened to Mr. Right, anyway?" he asked. "I heard he ditched you and ran off to Europe."

"Is that what happened?" Denise asked.

"He didn't ditch me", Dana said pulling the cello from his hands. "We had some problems, and he got a very good job offer from an orchestra in London, and he took it."

"So he ditched you."

Peter walked over to the bookshelf and picked up a snow globe. Dana frowned as she watched him. Denise shook her head. Same old Peter.

"You know, you'd have been better off marrying me", he said.

"You never asked me", Dana said. "And whenever I brought it up, you'd get drowsy and fall asleep."

"Looks like you're pretty bad when it comes to relationships, Pete", Denise chuckled.

"You never got it, Dana", Peter continued. "I'm a man! I'm sensitive! I need to feel loved! I need to be desired!"

"It was when you started introducing me as the old ball and chain", Dana smirked. "That's when I left."

"Ouch!" Denise laughed. "She got you there, Peter."