Thrown In
"Ryan,"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think we've had an argument for...since we talked about kids,"
"I don't think we have," Ryan smiled and then took another spoonful of dry cereal.
"How long is that?"
"Erm...6 months..."
"That's a long time," Marissa said thoughtfully as she got her toast.
"Am I missing the point?"
"I was thinking...maybe we could talk about kids again..." Ryan raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" Ryan asked. Marissa smiled and nodded. "What do we...talk about?"
"I don't think people get pregnant by talking," Ryan stood up and wrapped his arms around her.
"They certainly don't," He laughed before kissing her.
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"What do you need a spa day for?"
"Cohen, we're female. It's in our nature."
"But...I...they cost a lot,"
"Since when did you care about cost?"
"Since..." Marissa spoke before Seth could think up something to say.
"He's just scared about being left alone with Beth for a whole two days,"
"He won't be alone, he's got Chino,"
"What? Noooo way!" Ryan protested.
"Why not?" Summer asked.
"I've...I've got work,"
"No you haven't!" Marissa exclaimed. "Liar!"
"Awwww, both the men are scaredy cats!" Summer teased.
"She tried to put my fingers in a blender!" Ryan protested. "And Seth encouraged it!"
"That was ages ago; she was only a baby,"
"Yeah, well, if she's capable of that at 6 months what's going to happen now she's 12 months?"
"You'll both be fine," Marissa tried to assure them.
"Thinking about the last time we left you two alone with her..."
"When he let her get hold of whisky?" Ryan asked, pointing to Seth.
"Yes, that time," Summer sighed at the memory. "Thinking about that I'll ask Kirsten and Sandy if they can help you,"
"You know I'm not totally incapable!" Seth looked offend.
"You're a great Dad, but when it comes to nappy changing and crying you get a little bit out of your depth," Summer pointed out. "That's where your parents come in."
"So...what's my job?" Ryan asked.
"Well, you're fine with the nappies and...stuff. Plus you've got the hair," Summer said. "That's sorted can we talk about something else,"
"What do you want to talk about, my lovely?" Seth asked.
"I don't know."
"Why what an interesting subject,"
"Seth, why are you attempting a British accent?" Ryan asked, eyebrows raised.
"I've been practicing. Jolly ho,"
"You realise none of them actually speak like that?" Marissa said, finding Seth's childish naivety hilarious.
"How would you know? You've never been to England! Oh my god! I've got an idea!" The other three groaned at the thought of another one of Seth's 'ideas'. "We should all go to England! Not now. We should make a promise though. The Cohen's and Atwood's shall invade the Queen's country! Hey, we could wait until you guys have kids and then..."
"You do realise they have King Charles now...the Queen died,"
"Whatever! You have to have kids and then we can dress them up in the different uniforms. We can have some policemen and those funny soldiers with the hats and..."
"Calm it." Ryan said. He stood up.
"Where you going?" Marissa asked.
"Someone has to work to pay for your spa trips," Ryan smiled.
"But it's...five in the afternoon,"
"I've just got a few drawings and plans I want to finish off."
"Ok," Marissa stood up and kissed Ryan, which led to a making out session.
"YAK!" Someone screamed. It was Beth, in the arms of Kirsten, accompanied my Julie and Sandy.
"Trouser it boy," Julie said, laughing. Ryan went bright red.
"Erm...sorry...yeah...so I'm...off," Ryan stuttered.
"Ryan, you can kiss my daughter, you are married, I just don't want to know about or see anything further than that," This just made Ryan go even redder.
"I've got work," Ryan swallowed. "I'll see you all later," Ryan rushed off.
"He's funny," Julie laughed.
"Mom, why did you say that? It was so embarrassing," Marissa said.
"Oh honey, you're 28 now, you shouldn't be getting embarrassed by your Mom," Julie said, still smiling.
"Kirsten doesn't do it!" Marissa protested.
"Oh believe me, she does," Seth said.
"Yeah, Coop, Mrs. C is just as bad as...the other Mrs. C..." Summer said.
"How come he's got work?" Julie asked changing subject.
"He's just finishing up a few drawings."
"Well, he'll miss the barbecue,"
"More food for me," Seth said, rubbing his tummy.
"Silly Daddy! Food for me!" Beth shouted. Her vocabulary was getting better. Seth took her in his arms.
"You don't get any food," He teased.
"Do!"
"Girls don't get food, only me and Grandpa,"
"Liar!" Beth screamed. "Where Ryan?" Seth attempted to roll his eyes. He looked at Marissa.
"You really need your own kid, so Ryan can stop stealing mine," He laughed. Beth hit him.
"DADDY WHERE RYAN?!"
"OW! That hurt!"
"She gets it from me," Summer laughed. Beth hit Seth again.
"ANSWER! WHERE RYAN?!"
"Work, work, he's at work, stop the torture!" Seth held his arms up in surrender. "I give in; just don't hurt me, please,"
"Silly Daddy," Beth tutted, just like her Mom did. "SWIM!" She screamed.
"Ow, my ears," Seth moaned.
"SWIM!" Beth screamed again.
"Grandpa will swim with you," Seth handed his daughter to his dad.
"What?"
"GRANDPA!" Beth screamed ecstatically. Sandy shook his head.
"Let's get your swim costume on then," Sandy said, going back into the house. Ryan returned half an hour later. Sandy was still in the pool, Beth refused to get out.
"Hey, that didn't take long," Summer greeted him.
"Offices were locked, couldn't get any of it," Ryan said.
"Awesome."
"Ryan!" Sandy called. "Come swim, she won't get out and I'm bored,"
"RYAN SWIM!" Beth screamed.
"Ok," Ryan laughed. He went to the Seth and Summer's pool house. He kept a spare pair of swim trunks there. He got changed quickly. He ran and bombed into the pool, this cause Beth to erupt into laughter and start clapping. He let her splash him and played around. He went underwater and lifted her up onto his shoulders. She had a little ring that she sat in, she couldn't swim yet.
"MUMMY, MARISSA SWIM!" Beth screamed.
"No," They both said in unison.
"You want them to come swimming?" Ryan asked, grinning. Beth nodded. Ryan got out of the pool and walked towards where the others sat.
"Ryan! No, Ryan!" Sumer and Marissa shouted. He grabbed Marissa, lifted her over his shoulder. She hit his back and tried to wriggle out of it but he held tight. He threw her into the pool. Then it was Summer's turn. Neither were impressed.
"NOT FUNNY CHINO!" Summer shouted as Ryan stood on the poolside, looking down on them.
"Really?" Ryan laughed.
"Ryan I've got my jeans on!" Marissa complained.
"Oh well," Ryan grinned. "I was under command of Captain Beth," Ryan saluted Beth then walked away.