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A/N-This is probably one of the more…random chapter that I've written recently. It's in Seth's POV just because I haven't done any in his in this story lately. Anyways, I just wanted to say thanks to alpha spyda for some really great suggestions, to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, and to Meg for editing for me!

Seth had been having a rather pleasant sleep, he really was. It was a nice deep sleep, one that you fall into when you're really tired, which he was. He had gotten up at four in the morning because someone whose name rhymed with bummer wanted pancakes-and not the bunny. And she wanted them made from a recipe that her grandmother used that she somehow had. At four in the morning. Of course, they didn't have anything to make them with so he had to go and hunt down the ingredients. All in all it wasn't a pleasant morning.

On top of that, he got to work late due to a Summer mood swing in which he swears he was about to be decapitated. All he did was, apparently, tell her that she looked fat. He never actually said those words. He actually didn't say anything to her, considering he hadn't exactly heard what she had said to him and it wasn't his fault that he had selective hearing. He tended to tune her out when she got that whiny tone in her voice. It was just the way that he was.

So after being woken up way too early, being late to work, his boss being pissed at him, he also got to come home to an empty apartment since Summer was out with that stupid guy Jude.

And then he ended up staying later than he had intended as he wanted to make sure Summer got home all right. That was a large mistake on his part because she didn't get home until well after midnight-he had been half asleep on the couch.

He finally got to his bed and fell into the wonderful deep sleep. He had been having a dream about a human sized Pancakes and him running through fields of grass-totally ridiculous, but in his dreamland it was quite a nice adventure.

That was when he woke up due to the cold feet that he felt on his bare legs. He was confused and still half asleep-for a minute he thought that the human sized Pancakes from his dream really existed. That was when he realized that the cold feet that he was feeling belonged to none other than the woman carrying his baby.

"Summmmerr," he groaned. He didn't have time to deal with her at the moment. He wanted sleep, a real night's sleep. It had been so nice, he just wanted it back.

"Sh, I'm sleeping," she responded quietly. "And so is Pancakes."

Seth opened his eyes and sure enough the bunny was now sitting in his cage on top of Seth's dresser.

"Why aren't you and Pancakes sleeping in your own room? You know, one of the many reasons that we got the 2 bedroom apartment?" Seth wondered.

"You mean toy box," Summer replied.

"Whatever. It gives us a roof, that's all that matters. Now, tell me again why you are in my bed? Emphasis on the my in that sentence."

"Mine is uncomfortable," Summer said in a sleepy tone. He already knew that he was losing her to sleep.

"No it's not. I've sat on it plenty of times, I think it's comfortable."

"No it isn't. I hate it."

"So you decide it's just fine to come in mine? You know there's a couch too that you could totally sleep on."

"Yea, that's uncomfortable."

"But Summer this is my bed." Yes, he was whining to her and he realized he sounded like a five year old. He didn't care anymore. He wanted to just continue on with his good night of sleep alone in his bed.

It wasn't that he really minded Summer coming into his bed. Okay, well, yes, he did. But it wasn't for the obvious reasons of her taking up his bed space. Truthfully he didn't really need that much space in his bed. It was more the thought that she was sleeping in the same bed as him and that they weren't a couple. He knew that he couldn't slip his arm around her, that he couldn't lean over and softly kiss her cheek-well, unless he wanted to lose some valuable body parts that is.

He looked at her, trying to urge her out of his bed with his mind. When that didn't work-and he tried for a good minute-he gave up. He lost, once again. He would give in to just about anything when it came to Summer.

He lay in bed trying to fall back asleep. He was almost there when he heard a loud snore coming from Summer. He was slightly alarmed for a minute, as he thought it had come from Pancakes, but then he realized. It was definitely Summer, which was weird considering last week when she had come into his room, she hadn't snored at all. That was when he realized she probably didn't snore normally. It was just the forces of the world working against him to ensure that sleep didn't come to him at all that night.

Summer moved closer to him, pushing him farther against the wall. He sighed as he curled up in his approximately one inch of space. This was going to be a long night.

Seth crawled out of bed at about an hour after he had actually fallen asleep. At first it was the snoring that kept him up. Then it was the constant moving of Summer and then for some reason at one point she started conversing with him. He carried on the conversation with her as normal, wondering why at three o'clock in the morning she wanted to discuss the weather, but she had weird little quirks about her and he just assumed this was another one, so he went along with it, discussing the beautiful weather in Southern California.

He finally clued in that she was talking in her sleep when she said something along the lines of 'it's raining purple ponies' and then muttered the word 'mushaboom' several times before falling back asleep completely. That was when he decided that the world was fully against him because he seriously hadn't heard her talk in her sleep before. It wasn't fair that all of this weirdness about her the one night when he really really wanted his sleep.

Up he stayed until about five when finally even his annoyance at everything couldn't fight off the sleep that he desperately needed. It was a nice little sleep that he enjoyed immensely-that is, until the alarm started the angry beeping at him as it did every morning at 6:15. He glared at the bright red numbers that were most definitely mocking him. He wasn't sure why or how alarm clock numbers were even capable of doing so, but to him, at that moment, it all made sense.

He noticed that Summer was no longer in his bed and he wondered if he had just had a really terrible dream. Then he realized that if it was a dream, the night wouldn't have gone quite how he did.

He groaned as he pulled himself out of the bed and into the hallway. He usually took a shower first thing in the morning but he needed coffee. Desperately. That was all that his mind was set on at that moment.

He walked into the kitchen to see Summer cheerfully eating a Pop-Tart while reading the paper. He glared at her then continued his quest for coffee.

"'Morning Cohen," Summer said, all that cheerfulness that he had seen emanating itself in her voice.

He didn't respond. He was looking for the coffee. He couldn't find it anywhere. He searched through the drawers and didn't see it anywhere.

"What are you doing?" Summer inquired.

"Coffee." He was at the point where cavemen answers would suffice.

"There is none."

He turned around sharply, letting the cupboard door slam behind him. "What now?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Seriously, I swear we go through this discussion all the time. You said, and I am quoting you 'I don't want any coffee to be near you so you aren't tempted to drink it so our child doesn't have a third eye'."

He paused. "I told you that when I said not to get any X-rays of any sort. Not coffee."

"Oh. Whatever," Summer shrugged, "I'm not the one who threw out all the coffee."

He groaned. She was right. He did do that. The things that you repress when you are that tired…

"I'm going to go shower," Seth said, hoping that would maybe wake him up.

It didn't do the trick exactly but it was good enough. It at least gave him the ability to keep his eyes open. He had full intentions of going to get a very large coffee on the way to work. Possibly two.

When he stepped out of his room, he looked at Summer who was sitting on the couch.

"You look nice this morning," he stated.

"Are you sure I don't look fat in this?"

He opened his mouth and then closed it. He realized that he actually had to think before he spoke in this situation. "I think that it looks really great on you. Really really…great." He needed to think of better adjectives, that's what he decided.

"Thanks." She smiled at him. "Oh and thanks again for letting me sleep in your bed last night. I had a really good night sleep actually, one of the best ones that I've had recently."

"That's good, I'm glad. You can come in anytime." Secretly he was thinking something completely opposite, but he was refraining from saying so.

She tugged at her shirt, looking down at it. "Are you sure this looks okay?"

"Yes, Summer, I already told you that it looks fantastic." Aha, he knew he could come up with a better adjective!

"Okay…it's just I'm going out with Jude after work today and I want to look nice."

That was a sure way to kill the good mood he had started. "You're going out with Jude again?"

"Yea," Summer nodded her head, not divulging anymore information after that.

Seth didn't know if he had the better end of this anymore. Last week, when this whole Jude thing started, he had been happy that she wasn't telling him much of anything about what happened between the two. Now though…he kind of wished she pretended that he was her best friend. He wanted to know if they were serious or what. Basically, he wanted the details of the relationship.

"Hey, do you think maybe that you could take my car to work today?" Summer asked after a few minutes had passed.

"Sure, why do you not feel like your own car will match your shoes or something?" he teased.

"No, it was making funny noises yesterday. I don't want to be driving around in it and have it break down on me."

"So you want it to break down when I drive it?"

"Hello, I'm pregnant and a girl. You don't want me to be driving and all of the sudden it to break down in this shady little side road and me to be abducted now do you?"

"No, you're right, I would never ever want something like that to happen. I'll take it as long as you promise me that you'll get it looked at soon just because I don't want to have to drive around with the chance of it breaking down on me."

"Okay."

Seth looked at the clock, realizing that he needed to leave soon if he wanted to get to work on time with the large coffee. He stood up, wishing Summer goodbye before leaving the 'toy box' apartment, ready to start his day.

Seth was beginning to hate the word 'Cohen'. He really was.

All day his boss was calling his name for him to do something, despite the other people who were totally capable of doing the job. He knew that it was because he was the newbie still, only having worked there for about four and a half months.

Plus that whole spilling his whole coffee on his boss when he walked into the building probably didn't help him out in any way.

It was just every five minutes his name was being called out. It was Cohen this, Cohen that. He had to stay later than normal so that he could take care of some crap that had been messed up by someone else. He had almost got out of it, as it wasn't clear if his boss had said 'Cohen' or 'Campbell'. Before Seth could escape and leave it to Campbell, his name had been repeated loudly and clearly. There was no way he was getting out of this one.

He looked up, noting that the office was near empty now. He looked at the clock, realizing that it was way later than he thought that it was. He had been working in a trance like way, not realizing that everyone around him had been leaving. He decided that he should probably get going-which his stomach whole-heartedly agreed with this decision.

He walked to Summer's car, debating where he was going to pick up something for dinner. He didn't have to worry about Summer as she was already out with Jude, so he could get something to eat that she didn't like.

He started the car and decided to just stop at the first fast food place that he saw. He decided to just keep it simple, as he intended on going home, eating, and then crashing on his bed. It sounded like the best plan to him and he decided to stick with it.

He was just driving along, keeping his eyes open for a place to pull into. As he was doing this, he started to notice the funny noises that Summer had previously mentioned. He noticed this and the fact that there was smoke coming out from underneath the hood of the car. He immediately pulled over to try and figure out what was wrong with the car.

That was when he realized he knew absolutely nothing about cars and even if he did, what could he do to fix a car in an abandoned parking lot. He kind of wished that he had picked a restaurant parking lot to stop in. At least then he would have been able to eat something.

He sighed, getting out of the car, just in case it blew up. He stood looking at it, not a clue what he should do. He decided that it was best to call someone.

He couldn't call Summer, she was on her date with Jude and probably wouldn't pick up the phone. He knew that there was a chance that Ryan would pick up but then he remembered that he had been planning a date with Taylor for that night. His parents had gone out of town for a few days, something involving business he thought. He hadn't really been paying attention, as he did more often than he should.

He realized that was basically all the people he knew. Well. He was screwed.

He gave a frustrated sigh, leaning against his car. There had to be someone he knew that would pick up his phone call. He opened up his phone to look to see and came across a number that he hadn't called before and he hadn't even known was in his phone. He realized Summer must have put it in there, something he was actually really happy that she did.

He thought for a minute that it would be awkward and maybe he shouldn't call. Then his stomach growled and he decided that he didn't care about awkwardness. He needed to call someone and she was his only option.

He dialed the number and almost let out a cry of joy when she picked up.

"Hey, Marissa? It's Seth Cohen, you know Summer's…whatever she's calling me."

"I know who you are Seth. The phone did tell me so."

"Ah right. Well, long story short, I took Summer's piece of crap car to work and it broke. I'm stranded in the middle of a parking lot, hungry, cold, lonely, and-"

"Where are you?"

He gave her the location that he was at, then hung up. He was thankful that at least someone was going to come and get him.

"Bye Marissa, thanks again."

"Anytime. Tell Summer that she better get a new car."

"I will."

Seth waved once more, then started walking to the apartment. Marissa had picked him up from the parking lot and after calling a tow truck for the car, took him to get food. He was so gracious for her and they ended up having a good time. He hadn't spent much time with anyone who wasn't pregnant or his coworker so it was nice to just have a break from the normal talk that came with it.

Now he was ready to go home to sleep and actually get an adequate amount of sleep. It was going to be a nice day tomorrow, as it was a Saturday, enabling him to sleep in. He was so looking forward to that.

He let himself in the apartment and was surprised to hear that the television was still on. He had thought that Summer would still be out.

"Summer?" he called, walking into the small living room.

"Seth?!" she turned her head around to face him.

The first thing he noticed was that her face was red as if she had been crying. At first his mind immediately jumped to something that Jude might have done to her and he was ready to go find the guy. When she stood up and threw her arms around him, he realized it must have been something else.

"Whoa, what's this for?" he asked. Not that he wasn't enjoying being hugged by her or anything, it was just rather out of the blue.

"I thought you were dead!" she sobbed, fresh tears coming out of her eyes.

"You what now?" he questioned. That wasn't really what he was expecting to come out of her mouth.

"There was a horrible accident near where you work! And someone who died in the accident wasn't identified, all that was known was that the person was a young male."

"Well, look I'm not dead."

"I know but it could have been you. I really thought that it was you."

"You're glad that it wasn't though right?" This received a glare in response. "Right, no jokes. Gotcha."

"I shouldn't have made you take my car."

"Actually, it was better that I did. It did end up breaking down. That's why I'm so late. Marissa came and picked me up and-"

"Wait, Marissa?"

"Yea. I called her because I needed someone and she was the most available."

"Why didn't you call me? I would have gotten you."

"You were out with Jude. I didn't want to disturb you."

"You should have. Then you wouldn't have had me freaking out for the past two hours that you were dead."

"I-," he paused. He didn't particularly feel like arguing any of this with her right at that moment. It was almost a guarantee that it would not end pleasantly. "You're right. I should have called you."

"You're right you should have."

"Next time I break down, I will definitely call you, no matter what is going on. Even if you are on a date."

Summer rolled her eyes at him but was smiling at the same time. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

Seth thought about this for a minute. He had a really nice comfortable bed waiting for him and he really wanted to go to it. Summer was giving him the look though, the one that meant he didn't really have a choice in what he did.

"Of course I do Summer."

The two started their usual argument about what they wanted to watch. Finally, they made a decision-Seth finally winning this one-and started the movie.

He was really enjoying the movie, glad that for once it was not about a girl falling in love with a guy. He was surprised he was still up but he managed. Apparently, Summer didn't agree with his thoughts.

"Cohen, this is boring," she yawned halfway through the long movie.

"Shh, this is the good part."

"I'm going to bed. You should probably do so too. It's already past midnight and we have to be out of here by 9."

He looked at her. "What now?"

"Don't tell me you forgot."

"I, erm, forgot?"

She sighed. "We have my doctor's appointment in the morning. You promised you would come to this one. And then you said we could go shopping."

He visibly winced. He had managed to avoid going to the doctor's with Summer so far, as they freaked him out a lot, but he knew he couldn't get out of this one. And shopping…as fun as that sounded, he had to figure a way to get out of it.

"Do we have to leave so early? I vaguely remember you telling me it wasn't until noon."

"It's at 11:30. We're meeting Coop for breakfast and she's coming with us."

"Then you can do the shopping with her?"

"No, we're all going together. No backing out of this, we're getting baby stuff remember?"

He should have known this wasn't going to be something he could get out of. "Where are we going to be putting said baby stuff? There's no room."

"You're the one who picked the toy box to live in, not me," she said. "Make sure you're up by seven okay?"

He sighed. He was never going to get his sleep.