She felt eyes all over her.

"Oh, that Oreo boy finally beat it?" The cashier asked, handing her the ice cream and her change.

Penny knew better than to answer those kinds of questions. She'd always end up fighting. Not giving a final look at the woman, she walked out of the store and saw Seaweed slumped in the front seat of the car Link had leant them. Opening the door, she scooted in next to him. "Here," Penny said, handing him an ice cream, "I know you said you didn't want anything, but I figured that might've just been the anger talking."

"It's," He took it from her hand and looked to her happily, "It's my favorite."

"Yeah," She nodded and gazed down at her clasped hands. "I know." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she licked her ice cream and a pang of guilt hit her straight in the chest. Again. "Listen," she told him, frowning, "I'm sorry for yelling in the car yesterday."

"It's okay."Seaweed gave a weak half smile and shrugged deeply, taking a bite out of the side of his cone, wondering if it was a good time to say his next line. There's no way she'd just tell him out of the blue. He had to do something, "But if you tell me what's wrong, I might understand a bit better..."

"I can't." Her words came so quick painfully he wondered if she even heard him. Her blonde hair was now forming a curtain over her eyes.

"Well, why not?" Seaweed asked, turning to look at her a bit closer.

"I just can't!" She croaked struggling to find a way to make him understand without telling him her secret. "I'm sorry, I can't."

If he wasn't upset before, he was now, he gripped the steering wheel with his free hand and shook his head, "I don't get it, Penny." He said sternly, "Relationships are about trust and telling the truth! Do you even love me anymore?"

Penny furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her legs, uncomfortably fidgeting in the seat, "Of course I do." She cried.

"Then why?!" He started talking a mile a minute, just ranting out everything he was confused about and everything bothering him without noticing the tears running down his girlfriend face, "If you love me, why would you want to hide something that makes you so upset from me?! We're supposed to be a team, we're supposed to be able to tell each other our problems and comfort each other! Why are you doing this to me?! Are you trying to brake up with me?! I'm sorry I don't understand, what are you so afraid of?! What are you gonna say that'll change how I feel? What's so important to keep a secret from me?! Why don't you just trust I'll be ready to help you with whatever's wrong?!"

"Because I'm pregnant!" She cried out, stopping him from saying any more. She dropped her head down to her knees and sobbed, "I'm pregnant."

Seaweed froze and stared at her, completely numb. Now he felt like a idiot. Completely. His dark eyebrows were practically at his hairline, mouth hanging open. He watched as her ice cream melted quickly and dripped down her wrist as she cried endlessly, her hand gripping hard on her knee.

"What?" He whispered, everything he was upset about evaporating completely from him, "You're what?"

"You heard me!" Penny said, her voice braking, "Don't play games!"

He inhaled deeply and stroked the back of her head, "Penny, baby you're not gonna do that, are you?" Seaweed asked, slow and apprehensive.

Her face twisted in confusion for a moment. That? What was that? She went a bit pale. Abortion, "Oh. God no. I'm keeping my baby. It deserves a life with it's mother and It's actual mother."

"Good," he breathed out. He'd never been more relieved. "Then, I want to get married."

"What?" She asked, sniffling.

"If were going to be a family, I want to get married. It's not because of the baby, it's because I love you. I love you so freaking much, and I want to be with you forever. We're still young, but we're not kids. We can do this, and I want to get married. You were my first love, and I want you to be my last." He said, watching her cup her mouth with both hands as a tear ran down her face, "I don't have a ring to offer you. This was kinda sudden, and it'll probably take a bit to get one, you know, because I'm black, but I swear, if you say yes, you're gonna have the best damn marriage you could ever hope for."

Penny couldn't believe it. This was not how she expected the day to be at all. Her dreams were coming true. Seaweed wanted to stay with her and take care of the baby. He wanted to be a family.

"So," he smiled nervously, "What do you say? Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" She wrapped her arms around him, crying tears that were now happy and not sad. She didn't want it any other way,

"So when do you think you want the wedding?" Tracy squealed as Edna who had just found out about the baby and the proposal excitedly came up behind her and held her shoulders.

Link chuckled and nodded happily. His closest friends besides Tracy were getting married with a baby on the way. He couldn't believe it!

"Well, we were talking on the way home and we want to make sure we have enough time to make everything perfect," Penny grinned, "but I also don't want to be showing too much..."

"You'll be just fine," Seaweed kissed her forehead. He was so happy that she was back to the way she normally was. He hated having to see her so upset. Even if Penny walked down to him in a trash bag she'd be more that beautiful to him. He hoped she knew that.

"I'm so, so happy for you guys!" Maybelle grinned, and blushed as Corny held her hand.

"Our weddings gonna be sometime in March," he said, laughing, "Lets just try not to have it on the same day, okay?"

Late at night, after everyone left, Tracy and Link laid together like they have since she first got here. Tracy was curled up into his chest and he was holding her like nothing else in the world mattered. Link breathed in her scent (as creepy as that sounds) and pressed his forehead to her soft hair. "Trace?" He whispered.

She just hummed in recognition, turning to face him with her eyes still closed, urging him to go on.

"Do you miss Baltimore?" Link asked quietly.

Tracy didn't say anything for a few moments and he'd figured she'd fallen asleep, but then she spoke softly, "Well, 'course I do. It's my home. I mean, it's home here, but Baltimores' always gonna be where I came from, you know? It's not like I can sing 'Good Morning Baltimore' to New York, either." She laughed into him.

Link nodded and held her tighter. A moment of silence passed while he worked up the nerve to talk again. This time, his words were so even and soft they seemed to drift and echo through the room, "I wanna go back. Baltimores just better for us, you know? I love the city, but it's not where I belong."

"Ok," she smiled and then frowned, "but what about your show?"

"The season will be over in a month," he told her.

"And what about the next season?"

He opened one sapphire eye to her playfully and smirked, "There is no next season, doll."

"Oh," She giggled, "Baltimore then?"

"Baltimore." Link confirmed, smiling. He noticed the dazed look on her face, and decided to tease her a bit, "unless you don't want to, I could always leave you here."

"No!" She replied quickly, "I miss my little city. I wanna go!"

"Okay then," he laughed, "Just like old times."

Tracy nodded, happy with the plan to be back in her true home. "Like old times."

He stayed silent for a bit, breathing quietly before he asked, "Hey Trace, what's Good Morning Baltimore?"

She giggled, and a bit embarrassed to share her the words she wrote about him and her town, shook her head, "It's just a song," she told him.

"I've never heard that song," Link commented softly, "sing it to me?"

"No!" Tracy exclaimed, laughing.

He tilted his head, frowning, "Why not?"

"'Cause," she whispered, "It's my song..."

"You wrote it?" He asked.

"Maybe," Tracy didn't make eye contact, face hot and red.

Link grinned, "Well now I just wanna hear it even more,"

Her timid smile spread across her cheeks and she gave a laugh, "No!"

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, closing an eye to her, "But I'm gonna get you to sing, just you wait Trace."

"Link!" Liz called out cheerfully.

The boy spun his head around to see his co-stars girlfriend once again wearing contacts with her hair curled. "Hi, um- Liz." It still need some getting used to. He was so proper with using her whole first name, changing that all of a sudden was a bit weird.

"You wanna go see a movie after recording today?" She asked confidently. What was she doing? She swore she'd never be the one to ask a guy a date. She never had a real boyfriend. Or at least, she'd never had a boyfriend that wasn't Norman. Link though, he would be different. She was so desperate for his affection that she was using his loyalty as a friend against him. They were friends right?

"Uh," he sighed, glancing around, "I can't. Besides, I think Norman would be upset." Link chuckled.

"Oh, where are you going?" Liz asked. She felt like a leach. She shouldn't question him so much. He had his own life too, after all.

"You know," He shrugged, "My apartment."

Was that an invitation? She grinned inwardly and stepped a bit closer to him, head hovering just above his shoulder. "We can hang out there." She told him.

He looked almost uncomfortable. Almost. But he was doing a great job of hiding it. What was happening? "Um, sorry. I'd feel like I was betraying my girlfriend if you came over, ya know? And I love her so,"

"What?" She asked shortly, more curt than he'd ever heard her.

Link was taken aback. "My girlfriend," he said again, "she might get upset and I don't-"

"No, I heard you! Your girlfriend?!" Liz said in a whisper scream. She furrowed her brows, upset, "You're just telling me this now?! What's her name? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Yes. Tracy." Link raised an eyebrow, "Why're you so hacked at me? I didn't think you'd care."

"That lard?!" She scoffed.

Crap.

She had meant to say it in her head, but now Link had heard her, loud and clear. His usually kind, blue eyes had a new kind of fire. Not a passionate one. A fire of hate and disgust. "Hey, you'd better watch it!" He told her, standing tall, "And to think I thought you were different." Link said before turning on his heal and leaving her on the verge of tears.

"Wait! Please!" She ran after him.

He spun around abruptly and looked at her seriously, putting his hands up, "Listen Elizabeth,"

Oh no. There's the whole name again.

"You can't call my girlfriend animal fat and then come racing after me apologizing!" He told her angrily, "That's not how it works!"

"You don't get it, Link." Liz spat, unhappy as ever.

Link was practically boiling with frustration. This girl... "What? What don't I get!?"

Her voice cracked. He'd never gotten mad at her before this, "How hard I worked for you! For your attention! I fell in love with you, and then to find out you have a girlfriend, it's heartbreaking!"

"You didn't fall In love with me," Link said, "You fell in love with who you thought I was. That's not me. This is me!"

Liz wrapped her arms around his neck. "But I still like you like this too. You see, I love all of you. That Tracy girl, she means nothing." She whispered seductively.

"No!" He pried her hands off, "No! She means everything to me! Her and I, we're gonna be together forever, and we're gonna get married and have beautiful little kids, just you wait!" He didn't know why he was rambling on about kids. He knew that was only a few steps from impossible. Link pointed his finger to her and walked away, feeling somewhat resolved. He wasn't gonna look back. Not ever.