So when I first started posting this chapter, I didn't think anything really important happened until I realized this is 11 and 12 is the biggie. And for everyone who's been feeling badly for Monica, she does something in this chapter that's slightly stupid and not so cool. But, the results will make people happy, I think.

"I'm tired," Spiederman sighed a couple weeks later as he and Jude sat in the G-Major lobby, waiting on Tommy to finish up with Mason in studio B. "I'm just tired. Monica's getting sick all the time, Elise is there more and more, and I feel like I'm just suffocating."

Jude smiled. "Yeah, morning sickness sucks and parents get annoying. But, you'll get a beautiful baby out of it in four months."

"Yay," he replied dryly, closing his eyes. "I don't do well with kids."

"Mine adore you," she pointed out. "I mean, it was between you and Jamie for Sophie's Godfather and after meeting you, she begged."

He laughed. "I won't do well with my own kids. Like, with yours, I like 'em when they're good and fun, but when Lex starts crying, or even Isabelle, I can dump them off on you guys. Mine will get dumped back onto me."

"You ready?" Tommy asked, leading Mason out. "Cowboy's second album is finished."

"Yay!" Jude squealed, jumping up to hug her friend tightly. "Just hope your ballad quota is filled."

Tommy smirked. "Very funny."

"Wanna go out and celebrate?" Jude suggested. "Us four go out to dinner?"

"I'm in," Spiederman agreed. "Monica's probably cooking at home, but uhh, I don't care."

Mason shrugged. "I'm free."

"Cause you have no life," Jude added, dodging a slap in the arm. "Come on, Mase, when's the last time you went on a date?"

"I'm picky," he said simply. "That's all."

"And we don't know many gay men," Tommy put in. "No offense."

"No, I know," Mason agreed. "I don't. And I'm still not comfortable putting myself out there for the whole world, so it's hard, I guess."

They all rode to Daley's in Tommy's Range Rover, leaving Mason's truck and Spiederman's Jeep at the studio. On the ride there, Spiederman's phone rang.

"Yeah?" he answered, noticing it was Monica.

"Are you going to be home soon?" she wondered. "I'm making spaghetti."

"Well, don't," he told her. "Mason finished his second album so me, him, Jude, and Tommy are going out to Daley's for dinner."

She sighed. "Oh, okay. Well, when you get home, we desperately need to talk because I have something important to tell you."

"Fine," he said. "I'll be home later." He hung up and put his Sidekick into his pocket. "She's got something important to tell me. Hopefully it's that she's not pregnant and she just got fat."

Jude laughed. "Don't get your hopes up. You guys just found out that it's a boy."

"Goody," he smirked. "And she wants to name him Christian. Seriously, Christian Spiederman? That sounds horrible."

"Yeah, it's bad," Tommy nodded. "What do you like?"

"Umm, I don't know," he shrugged. "Picking names is the girl's job and I just have to agree. And in this case, I don't."

Jude saw the distant look in her best friend's eyes. "Spied, are you unhappy?"

"What?" he asked. "That's out of left field."

"You just look unhappy all the time now and it makes me sad," she told him.

He looked out his window. "I don't know," he admitted honestly. "I guess it's been a rough month for me, you know? But, I've realized that I need to finally move on, so I am." He
paused, as if unsure. "Well, I can try."

Their night at Daley's was fun and drama-free. Spiederman didn't once think about what Monica had to tell him and he remembered that he could have a good time without all the problems in his life.

"Hey, I'm home!" he called out later when he got to the loft around midnight. "Are you still awake?"

"In the living room," Monica said quietly. "We need to talk."

He found her and sat down on the recliner. "What's up?"

"This is probably going to make you mad," she explained. "But you have to know. Okay, so I think it's quite obvious that no matter what happens, my parents aren't very fond of you."

"To say the least," he put in. "Go on."

"Well, no matter what, I still am always going to try to please them," she continued. "And last week, during your 48-hour recording spree, they asked me to take a paternity test, and
I get the results tomorrow."

He stared at her. "Even I know those are dangerous. What were you thinking?!"

"I think they're looking for anyway to get rid of you," she mumbled. "And I did it to prove that they're gonna have to get used to you because you're not going anywhere. And I
promise, the baby is fine, the doctor swore on it."

"I can't believe this," he breathed. "I'm going to bed and you can sleep in the guest room tonight while I simmer." He stood up, walked to their room, and slammed the door.

The next morning, Jude and Tommy woke up and realized that the girls had spent the night with Maria, leaving the penthouse all to them.

"No kids," she said happily, holding onto him tightly. "It's blissful."

"It is," he agreed, kissing the top of her gorgeous blonde head. "And she's taking them to the zoo today, so it's all us."

Jude sighed peacefully. "Not that I don't love them, but they're tiring."

"Cause they're little girls," he reminded her. "They need constant attention." He smirked. "Just like their mother."

"Hey!" she cried, hitting him over the head with a small pillow. "I resent that, thank you very much."

"But I love you," he assured her, leaning his head down to kiss her softly. "And if we don't get out of bed all day, I'm okay with that."

"Me, too!" she squealed, pulling the covers up over their heads.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

"Don't," he warned. "It'll be Darius, telling you to come in today."

Jude poked her head out and looked at the LCD screen, flashing a picture of Spiederman's butt. "It's Spied, probably calling to whine about Monica." She threw the phone under their bed and went back to her husband.

Spiederman sat away from Monica and her parents in the waiting room at the doctor's office, mad that Jude still wasn't answering her phone, even this late in the afternoon. He needed advice about what to do cause he was still so angry that Monica had gone behind his back to do this.

"Robbins?" a nurse called, opening the door that led to the examining rooms.

"Ready?" Monica asked him as they followed her back. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Then why are we here?" he demanded. "I still think you're retarded for this."

"Now, when we ran the test, you were 100 sure the baby was his, correct?" Dr. Morgan asked, looking at the results on her clipboard.

"Yes," Monica nodded firmly. "I am."

Dr. Morgan sighed. "Well, my dear, I hate to tell you this, but I hope you weren't banking on that."

"Pardon?" Monica said weakly. "What are you talking about?"

"The DNA doesn't match," the doctor explained. "We can't be sure of who the father is, but it certainly isn't this young man."

Spiederman stared. "I can't believe this."

"No!" Monica cried. "That can't be right. It has to be his!" Just as she said that, she stopped, as if remembering something. "Oh."

Elise looked at her daughter. "Monica, what's going on?"

"Crap," she muttered. "The night of the non-wedding, as I hear it's now called, I went to the Blue Note and met up with Justin Reed."

"Oh, Justin!" Elise cried. "Please tell me this is his baby."

"Can you shut up so she can tell me why she trapped me for the last month?" Spiederman demanded.

"Anyways, we both got a little drunk that night and I slept with him," Monica continued. "Vince, I'm so sorry. swear, I thought this baby was yours."

He shook his head and stormed out of the building and stopped at his Jeep.

"Vince, wait!" she called, chasing after him. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know!" he yelled. "I'm in shock right now! How did you just forget about this Justin guy?"

Monica shrugged in defeat. "I guess I wanted to believe it was yours and I did. I mean, it was completely plausible, you know? We were together for almost 15 months." She looked at him and saw the sadness. "Go."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"I know what you're thinking," she said. "Your first thought when Dr. Morgan said it wasn't yours was her; I'm not stupid. Just go get her back."

Spiederman saw that genuine look in her eyes. "You're serious, aren't you?"

She pushed him to the driver's side door. "Go. You can thank me for this later."