"Freddie, can we go in there real quick?" Daphne said as she and Fred passed by Bath and Body Works. She always enjoyed the fragrant smells of the store when she would walk by. Daphne had only been in there once, with Mary Jane, when Shaggy and Mary Jane had been dating, but that had been ages ago.

"Daph, I thought you said you only wanted to pick out shirts!" Fred whined. He was in a better mood then earlier, since Daphne's mind was off of their lost children, and was focusing on their twins. Daphne smiled. She knew exactly why he didn't want to go in. When they were younger she'd enjoyed testing perfumes on him, so she could find the one that smelled the best. Fred had despised it, saying that he was too 'manly' for it, but in the end he always turned out to be the lab rat.

"Please Freddie? I'll only spray a little on you." She started to head over, but Fred pulled her back. Daphne realized he had had too many bad memories to correct it. "Fine. The store I want to go to is up here to the left." Fred was surprised by how quickly she had given it up. Daphne would usually beg and give him her big puppy eyes, to which Fred found impossible to say no to. He shook it off. After earlier, he wasn't too sure how she would act.

They walked silently over to the maternity store. It was exceptionally crowded in the mall today for some reason. Not that it mattered, since the maternity store was usually empty, except for the employees. Apparently it was a little more expensive then some pregnant women would pay. Daphne liked it for that reason, as well as some of the styles it offered. They were more up-to-date them some of the other stores in the mall.

As they entered the store, a heavily pregnant and chubby lady wobbled out of it, with an angry look on her face. Fred bent down to whisper in Daphne's ear. "Maybe they just didn't have her size." He had found it amusing, and distracting Daphne in a public place wasn't the easiest thing to do. Apparently Daphne had found it a bit rude.

"You know I'll be that way in a couple months!" Fred shrugged, following Daphne down a walkway to the back of the store. Daphne liked some of the dresses in the back. She was running out of business clothes to wear. They were all getting to small for her. She knew that she wasn't that big yet, but she did look like she was much farther along then she was. Blame it on the twins.

When they were out of earshot of the check out counter in the middle of the store, Fred said, "But you'll be my hot pregnant wife! There's a difference you know." Daphne smiled.

"I hope so." She was going to add more, but she got distracted by beautiful purple dress. Fred looked over as well.

"You're gonna wear that to the hospital?"

"Well, no…but I know that some of the coworkers are going to throw a baby shower too. It would be nice to have this dress." She reached out and touched the soft fabric. Fred rolled his eyes. There was no way Daphne wouldn't get the dress…it was the first time she hadn't complained about being too huge to fit into anything decent. He let her continue to stare appraisingly at the dress, but he turned around to find something else she could get. His eyes landed on a couple of different colorful shirts being displayed. They had little witty sayings on them, which Fred always enjoyed reading.

He went over to them, after reassuring Daphne (she truly wasn't paying any attention to him) that he would just be over by the display. He smiled at the first one a navy blue shirt that said My Pod Has Two Peas in light green lettering. He moved on to the next one. It was a pink shirt, with white lettering. He laughed. Daphne might like it. He chose a small of the Haute Mama. He looked at the next one, picking it up as well. Even if Daphne wouldn't like it, he knew that any other person would.

"Look Daph, I found some shirts that you might like." He avoided the wide swing of her belly turning to look at him, and then held them out to her. She smiled, looking up at him.

"You expect me to wear these?"

"You wouldn't?" He asked. "I think Haute Mama would suit you well."

"Was that your sick way of trying to make me laugh?" She put her hands on her hips.

"Perhaps." He smiled holding out his favorite shirt, Knocked Up. Daphne looked like she was in shock for a moment, before giggling. "You like it?" He asked. He knew she did. Who doesn't like shirts with cute little sayings on them? Well, not Fred, since he was too manly, but he knew that his wife would.

"No." She pushed his arm away playfully.

"Aww, why not?"

"Because it would look better on you." She smiled wider this time. Fred grinned.

"Really? But I didn't get knocked up as it clearly states." Fred pointed out. Daphne nodded.

"Point well taken." She turned absentmindedly back to the pretty purple dress. "So, do you think I should get this? I mean, it's nice…" She trailed off. Fred had gone back to the display, picking out a white shirt this time. "Look, just choose the one you'd want to get. It's not like I'd wear those for myself." Even though they look really comfortable. She didn't like to admit it, but Fred had a great sense of style. After being married with him for a couple of years, he knew exactly what she liked and didn't like. It was nice.

AN: Hey guys, I'm sooo sorry I didn't update fast enough (holds up hands to deflect the mob of angry people), but hey! I was busy, okay? I was in Disney World a couple of weeks ago, and then I had the most amazing amount of make up work to do. I also had a lot of FUN projects…don't we just all love them? Alright peoples…tell me what you think of a prequel to What If. I have some amazing ideas, and would be willing to share a little.