Next Morning

Rachael was pacing outside her father's office at Bio Labs wringing her hands repeatedly. Her father was in a meeting with several business executives, and since they'd returned from Boston, Martin wasn't bothering her, heck he never went near her, and she suspected Eric had something to do with it. The door opened and she stepped back as three men stepped out, including Eric. Two kept walking past her but Eric stopped and gripped her hands tightly.

"He said you can go in now." He whispered. "I'll be right here when you need me." Rachael nodded to him, unable to speak for fear of throwing up again and slipped into the room where she saw Wes leaning over their father's desk with Alan Collins sitting in his chair, hand on his chin looking thoughtful.

"Hey Dad."

He looked up and smiled at his daughter. "Rachael, you wanted to see me?" Alan looked up at his son and Wes started for the door.

"No!" Rachael said quickly. "You might as well stay."

"Well I was going to go call Courtney…"

"No, stay." Rachael laughed soft and uncomfortably. "You'll find out anyway." Alan and Wes exchanged a confused look and the elder turned back to his daughter.

"Rachael, what's wrong."

The raven haired beauty shifted uneasily and her gaze shifted to the floor. After a deep breath and intense fear she spit it out quickly. "I'm pregnant." The words blurred together as she said them in one breath and she looked up and saw the blank faces of her brother and father.

"You what?" Alan asked his voice uncharacteristically soft and gentle. Wes only stared as Rachael took another deep breath and repeated herself.

"I'm… pregnant."

"With this secret boyfriend of yours?" Alan said, his voice getting angry, "I was beginning to think he didn't exist at all, but now I'm prepared to kill him."

"Dad it's just as much my fault as it is his." Rachael said, stepping closer to his desk.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Afraid of me actually meeting the slob?"

"I didn't want you to fire him!" Rachael realized her mistake the moment the words left her mouth.

"He's one of my employees." Alan said slowly, his voice full of danger. "A Silver Guardian?" Rachael nodded in defeat and Wes leaned back against the wall in surprise.

"Who, Rachael." He said kindly looking at his sister. She looked up.

"You'll never believe me."

"Try me."

Rachael closed her eyes for a moment and crossed the room to the door and opened it a slight bit so only she could see who was standing outside of it. Eric nodded seriously and pulled the door open wider and stepped into the room, holding her hand and leading her back to the desk. Wes' eyes were bugged out of his head and Mr. Collins had frozen at his desk to see the Co-captain of his Silver Guardians standing with his daughter who was pregnant with their child.

"Captain Myers." Alan said slowly. Eric nodded, but didn't speak and squeezed Rachael's hand tightly, the only outlet of his anxiety. "Do you love my daughter?" Mr. Collins asked, grabbing the attention of all three twenty somethings.

"Yes sir."

"And if right now I told you that the only way I would accept this would be if you got married, would you marry her?" Rachael made an angry noise, but Alan stopped her from answering with a hand. Eric squeezed her hand again gently.

"Yes sir."

That Evening, Eric's House

Rachael lay on top of Eric's warm body on his couch and idly watched the pictures fly across the screen, more enjoying the fact they'd lived through the day more than anything. Eric's hand was absently rubbing his hand up and down her upper arm and it was making her ticklish.

"I can't believe we're alive." She murmured as Eric's eyes flickered down to her.

"What do you mean?"

The girl sat up, her dark black hair falling around her face, "You just told the most powerful man in the state that you're the father of my unborn child. It takes a lot for someone to say that."

"That's not really a nice way to put it."

"It's better than calling myself a whore."

"Good point. When are you due?" Eric's brows knit and Rachael sat back.

"Well, I haven't been to the doctor yet, but I would say nine months from that week which makes it around… December."

"Wes and Courtney are expecting in October, they'll be close cousins."

"I hope so." Rachael slipped her arms around him and sighed deeply. "I hope for a lot of things." After a few more moments of only the television talking, Eric couldn't resist but to ask another question.

"Rach, I have to ask you something." He shifted so she sat up and looked in his eyes, curiosity filling her own. "Do you want to get married?" He was referring to the question her father had asked him earlier. Alan Collins had shook Eric's hand and told him that it was fine by him whether they married or didn't, as long as Rachael was happy. They'd left content, and subject to Wes' millions of accusations and questions, and by the time they'd gotten away, Mr. Collins had asked Rachael to be home early, something she called a curfew.

"I don't know." She said softly in reply. "I mean I love you, but I'm not sure. Do you?"

Eric looked at the wall and off into space. Rachael watched him and could tell he was thinking deeply, many thoughts running through his head. "Yes, I do actually." He said definitely. Rachael sat up.

"Why? I mean, we've known each other a long time, but we've only been together for a month. How can you know we won't screw up?"

"I know I love you more than anything else, and have for a while." He started, muting the television. "I know that I can provide for you and this one." He tickled her stomach and she laughed lightly. "I just know."

"Then I know too." Rachael said softly, leaning in to kiss him. He kissed her back and gave her a look.

"Does this mean…?"

"Nope." She got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to the table, grabbing her keys off of it. Eric got up and followed her and grabbed her arm.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, his old menacing behavior returning, but Rachael wasn't fazed.

"You think I'm going to let that be a proposal? I may be pregnant with your child but I'm not going to be that easy to please buddy." She grabbed his arm and pulled him to her and they kissed for a moment and then she pulled back. "Good night." She turned and exited his house with a flourish and Eric sat down on the kitchen chair. Rachael had to be the most hyperactive person he knew, and totally opposite from his personality, but he wasn't the hardass he had been for so many years. He stood and grabbed the sleek black phone from the wall and dialed an out of town phone number and waited.

"Grace?" He said as the person on the other end picked up.

"Yes, who's this?"

"It's Eric."

"Eric!" The woman said happily. "How are you?"

"I'm good; I have some news to tell you. How's Mom doing?"

"Mom's pretty good, pretty out of it though. The Alzheimer's is getting worse." Eric was quiet for a moment thinking about his mother's illness. Their mother had acquired it at a young age, but nonetheless suffered more than either of her children had wanted. Eric had been a surprise for her and her husband, but a happy one despite that. Grace, Eric's only sibling had made a better life for herself, marrying a rich man and settling down in Florida with him to raise their four kids. Being seven years older than he was, Grace hadn't been close to her brother, but had helped take care of him and their mother after their father's death. Both women had put their money together to send Eric to the Prep school but that had only worked to his advantage by introducing him to the Collins'.

"Eric, are you alright?" Grace's voice cut into the thoughts.

"Yeah." Eric cleared his throat and looked at the table. "Grace, I need to tell you something."

"Anything Eric."

"I've been dating this girl." He started and Grace's excited squeal.

"Oh Eric that's great!" Grace said happily. "Are you going to ask her to marry you?"

"Sort of."

"What do you mean 'sort of'?" Grace sounded amused at her younger brother's avoiding the subject.

"Grace, she's pregnant."

Silence. Grace froze. The thirty year old woman stood in her kitchen, hands in the food she was cooking. "Eric…" Her voice faded and Eric swallowed and laughed lightly.

"Her father didn't take it well either."

Grace laughed and set down her knife. "I'm sure, oh Eric, a baby?"

"I've heard pregnancy usually results in babies, yes."

"Smartass." Eric laughed at the annoyance in his sister's voice; it vanished as she spoke again. "I can't believe you're going to be a father little brother."

"Me either." Eric leaned back in his chair and sighed. "She said I'm allowed to propose, and I think she'll want to get married before the baby."

"She's allowing you?" Grace sounded amused. "Damn bro you're whipped."

"Now who's the smartass?"

Grace laughed brightly, "I think I can make a trip up there for a wedding, the kids would love to see their Uncle Eric again."

"Grace, you'll love her."

"If you do, I'm sure I'll have no problem." Grace's smile radiated through the phone. "Love you little bro."

"I don't deserve a sister like you." Eric said. "Love you too."

Later

Rachael threw her keys on her dresser and flopped back on her bed. There wasn't anyone she wanted to see at this moment than her best friend, who happened to live a thousand years in the future.

"I missed you too." An amused female voice said from the dark corner of her bedroom. Rachael sat up and there she stood.

"Bronwyn!" Rachael lunged off of her bed and gripped her best friend tightly. "You have no idea how much I missed you." Bronwyn threw her head of blonde hair back in laughter.

"I wasn't aware." Bronwyn laughed as Rachael released her. The girls fell back onto Rachael's bed, Bronwyn at the foot, Rachael leaning on her pillows. "So how's life in the twenty-first century?"

"Complicated. How's the year 3000?"

"Fine." Bronwyn didn't stop smiling. Rachael's eyes lit up and she played with her fingernails.

"I can see that rock from here you know."

Bronwyn looked up suddenly in shock at her best friend's claim. Her left hand flew to her mouth and the large diamond was apparent on her ring finger. "You're still a know it all."

"Yup, now spill."

"Lucas and I just reconnected after the whole ranger thing." Bronwyn smiled happily, the two scooting closer and laughing. "Thing's turned out to be really great, and I'm here because Logan gave me permission to bring you to the future for the wedding." Bronwyn waited for what she was sure was Rachael's excited response. But it didn't come, instead the raven haired girl smiled while the wheels were obviously turning in her head. "You don't look excited."

"No, I am, it's just… when is it?"

Bronwyn's face fell, watching her best friend. "Early November."

Rachael swallowed. "I can't be in your wedding." She said softly to her best friend, feeling guilty for letting her down. Bronwyn's mouth dropped open.

"Why?" She stood up from the bed and put her hands on her hips, thoroughly insulted. Rachael stood up and tried to speak but Bronwyn wouldn't let her.

"No, Rachael, you're my best friend. I came all the way through time, using a brand new personal time system to ask you! I can't believe…."

"I'm pregnant!" Rachael shouted loudly. Bronwyn froze and stared at her, mouth gaping. "Bronwyn, I can't be in your wedding because in November I'll be about eight months pregnant."

Bronwyn's eyes widened and she sat back on Rachael's bed in shock. "Pregnant? How?"

Rachael grinned and sat down next to her best friend. "I don't think you really want me to answer that question." Bronwyn rolled her eyes, making Rachael explode into laughter.

"Seriously Rachael." Bronwyn looked at her best friend. "Who's the father?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Rachael got up and wandered to her window and looked out of it. "Dad and Wes' faces went whiter than your shirt."

Bronwyn glanced down at her black short shorts and crisp white t-shirt. It was a clean white shirt, almost luridly so. "Do I know him?" Rachael's non-response practically answered her question. "Who is he." It wasn't a question, more of a command.

"Eric."

Bronwyn froze. "Eric? Hardheaded hardass Eric? The one who you fought with almost every time you were in close proximity with each other?" Rachael smiled and turned back from the window and closed Bronwyn's mouth with her own hand.

"Yes, that Eric." She rolled her eyes and leaned back on her bed. Bronwyn awkwardly sat down on the bed near her feet. "I'm still not even sure what happened." She said softly. "Dad and Wes were out of town in Boston and I didn't want to go home because of the empty mansion. I hate that house so much when it's empty. I know Mom felt the same way. But anyway, my car was in the shop so I started walking home until he made me get in his SUV for a ride. I kinda told him I hated the house, so he took me to his house for dinner." She laughed. "He served me an omelet! There was nothing else in his refrigerator at all, not even milk. We talked the whole time, about our childhood's lives, everything, even about you guys." She said referencing the other rangers. Bronwyn sat there and watched Rachael talk, although the girl was staring at her ceiling.

"He doesn't have a dishwasher so we washed them by hand, I dried them. After the last plate he was just looking at me and moved closer and… we kissed. After that, well," She blushed, "You can figure that out."

"Junior was conceived?" Bronwyn asked, her tone slightly amused.

"Yes, the first damn time." Rachael grinned at her friend who laughed. "That was the only time we didn't use protection."

"It wasn't your first time ever…"

"No, it wasn't, but I sort of wish it had been."

Bronwyn's eyebrows quirked again and Rachael sat up. "Why? Eric's a pain."

"Yeah he is but," Rachael shrugged, "I love him." The last words came out in a whisper almost like she didn't believe it herself.

"Wow." Bronwyn's voice came in with a little shock. "Well, there's still no reason you can't be in my wedding." The brunette stood and put on a business like manner and turned to the raven haired girl. "I'll make the bridesmaid dresses flexible for you."

"Bronwyn…" Rachael protested standing up and gripping her friends arm. Bronwyn smiled and turned back to her friend.

"No excuses. Besides, right now I might want to go bother your brother." She eyed the door. "D'you think he's still up."

"Probably, he and Courtney go to bed rather late these days." Rachael replied, watching the other girl's face.

"Oh well then let's go…" Bronwyn froze. "Courtney? Who's Courtney?"

"His wife." Rachael replied and Bronwyn's mouth dropped open. "Oh and she's pregnant too." She laughed brightly at Bronwyn's shocked face.

"Don't you Collins' ever slow down?" She sat on Rachael's bed to absorb the news. The dark haired girl sat next to the blonde with a grin on her face.

"Not usually. I'd feel better if you told me that Jen's doing ok." She winced and turned to Bronwyn who smiled brightly at the mention of her sister.

"Jen's got a really nice guy, he's tall dark and handsome and makes me weak at the knees!"

Rachael laughed with relief. "Good, and won't Lucas get jealous of you looking at your sister's beau?"

"Never! He's too arrogant!" She laughed. "I want to bother your brother now." She left Rachael's room and stopped and turned back to her grinning best friend. "Um, I take it they don't live in Wes' old room anymore."

"Nope." Rachael stood and went out the door and to the top of the stairs. "They live in the old guest suite on the ground floor." She smiled and slid down the banister to the bottom floor. Laughing, Bronwyn followed her and the two moved more stealthily to Wes and Courtney's bedroom door.

"Rach?" Wes's voice came from the inside of the room and the two giggled and swung the door out widely. "Bronwyn!" He said with a smile, standing directly in front of the door. He stepped forward and they hugged lightly, Bronwyn breaking it off to look in the room.

"So where is your wife?" Bronwyn asked with a grin.

"Wes?" A soft feminine voice called from the bathroom. "Is Rachael in there?" A girl of average height stepped into the room, she had shoulder length brown hair and the oddest looking purple eyes. And her stomach was expanded slightly past normal, only people who knew would come to the conclusion she was pregnant.

"Courtney, this is a good friend of mine, Bronwyn Scotts." Wes stepped over to his wife and introduced her beaming.

Bronwyn smiled and shook Courtney's hand. "Sorry it's so late." She apologized sweetly. "I just got here."

"From the future?" Courtney smiled at Bronwyn's shocked face. "Wes told me everything." She smiled gently, her hand subconsciously rubbing her protruding stomach.

Rachael laughed from the doorway behind them and grabbed Bronwyn's arm. "They look tired, tell them the news and let's go." Bronwyn nodded and held up her diamond for Wes to see.

"Whoa! Who would marry you?" He said, looking at the large stone. She hit him soundly in the stomach and they all laughed.

"Lucas." She smiled. "I'm sorry, but Logan said I can bring only the three of you." She glanced at Courtney.

"Wait, you were going to invite Eric?" Rachael said surprised. "You hated him!"

Bronwyn scoffed and flipped her hand at Rachael. "Oh that's ancient history, and besides you two will be married by then." She smiled at Courtney, "I'm really sorry."

"No problem, depending on when it is, I might not be able to go!" She grinned, referencing her stomach.

"Well it's early November."

"And this baby's due late October." Courtney smiled. "No harm done, I'll still be recovering, but I'll lend you Wes for the day." Her smile was genuine and Bronwyn gave her a light hug.

"Thanks." She left the room and waved behind her as Rachael gave the couple a smile while shutting the door. "You're insufferable."

"No, I'm incorrigible." Bronwyn shot back, making Rachael roll her eyes. They talked all the way up the stairs, and lay on opposite ends of Rachael's bed, talking about Bronwyn's wedding plans. After about an hour a random tapping noise was heard at the large window. Rachael knitted her brow, pulled the curtain back and opened the window. Sticking her head out the window she called out.

"Hey!"

"Hey to you too." A strong masculine voice said from the ground. Rachael gasped at the sight of Eric standing in her lawn, dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt and leather jacket.

"Eric what are you doing here?!" Rachael asked, not wanting to glance behind her at Bronwyn. "Dad is going to catch you." She warned.

"I've already gotten you pregnant; I don't think I can do much else." He said with a grin that was way to smooth to be his normal personality. Rachael tried to give him a reproachful look, but could only smile at his childish actions. "I needed to talk to you. Are you busy?" He asked with another heart stopping grin.

"Not really." She lied through her teeth, hoping Bronwyn would take the hint and stay where she was.

"Good. Catch." He threw a small white object up to her window and she caught it. It was an old jewelry box and her heart started to race with anticipation. She opened the box and saw an old silver band with three diamonds at the top. "Rachael, will you marry me?"

Rachael couldn't respond and Eric smiled and stepped forward to the house. "What are you doing?" She asked suddenly. He didn't answer and he was climbing up the side of the house, partially on the drainpipe and the lattice on the side. She ducked in the room and faced Bronwyn's confused face. "Go." She whispered and the blonde smiled.

"I'll call you." She winked, and left the room and a suspicious blue flash of light went off in the hallway before she turned to see Eric jump in her window. He walked up to her and took the box from her hands, removed the ring and knelt in front of her.

"Rachael, I know you told me to wait and surprise you, but I can't do that." Eric said, holding her hand as she watched him with wide eyes. "I love you." He held up the ring. "This ring was my mothers and she wore it every day until the tenth anniversary of my Dad's death. On that day she gave it to me and told me to give it to the love of my life. So here I am. Rachael, will you marry me?"

"Yes." Her answer was rushed and she breathed it out, unable to show true emotion. He smiled, and slipped the ring on her finger and stood to hug her tightly. She latched onto him and held him for the longest time. After what seemed like an eternity, she backed away, slid her hands under his jacket and threw it on the floor. With a grin she pulled him onto her bed and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, admiring the ring on her finger.

The next morning Eric grabbed his jacket and looked back at the Rachael's sleeping form with a smile. After a soft kiss on her forehead was the last thing he did before slipping out the door. He made it down the stairs and almost out the door, sliding his jacket on his arms.

"When my father said Rachael had to be home early, he didn't mean you could come too." Eric turned to see Wes coming out of the shadows with his arms folded.

"I had something to ask her." Eric grinned at Wes, startling the poor kid.

"You're smiling; you're more whipped than I thought."

"Says the married man."

"You'll be there soon if that 'something' you had to ask her was what I think it was." Wes grinned at his verbal defeat. "Besides, it's not so bad to wake up every morning with her next to you." He shrugged and started to the kitchen, yelling behind him. "You know, you could always pretend you just showed up for breakfast." Was the last thing Eric heard before Wes disappeared into the swinging door. After a moment of thinking, Eric glanced back to the stairs and saw her. Rachael was standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in black pants and a relatively nice dark purple colored shirt. She moved down the stairs slowly, her eyes never leaving his until she was in his arms.

"Isn't it a bit early for you and Wes to be arguing?" She said sweetly, too innocent to be serious. Eric narrowed his eyes at her, but her face wasn't relenting in its grin and he quickly gave in by kissing her gently. "Cheater." She murmured, backing away slightly. She slid her left hand up on his shoulder, and her eyes turned to the bright sparkling ring that was now sitting there. "I like it." She smiled and turned for the kitchen, but stopped and looked back coyly. "You just showed up, right?"

"Right." Eric rolled his eyes at her statement, as different as Wes and Rachael looked, they were clearly siblings in every other way. He followed her into the kitchen and he stopped at the sight on the table. Wes looked up from the newspaper he had on the table next to his coffee cup and grinned.

"Eric, how nice of you to bring the SUV up here this morning." He said with mock surprise. A dish towel suddenly came in contact with his head and he tossed it back in its original direction, where Rachael caught it with a grin. Eric shrugged off his jacket and sat down and looked around the room. "You don't have to be worried; Dad went to Los Angeles this morning." Wes said without looking up.

"And you can stop teasing him now." A light voice said from the kitchen door. Courtney walked in, dressed casually in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Rachael grinned at her from the stove and the girls started cooking breakfast for the two guys while they sat at the table.

"Do they usually make breakfast for you?" Eric said quietly to Wes, hoping neither of the women actually heard.

"Usually the cook does, but today's her day off, and if I were to cook, the fire department would be here in about ten minutes." Wes answered, raising his eyebrows.

"And I don't like charred chunks of egg for breakfast." Rachael cut in, setting a plate of eggs and waffles in front of Wes and Eric each. "Enjoy." She grinned returning to the kitchen and helping Courtney bring their own plates to the table. Eric listened to the banter between the siblings and Courtney, surprised mainly at the comfort she had with joining in to Wes and Rachael's teasing. Finally Rachael got up and started clearing the things from the table and Eric jumped to help her, grinning at the memory of the first time they did the dishes together.

"So I'll be in Briarwood all day." Courtney said, standing up from the table and bending down to kiss Wes good-bye.

"What?" He said, looking up at her with confusion written on his face. Courtney rolled her eyes.

"Shopping, with the twins? Remember?" She said, rolling her eyes at her husband. Wes wrinkled his brow and frowned, making Courtney laugh. "Remember? Kaitlynn, Davina, 15 years old, like shopping, babies and shopping for babies?"

"I remember the baby." Wes said with a grin, kissing her lightly before standing up. Rachael wrinkled her nose and pulled Eric out of the kitchen to give her brother and sister-in-law a little privacy. She jogged upstairs and Eric followed her, sitting on her bed as she dug through her closet for a pair of shoes.

"Just be glad Courtney was too busy looking at Wes to notice my ring." She said with a grin in her voice, face buried in the closet floor.

"I guess it would have been loud?"

"And high pitched." Rachael laughed lightly. Eric smiled, Rachael didn't giggle like most girls when she was amused, she laughed, varying degrees of laughter, but never giggling. "And she would have started asking millions of questions I don't have the answers to."

"Such as?"

Rachael surfaced with a pair of black heels in her hand and started pulling them on her feet. "When's the wedding, how big, who's invited, where will it be, ect." She grinned at Eric's shocked face. "You do realize you have to help me with this whole deal." Eric groaned and leaned back on her bed, to Rachael's amusement. "Ok, I'll take that as, three hundred guests, a huge church, reception, month long honeymoon and you're paying for all of it." Eric was about to bolt upward in protest, but Rachael pushed him down and lay next to him on the bed. "I'm kidding." She kissed him softly and stood back up, grabbing her backpack and facing him. "I'll see you at work." She left the room with Eric watching after her.

Rachael locked the door to her convertible before going inside the Silver Guardian Headquarters and was instantly attacked by an unseen force.

"Rachael!" A shrill female voice called, tackling her against the wall. "What's this rumor I hear about you can Captain Myers?" Libby's eyes were wide with anticipation. Rachael and Libby had become sort of friends due to Bronwyn's absence with returning to her own time.

"What rumor are you talking about?" Rachael steered her friend toward the desk she used as her reception desk and for her Time Force duties. Libby sat in her chair as she stowed her backpack under the desk after pulling out a few files and setting them on the desk.

"That you two are a couple." Libby grinned and Rachael looked up at her. "Well?" She asked expectantly. Rachael sighed and held up her left hand without a word. Libby screamed, making Rachael cover her ears and laugh as the few people who were milling about the lobby turn to stare. Rachael laughed lightly as Libby grabbed her hand to get a closer look at the small diamond.

"When?"

"Last night."

"No, I mean when's the wedding?" Libby was thrilled and begging for answers.

"I don't know this happened fast enough." She looked at her hand for a moment again.

"Rach, there've been some nasty rumors." Libby was suddenly serious and Rachael looked up. "Like that week your Dad and Wes were out of town, they say…"

"I know what they say, and that's my business." Rachael said firmly.

"They're going to say it was Eric."

"And what if it was?"

Libby stopped and then smiled, getting the message, throwing her hands up in defeat. "So no details yet?" She asked curiously.

"Not yet." Rachael grinned as Eric walked in. He nodded at her with a smile and went past her down the hallway to the office he shared with Wes. Yesterday had been such a long day that Eric stared at his desk and realized he'd gotten absolutely nothing done. He groaned and slammed his forehead on his desk.

"Realize what you did?" An amused voice said from the doorway.

"Not now Wes." Eric muttered, lifting his head and turning on his computer.

"Should I let you ponder in silence?"

"Yes." Eric's curt answer surprised Wes, but then again, what else could he expect? Rachael was an angel to put up with Eric for the rest of her life. But she really was thrilled about it all. He didn't know how she could be, but it was nice to see both of them happy. Wes grinned as Eric subconsciously grinned at his computer screen, his friend was caught, but so was he. A thought suddenly occurred to Wes, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to bring it up. But after almost an hour of work, he couldn't keep it in.

"Hey Eric?"

"What."

"Whatever happened to Taylor?"

Eric froze. Wes was asking him what had happened to his last girlfriend now that he was engaged to Wes' sister. "Are you insane?"

Wes grinned goofily. "Yeah."

"We went out a few times, drove each other insane, broke up and then I continued to pine after Rachael." Eric winced when he realized the words he'd chosen. "Not a word from you please." He muttered under his breath.

"Your wedding." Wes shrugged and turned to his monitor.