A/N-I was going to save this and post it sometime later, since I just realized all of my procrastinating on schoolwork has finally caught up to me, but then I decided to just post it. This may be the last update of anything from me until December due to the fact that November is NaNoWriMo, I probably won't be posting anything, unless I am procrastinating. And I realize that where I left off might be a slightly cruel spot to leave you all for over a month, sorry about that. So thanks for the reviews for the last chapter! Feedback on this would be greatly appreciated!

"Should we make her close her eyes?" Abbey whispered to Reagan.

"And be responsible for a 7 months pregnant woman falling? Uh, I don't think so. She can keep her eyes open."

Summer glanced at the two. "What the heck are you two talking about?"

"Um, nothing?"

"Why do I never believe those words when it's coming from your mouth?"

"Just keep walking," Reagan urged.

"Yea, you're going too slow."

"Hey." Summer gestured to her stomach. "Baby in here. I can go as slow as I want."

"Fine."

They walked alongside her, trying to urge her forward, but she walked even slower. She liked having control over these types of things.

Finally they reached the door of the restaurant, Abbey bouncing as she opened the door up. Reagan was grinning widely and Summer was, quite frankly, alarmed at their actions.

She walked into what she thought was the restaurant area, but in reality was the banquet hall. She almost jumped back when she saw many familiar faces smiling at her.

"Wha…what's going on?"

"Surprise!" Abbey exclaimed.

She turned to Reagan, expecting a better explanation out of her.

"We wanted to throw you a baby shower. So…it just worked out to have it on your birthday."

Summer felt the tears come to her eyes and she knew she wasn't going to be able to stop them. "This is so nice!"

The two squished her in a hug, crying also. She pulled away from them, laughing. She had never thought she would be such good friends with them. She looked around the room, surprised to see how many people really cared about her to show up.

Reagan led her away from Abbey, bringing her to a table near the front of the room. There were balloons tied on all of the chairs but this one had larger balloons declaring statements about the baby being a girl. Summer immediately took this as her chair, smiling even wider.

Then she looked at the table next to her. She wasn't quite sure how to react when she saw Marissa sitting next to Taylor.

Reagan caught her gaze and gave her an innocent smile. "We thought that she should come along."

Summer glared. This was definitely going to be an eventful baby shower.

"So where are we going?" Seth questioned.

Ryan gave him an annoyed look. "For the fifteenth time--your parents' house."

"Really?"

"What were you expecting us to do?"

"Well, the old ball and chain is gone for the day so I was thinking we were going to do guy stuff. Not going to see my parents."

Ryan shook his head. He was starting to believe the longer he was alone and going crazy over no more Summer, he was getting more insane. "Kirsten's not there."

"She isn't? Where is she?"

"She's, uh, with Taylor."

"So it's like a guy's day," Seth said slowly, "with my father."

"Right."

He shrugged. "That should be interesting. Just…why my parents house? Couldn't we have had a guy's day without my dad? You know, some Seth/Ryan time because we haven't done that in forever."

"Dude, you're living with me and moaning about Summer 24/7. I think that totally qualifies as permanent Seth/Ryan time."

"No. Taylor is always there, yelling me to shut my mouth."

"Well, she does get annoyed with your constant whining."

"I can't help that I--"

"Seth. Please. Just shut up."

"Fine," Seth said, but continued muttering under his breath.

Ryan rolled his eyes. It was like taking care of a child.

Summer continued to glare at Reagan and Abbey. They looked incredibly nervous at the looks she was giving, and everyone in the room could notice the tension. There were some sad attempts to cover it up, but nothing was really working.

"Um," Abbey started, unable to take her eyes off of Summer. "We're, uh, gonna…"

"Pop the balloons that are on your chair. Whoever has a picture of Summer…and uh, the father in their balloons win the prize."

"Ready, set, pop!"

Reagan and Abbey sat down on either side of Summer, after popping their balloons unsuccessfully.

"Are enjoying yourself, Summer?" Reagan asked.

"Oh, yea, you know as much as I can enjoy myself at a surprise baby shower where my ex-best friend won't stop staring at me."

"Right. Sorry about that," Abbey commented.

"But, really, we needed to do damage control."

"Damage control?"

These words didn't seem like they should be trusted in those two hands. They seemed to cause more damage than control.

"Yes. Damage control."

"I have Summer," Marissa stepped over to where the three were sitting. "And she has Seth." She pointed to Kirsten who was smiling at Summer.

Summer gulped. She hadn't even seen Kirsten there earlier. Great. She didn't feel comfortable with the woman at all, considering they had talked to one another maybe three times. This was bound to be awkward.

"And you two get to sit here and help Summer with her gifts! Woohoo!" Reagan cheered. She then slowly backed away from Summer, before she could do or say anything.

"And you get to pick a gift from over there. But have fun helping Summer. Chat a bit if you will," Abbey added.

"Uh, we're gonna eat now everyone! Then Summer will open her gifts and all. Talk amongst yourselves."

"You two are dead," Summer muttered. "Nice set up."

"Ah, what can we say?"

"We're manipulative. I mean, really, we're surprised you didn't figure this out earlier," Reagan commented.

"We're basically the most obvious people in the world."

"And now, we're going to go and sit over there, because really, that look you're giving us right now? It's scaring me more than any other look I've ever received from you."

They turned on their heels, practically running to get food. Summer looked from Marissa to Kirsten, not knowing what to say. She decided that going to get food would be her best bet.

As soon as she stood up, Marissa forced her back down. Summer just stared at her, wondering if people would say something if she hit her.

"Sit. We'll get your food. Taylor will stay here to keep you company."

She looked at the girl who had taken a seat next to Marissa's now empty chair. She smiled. At least she had one person she could stand at the table with her now.

"I'm pregnant, not incapable of doing anything."

"They won't listen to you. Much like Seth."

Great. Yet another person on their side. She would have loved to not be totally outnumbered at this moment.

"I can totally understand why you would have kicked him out. Because really, he can be kind of annoying, now that I live with him and all."

"First of all, I didn't kick him out, he left on his own. And second, when did he move in with you?"

"Two weeks ago. Maybe two and a half. Too long if you ask me."

"Why isn't he living with Marissa anymore?"

"Because all he was doing was getting drunk and moaning on and on about you," Marissa came up to the table, placing a plate in front of Summer. "That's why. I couldn't handle it anymore and since you weren't going to take him back in yet, that was my only option."

Summer stabbed her fork into her food. Marissa tried to look away at the violent way she was stabbing it, but it was rather compelling. She was just trying to figure out whose head she was imagining was the food: hers or Seth's.

"So, this is where you all start to talk about your problems and feelings and--"

"Thank you Dr. Taylor."

"Summer," Kirsten started, laying her hand on Summer's shoulder, "have you really thought about this?"

"What?"

"About how you don't want Seth in yours and the baby's lives?"

"It wasn't really a thing that I decided. You know, he could have fought it something. If your son wasn't a whiny…never mind."

Kirsten smiled. "I understand Seth's made a few mistakes. But really, I can tell that he cares about you."

"I know he cares about by his rambling about you every minute he is awake," Taylor added.

"And really, Sum, in that month that you two were apart and didn't talk because he left, I thought he was going to go crazy. He kept coming up to me, asking about the plan and when it was going to be executed."

"That plan of yours was real genius, Marissa. Really, it was you at your finest."

She sighed. "It wasn't supposed to be a bad plan. That whole thing with Jude? That totally was not part of the original plan."

"So what, you just wanted to screw up the one good thing I had going at that moment?"

"No, I was trying to be a good friend by saving you the inevitable heart break. I can't say that that was Seth's intentions. He wanted Jude out of the picture."

Summer sighed. This was too frustrating. "I didn't want any of this."

"What? Seth and I doing all of that? Yea, I know but Sum…"

"No. I mean I didn't want any of this." She gestured around her. "This baby shower. This baby. It's not what I wanted in life. I wanted to be married for a while before the talk of a kid even came about. And, no offense Kirsten, but Seth was not who I had in mind to be the father of my child."

"None taken, I don't think that anyone really ever has him in mind when wanting to father a child," Kirsten said truthfully.

"But really, I didn't want to fall in love with him. At all. I knew that if I did, it would just screw everything up, because he would inevitably break my heart, because it's what all guys eventually do to me."

She let these words sink in, the words that no one could hear echoing in their minds. She picked at her plate, no longer hungry. She just didn't want to be there at all anymore.

"You know this is not fair. All I wanted was a little PlayStation, perhaps some chatting without Taylor telling me to shut up every two seconds. This is what you give me?"

"Yep," Ryan replied. "See you later."

Seth looked at the door one last time as it closed, wishing he could be on the other side with Ryan. He turned back around to look at his father.

Really, Father/Son time was not what he wanted. Especially since he was almost positive that his father was about to yell at him about Summer. And really, they didn't do Father/Son time. It had happened once that he could really remember and that was after he had sex for the first time. He liked to think of that as more of "this will be the most awkward conversation of your life" time than Father/Son time.

"So…what's this I hear about you being permanently out of Summer's life?"

"Um…whoops? I screwed up?"

"That's obvious. What happened to you helping her out with everything?"

Seth sighed. "That all fell apart. Things got so screwed up and I just left and…yea. I know, I know, you shouldn't have done that, was stupid. I should be responsible for my stupidity."

"Well, yea. But I'm also wondering if you have a plan to get her back?"

"No. Don't you think I would have already been living with her again if I had a plan? Plus I've basically boycotted plans. Even though Ryan and Taylor said they had some sort of plan it seems to have fallen through."

"This was part of their plan."

"What was?" Seth blinked, confused.

"You, talking to me."

"Well, they fail at the plan making. They think that's a good plan? Lame is more like it."

"Marissa, Kirsten, and Taylor are currently talking to Summer. They're trying to fix everything."

"That's going to take a million years and for Summer to not be well…Summer."

"You're giving up. You're a Cohen; you shouldn't give up that easily."

Seth stared at Sandy. "Seriously Dad, the whole "You're a Cohen" thing stopped working when I was ten."

Sandy frowned. "All right. How about this instead: you're going to talk to Summer one way or another when we go to pick your mother and Taylor up from the baby shower."

"There is no way in hell that I am talking to her."

Summer shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She just wanted to get out of this place but it didn't seem possible with the large mound of gifts sitting next to her. Why had Abbey and Reagan decided to invite so many people to this stupid surprise shower? She was almost positive it was so that she could be held against her will. The only good thing was that she got cake out of it.

"Here's another one." Marissa handed her another gift.

"Thanks," Summer said, her teeth clenched through a tight smile.

She tore the paper off it, revealing what was her fourth blanket of that evening. Her daughter was going to be the warmest baby ever.

She continued through the gifts, trying to tear the paper off as quickly as she could. Finally, the pile diminished, and she was free.

"Thanks for coming everyone, I really appreciate you coming." She stood from her seat and walked—or waddled really—as quickly as she could from the room.

"Summer, where are you going?" Abbey and Reagan called after her.

"Home."

"But, everyone is here for you. Marissa is here. Talk to her."

"How did you two even come up with this crazy plan?" Summer turned around to look at them. "I'm sorry, but you two couldn't possibly have come up with this idea on your own."

Reagan looked over at Abbey. "Well…we might have had some help. From Taylor."

Summer gasped, looking over at Taylor, who had followed them outside. "And to think I actually liked you!"

"I'm sorry Summer. I just…Seth is living in the apartment. I need you two to no longer be on the outs because I seriously can't handle him much longer."

"I want you to keep him."

"Listen, can I talk to Summer alone?" Marissa interrupted them all.

Summer glared at her. "I just want to go home."

"Just give me a couple of minutes."

The other three left and Summer was thinking of the best way to bolt. And she was officially abandoning all of her friends, because seriously they were all back-stabbers in her eyes.

"Okay, Sum, this has seriously got to stop. You're having a baby in just two months. You need to grow up and stop this. I hurt you, Seth hurt you, but it wasn't intentionally. I had no clue that this was going to blow up in our faces. It did and I'm sorry. How many times do I have to tell you this?"

Summer wasn't concentrating on Marissa's apology, though she was focusing on something else that Marissa had said.

She was having a baby in two months.

Holy. Shit.

"Oh my god."

"What? What is it?" Marissa peered at her, her voice full of concern.

"I'm having a baby."

Marissa wasn't really too sure how to respond to this. It was one of those things that she couldn't really think of an appropriate response.

"I'm having a baby," Summer muttered again.

"You would take seven months to realize this," Marissa replied.

"Marissa, I'm going to have a baby. A living breathing thing."

"You shouldn't be having a baby if you're going to refer to her as a thing."

"I can't help it! Two more months of not having another person dependent on me." Summer took a seat on the bench. "And I'm all alone!"

"By your own choice. You're the one who won't let Seth back in."

"But…but…"

"Listen Sum—"

She was interrupted by Taylor coming outside, cell phone in hand. She rushed over to Summer.

"Someone keeps calling you, I figured it was important."

Summer grabbed the phone from her, picking it up. Her face paled as she listened to what was being said to her on the other end.

"I need to go."

"I'm so pressing charges for kidnapping."

Ryan rolled his eyes. "We didn't kidnap you."

"I'm going against my will. I'm going to call that kidnapping."

He was sitting in the backseat of Ryan's car, where he was put in against his will, hence why he was going to be pressing charges for kidnapping pretty soon. He was being driven to her baby shower, where apparently, everything was going to be fixed because of Taylor and Summer's friends Abbey and Reagan.

Fat chance she was going to forgive him.

He stopped his protesting for a few minutes though and was plotting his escape from the car. As soon as they reached a stop light he could just open the door and roll out and hopefully not be too hurt…

"We're here."

He peered out the window at the restaurant parking lot. He saw Taylor standing with his mom and Marissa but Summer was no where in sight.

She had probably bolted at the thought of him coming to talk to her.

He really didn't blame her.

He followed his father and Ryan out of the car, trying to hang back a little so that he could try to escape but of course Ryan shoved him forward.

"Where's Summer?" he questioned.

"We're not exactly sure. She just kind of left…" Taylor replied.

"I'm a little worried," Marissa added.

"She didn't say anything at all to us, just said that she had to leave after she got a phone call."

"Is she okay though? Everything's all right?"

"She's physically fine."

At that moment Seth felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. It told him he had a voicemail, though he hadn't even realized that it had been ringing to begin with.

It was from Summer. The missed call and voicemail were from her.

This was the first time she had contacted him since everything had happened.

Something was definitely wrong.

Hands shaking a little, because this was starting to freak him out, he opened the phone and dialed his voicemail. What if something was wrong with Summer and they were just lying to him to make him not worry? If something happened to her and their baby, he would never forgive himself.

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he put his password in the phone, bringing it up to his ear so that he could listen.

The message started out with what sounded like her crying at the beginning. This didn't sit well with him at all, but he continued to listen to the message.

"Cohen, something happened and I need someone. Can you please come here? I really need someone…Cohen...I need you."