Bad news, gang. This will be the last update until maybe Sunday, but possibly not even then. The good news is I've written the epilogue to my fewshot, but the story isn't quite done. I just liked the idea I formulated for my ending, so I wrote it. Anyways, this is sort of a filler chapter, but there's Jommy action that's gonna make them front burners again. And I'm still taking girls names, if you have any good ideas. As always, love to the reviewers.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

After another twenty minutes of being entertained by Funktion, Nic finally dragged Spiederman out and got him home. "I think things at G-Major are going to be heating up very soon."

"As do I," he said, kicking off his shoes. "So, I told everyone who's walking with who and whatnot, so they're ready for that. But when are you going to tell Tommy what song the two of you are dancing to?"

"Eventually," she assured him. "Maybe I'll get him out to dinner sometime this week to tell him about it."

"Whenever," he sighed. "Do you want something to eat?"

"Always," she confirmed. "How about spaghetti?" She rubbed her belly. "Baby's craving."

He smiled at her as he walked into the kitchen. "Have you thought of any more names yet?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I like Johnny for a boy."

"Johnny?" he repeated quietly. "As in, Ramone?"

Nic grinned. "Yep."

"Babe," he said. "That's the nicest thing we could name him."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm drawing blanks for girls. I know we told them all names the other night but I don't like those anymore. I want something that's gonna mean something to us."

"We could name her Montana?" he suggested. "Or Helena, or even Monica?"

"Please!" she cried, throwing a pillow at him. "I refuse to hate our child because of her name."

"My parents gave me a crappy name and they don't hate me," he pointed out.

"We'll think of something," she shrugged. "Something my parents would hate, most likely."

He laughed. "Yeah, probably. But, as long as we like it, that's all that matters."

"Do you wanna make the spaghetti or should I?" she asked.

"Can you cook?" he teased.

"Uhh, I used to make you that pizza casserole all the time," she reminded him. "And that chocolate cake."

He smirked. "Yeah, with directions on the boxes."

"Hey!" she cried. "It's more than you can do."

"I made you a very good cheeseburger yesterday," he reminded her.

Before he could continue, she held up a hand. "I have an idea for a girl's name."

"What?" he asked, leaning against the bar. "Britney? After your idol?"

"Very funny," she said, rolling her eyes. "No. If it's a girl, why don't we name her after Kyle?"

He considered. "Then she'd be Kiley and we already have one of those."

"You're right," she confirmed, "but his middle name is Tyler and that can be used for a girl. I'm gonna want him to be the Godfather, anyways."

Spiederman eyed her. "What about Wallace?"

"Godmother, duh," she laughed. "I know he'd be upset, so the baby will have two Godfathers and no Godmother."

"And Kiley?" he asked.

"She'll get over it," Nic waved off. "Besides, she'll only see it a couple of times a year."

"Good point," he agreed. "Will she be mad at first?"

She eyed him pointedly. "Does she seem like the type to just let something like that roll of her back so quickly? No. But, I'll explain it to her and the baby will say Kiley's an aunt, so it'll be fine. Sadie and Kwest will be it's aunt and uncle, too. And Darius and Portia."

"This kid's gonna have a big, extended family," he noted. "And it'll be spoiled."

"If you think that I won't spoil this child myself, you're delirious," she told him. "Remember, we brag, meaning we'll give our kid whatever it wants, while keeping it down-to-earth. Lex and Sophie are spoiled, but they're humble."

"Lex doesn't even know what humble means," he stated. "And neither does Sophie for that matter."

Nic closed her eyes. "When are you going to tell me what our wedding song is?"

"When I ask you to dance to it that night," he answered simply. "You promised me I could pick it, and I did, and I'm not telling you."

"Fine," she muttered, boiling water for the noodles. "Do you want spaghetti sauce by itself or would you like meat with it?"

"You pick," he suggested. "I'm up for anything."

"It's food," she said. "You'll eat anything."

"Not true!" he cried. "Remember when Jude made that chicken-something casserole on Sadie's birthday? Yeah, I definitely didn't eat that. Not after it moved."

She laughed. "My excuse was that I was on a diet and couldn't eat poultry or any other unidentifiable foods."

"I'm pretty sure Tommy didn't even eat it," he remembered. "The only person who did, actually, was Patsy, but she doesn't even question anything."

"They say the biggest black hole known to science is in the Milky Way and I'd say it's Patsy's stomach," Nic joked.

He rolled his eyes. "You and your ridiculous knowledge of everything."

"Princeton," she shrugged nonchalantly. "I blame the Ivy Leagues."

"Oh, geez," he scoffed. "Can't you just admit that you're smart and quit blaming school?"

"Fine," she sighed in defeat. "I'm smart."

"Now was that so hard?" he asked, as she joined him in the kitchen. "I don't think it was."

Later that night, after a meal of spaghetti and toast, Nic and Spiederman were sitting on their couch, watching her favorite episode of Saturday Night Live, the one with the Olsen twins hosted, when Jude burst into the apartment.

"Ugh, I hate him!" she yelled. "He picks fights over the most ridiculous and inane things."

Nic glanced at Spiederman. "I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that Tommy's being an idiot again?"

"Yes!" Jude threw herself onto the couch in between them, grabbed the remote from Nic's hand, and muted the TV. "I was giving Lex some warm milk because when she's whining
about not going to bed, that usually does the trick and he starts ranting that giving her liquids is a bad idea and it'll only get her into the habit of wetting the bed!"

"Our mom said that," Nic spoke up quietly. "We couldn't have anything to drink after 8:00."

Jude's face paled. "I didn't mean that I thought it was a ridiculous idea or anything, Nic."

"No," Nic shook her head, "I know. I'm just saying, that's where he got it from."

"I told him when I was pregnant with her that I was going to raise her my way; not like my parents had done, or your parents, but the way I chose to. She's been potty training for weeks and is doing fine. Warm milk isn't hurting her. Anyways, he started yelling and I started yelling and Lex started crying so I left. He can deal with it for once."

Before anyone else could say anything, the phone rang.

"Oh, what do you know?" Spiederman joked, looking at the caller ID. "Quincy, Tom." He picked it up. "Hello?"

"Let me talk to her," Tommy barked as Lex wailed in the background.

"Hold on," Spiederman requested, throwing Nic the phone. "He wants you."

"Yes, darling?" Nic teased.

"I meant Jude!" Tommy roared.

Nic clicked her tongue. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea right now, Thomas. She's quite peeved you tried to inflict our mother's child rearing skills onto her and talking to you
might just make it worse. Maybe you should let her stay here tonight and talk in the morning?"

She rolled her eyes at Lex's crying. "Give the kid some warm milk and stick her in Sophie's room. She likes sleeping in there."

"Nic, damn it, don't preach to me!" he yelled. "Just let me talk to my wife!"

"Well, if you talk to her like you're talking to me, I doubt she'll be your wife much longer," Nic told him defensively. "Tommy, you need to calm down, deal with Lex, and come for Jude in the morning. For tonight, consider this a 'we're not almost 30' party." She hung up and threw the phone onto the coffee table. "Sometimes, it's hard to believe we're related."

Spiederman and Jude shared a look. "Actually," Jude started, "it's not."

"Ugh!" Nic cried. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, dear," Spiederman began cautiously, "you're both pretty reactive and hot-headed."

"We are not!" Nic countered. "Well, he is, but I'm not!"

"If you don't believe us, I could record this little tantrum you're throwing right now," Jude offered. "No offense, Nic, because we both love you dearly, but you're quite fiery."

"In the best possible way!" Spiederman added quickly, hoping not to anger her any more than he already was. "In an, uhh, attractive way?"

"Screw you both!" Nic laughed incredulously. "Maybe I'll just go down and hang out with Tommy tonight." She stood up. "Actually, I will." She smirked and left the apartment.

"Good, she's gone," Jude sighed. "Spied, I need to tell you something that no one else knows, so I'm trusting you to keep your mouth shut here, okay?"

"Uh, alright," he agreed. "Is this bad?"

She shrugged. "Not really, but it's not something I was planning." She took a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant."

"Huh?" he said. "How? I mean, why?"

"I've been pretty tired lately and feeling nauseous and this morning, I threw up all over the bathroom. Luckily, Tommy had gone in early and knows nothing of it. I bought a test but I'm afraid to take it."

"What are you afraid of?" he asked. "You've raised Lex perfectly and you've done great with Soph."

"I know," she nodded, "but we never expected more than two."

He rubbed her back. "Do you think Tommy's gonna be upset about this?"

"I don't know," she answered. "I think it's the reason we've been fighting more lately, cause I'm so afraid to tell him."

"Don't be," he said. "Tommy loves you. In fact, if I were some schmuck who didn't believe in love, and I met you two, I'd believe in it. Look at what you two have made it through. And, you never planned on Lex and you love her more than anything."

"Yeah," she nodded. "We do. I mean, she brought us together."

"Then what's to say this new baby won't just solidify the solid relationship you already have?" he questioned.

"I hope it does," she breathed. "This fighting is just so not fun. We've been there and done that."

After another half an hour of talking, Spiederman fell asleep and Jude looked at the clock. 11:15. She knew Nic was probably sleeping, or with Sophie, so she slowly stood, hoping to not wake her best friend up, crept out of the apartment, and quietly let herself into hers.

"I knew you wouldn't sleep anywhere but our bed," Tommy mused from his place on the couch. The lights were dim and he was reading a book. "Are we okay?"

Jude took a deep breath and sat down next to him. "Tommy, we need to talk."

"Okay," he agreed shakily, putting his book down on the coffee table. "Are you all right?"

"I think so," she nodded. "You know that we've been fighting a lot recently, right?"

"Yeah, but Jude, it's nothing to worry about," he assured her, taking her hands. "Married people fight."

"I know," she said. "It's just that, I may have found a reason to the madness." He just stared at her in confusion. "Tommy, I think I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant?" he repeated. "Like, with child?"

"Yeah, that's what pregnant means," she chuckled nervously. "I mean, I'm not sure or anything, but it makes sense. I've been moody, I've gotten sick. I have a test in the bathroom but I've been afraid to take it."

"What are you afraid of?" he asked softly. "That I'd be mad?"

She shrugged. "I guess. I mean, after Lex, we sort of decided that was it. And I don't know if I can raise three kids when I'm barely 21."

"Girl, I'm almost 28," he reminded her. "And I'm not going anywhere. Who cares if we only wanted two? Three's lucky. And besides, maybe it'll be a boy? We could use one around here."

"That's true," she laughed. "But if I'm pregnant, what does that mean for the tour? Darius has been putting it off for two years to let me be with Sophie and Lex, but I don't know if he'll do it again."

"Well, worst thing would be you tour acoustically or something, and then take some time off when you have the baby and then resume. That wouldn't be so bad," he offered. "Do you wanna go take that test?"

She sighed and stood up, leading him to their bathroom. "Where's Nic?"

"Sleeping in Sophie's room with the girls," he answered.

"Oh." Jude reached down under the medicine cabinet and pulled out the drugstore bag that contained her test. "All right, I have to pee on this."

Three minutes later, the timer on Tommy's cell phone went off. "Do you want to look or should I?" he whispered, looking at the applicator on the sink.

"One line is no, two is yes," she explained, turning away. "You look."

He braced himself and stood up from the side of the bathtub, looking down. His face broke into a large smile. "We should probably tell Darius to make acoustic arrangements first thing in the morning."

"I'm pregnant?" she muttered. "Great."

"Jude," he said soothingly. "This will be fine. It'll be better than fine. We're going to have another baby, at almost the same time as my sister. You two can be pregnant together."

"Hooray," she mumbled. "I hate being fat."