"Adyson?" Isabella waddled outside the back gate, looking around. "Come on Adyson, I know you're out here. Neither one of us knows this area, so you can't have gone home."

"Leave me alone Izzy." A voice cut through the dark and Isabella followed it to the side of the house.

"Adyson?" She heard an annoyed sigh.

"What part of leave me alone didn't you get?"

"All of it." The young woman followed the voice to a nearby trashcan, peering behind it. Adyson was sitting on the ground, knees pulled up to her pregnant belly, drinking a beer. "That's not healthy for the baby..."

"I don't care."

"You should." Isabella started to sit down, only to stand back up. "That's not going to work." She studied her friend's belly. "How far along are you?"

"Two months."

"That's not long."

"It feels like it."

"So your baby was conceived-"

"December."

"Ohhh...that's what Buford was talking about."

Adyson took another sip, wiping her mouth on a shirtsleeve. "One lousy eggnog during Christmas and I wind up with this." She motioned to her stomach. "It sucks."

"Are you keeping it?"

The other woman nodded. "I'm not happy about it, but I'm going to keep it."

"It's...not so bad being pregnant." Adyson shot her a look. "Okay, so the morning sickness isn't fun and I'd give anything to fit into my halter top again, but other than that, it's not...awful."

She smirked. "Sure Izzy."

"So how did it happen?"

"I told you. A lousy eggnog during Christmas."

"Adyson..."

The woman sighed. "Fine." She took another sip before looking up at her friend. "Buford came to visit me during Christmas. We had a couple of fun nights, but we used protection. Then came my office Christmas party. Buford and I had to much eggnog and...long story short, we ended up doing it in a broom closet." She smacked her forehead with a hand. "Stupid stupid stupid."

"You're not stupid. Mistakes happen. You know how my daughter was conceived." Isabella smirked. "We were victims of alcohol and cute guys."

"At least your guy decided to stick around to help raise your daughter. My guy is a man child who doesn't want to be a father."

"He's probably just scared. I know Phineas was when he found out. It's scary for anyone." Isabella studied her friend. "Even you. And...it's okay to be scared."

"I'm not scared."

"Well...okay. It's great that you're not scared, because I wa-"

"I'm terrified." Adyson's voice quavered as she looked up at her friend with teary eyes.

"Oh Adyson." The young woman went to bend over, only to pause. "I'd sit down and hug you, but I don't think I could get back up."

The two friends laughed and Adyson threw the now empty beer bottle in the trash before jumping up and giving her friend a tight hug. "I'm so scared Izzy."

"It'll be alright. You have me and Gretchen. We'll pitch in wherever we can. And if Buford bothers you...well, I've been living in a van with him for a month now; I'm sure I can figure out some type of revenge. Like getting rid of his dirty, smelly socks." Adyson laughed. "Seriously, have you smelled them? They reek."

She wiped her eyes on a shirtsleeve. "Thanks Izzy."

"Anytime."

"Hey! Lemmie go!" Buford struggled against the bassist's hold, trying to free himself. "Ferb, what gives? One minute I was havin a conversation with Irving and the next, you did this. What the heck did I do ta deserve this?"

Ferb released the drummer, practically throwing him on the couch. He glared at him. "Adyson."

"What? The pregnancy thing? Man, I don't wanna be a father. Adyson's great, but...have ya looked at me? I ain't exactly father material. Besides, I gotta reputation to uphold; I can't be walkin around with a kid. What would everyone think? Besides, it ain't my fault Girlie had that extra eggnog on Christmas." Buford smirked. "Although the broom closet was fun…"

"You little guttersnipe." Ferb reached down, grabbing the drummer by his shirt collar and lifting him clear off the couch. "By all accounts, I should-"

"Put him down Bro."

"Dinnerbell! Thank goodness! Talk some sense into him."

Ferb glanced at his brother before unceremoniously dropping the drummer back onto the couch. "It's not worth it touring with you sometimes."

"Yeah? Well, it ain't a picnic for me either." Buford shot the bassist a glare before turning to the red head. "Seriously, talk some sense into him."

"No."

"What?"

"What did you do? When did you get Adyson pregnant?"

"Ugh. Not this again. Look, Girlie had an office Christmas Party. We both had to much eggnog and ended up doing it in a broom closet. We made a mistake."

"You're damn right you made a mistake!" Buford cringed at the harsh tone. "I don't know what's worse; you dismissing it as nothing or not taking responsibility."

"Like I said; I ain't father material. I can't raise a kid!"

"And you think I can?! Buford, we're in the same boat here. The only difference is I didn't run away."

"You ain't scared like I am."

"Of course I'm scared! Our daughter's due in four months! I don't know what to do. But I stuck around because I love Isabella and I want to help raise the baby we created. I'm not walking out on her. For you to walk out on Adyson is wrong."

"Well excuse me for not being the great Phineas Flynn."

"You wanna know how much I love her? Do you wanna know how deep into this relationship I really am?" The red head fished around in his pocket, bringing out a small velvet box. He held it out to the drummer. "I'm in love with her. This is an engagement ring. And no, I'm not asking her to marry me because of the baby; I'm asking her to marry me because I love her and I want us to be a family."

Buford blinked, staring at the box. "Whoa. Proposin? That's hardcore. Are ya sure ya wanna do that?"

"Yes. There's not a doubt in my mind."

The drummer looked away a moment before turning back to the red head. His voice was quiet. "I'm sorry I ain't the man you are." He stood up, heading out of the room. "But I can't be a father."

Phineas watched the drummer leave before sinking onto the couch. He looked at his brother. "What are we gonna do Bro?"

The bassist sat down next to him. "We do nothing."

"But—"

He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "They have to work it out themselves."

"But what about Adyson?"

"She has Isabella and Gretchen. They will help her."

The red head stared at his brother. "And we help out where we can."

"Absolutely. It's not our battle. We can only do so much."

"Yeah. I guess you're right." He stood up, motioning for Ferb to follow him back out to the yard. "Hopefully everything works out for them."