"Toby was like that," she comments.

"No, Toby was not like that. You were the one who sat up all night and held him."

"That isn't true," she argues, "He would only sleep if I was touching him."

"Not true. That was for you."

"He didn't sleep..."

He cuts her off, "Yes he did. Do you know what I would do when it was my turn? I would put him in his crib, and he would fall asleep right away."

"You stayed in there with him all night."

"Only because I wanted to make sure that he didn't stop breathing."

"You try to make me seem like the worry-wart, but you are just as bad."

"I will never admit that."

"But, you know that it is true."

"So what are you going to do? Are you going to lay there with your hand like that all night?"

She slowly removes her hand, "I think that she's asleep."

"So, does that mean we can go to sleep now?"

Kathryn looks at the dress in the mirror. Daphne stands behind her.

"We're going to be late."

"Can we try the black one again?"

"I like this one better. The purple is better with your skin tone."

"Daphne are you sure?"

"You said that you would go to this event to night. You can back out at the last minute, if you want."

"I promised that I would go. It's been a month since we had the last event."

"So what do you want to do?"

"Can you give me a minute?"

"Sure," Daphne nods.

Kathryn stands in the closet staring in the mirror. It isn't as noticeable from the front. She turns to the side. There is no denying it from that angle. There is no claiming that it is from holiday treats, or missing a couple of days at the gym. It is an obvious baby bump.

She forces herself to smile as she enters the room. Much to her relief most of the people in the room are already busy mingling. She takes a deep breath as she heads towards the table. She prays that no one stops her on the way to the table. She hopes she can make it to the table, and scoot underneath it without anyone noticing her.

"Kathryn," she hears a familiar voice all her name.

"Emily," she looks up.

"I didn't know you were going to be here."

"I guess that it's been a while since I've seen you," Emily admits, staring at her stomach.

"I guess so. I've really got to get to my table John, and the girls are waiting," she tries her best to wriggle her way out of the conversation.

"I didn't know that you guys were planning on expanding your family. I mean your kids all have to be over eighteen now, right?"

"Yeah. We didn't know we were planning it either."

"So when are you due?"

She looks around the room hoping someone will save her. Regina pops up out of nowhere, and turns to Emily.

"You will have to excuse us. I have been looking for her everywhere," Regina drags her off to the table. Kathryn takes a seat at the table. Regina sits down across from her.

"Thank you for that."

"I don't think anyone else noticed," Regina tries to point out.

"It doesn't matter. Emily likes to share gossip with everyone she meets. I am sure that all of Kansas City will know by the morning."

John looks over at her, "So what did you tell her?"

"Virtually nothing," Kathryn admits.

Kathryn watches as Emily chats it up with a group of people. One of the women walks away from the group. She stops at their table. She smiles.

"Kathryn, you're glowing."

"Thanks," she smiles.

Bay interjects, "It's probably the spray tan," she shoots her down.

The nosy woman nods, "Hm... that must be it," she walks away.

Kathryn smiles widely, "That's my girl."

Regina nods, "She's nothing, if not quick on her feet."

The following day Kathryn is at the grocery store. She wears a pair of jeans, and an oversized navy blue sweater, with a v-neck. She wears a navy blue shirt underneath. She heads down the produce aisle with the cart. She stops in front of the produce case, and reaches for a bag of spinach.

"Hey stranger," a voice from behind falls out.

She turns and looks at the woman standing behind her. She smiles, despite the fact that she is groaning on the inside. "Jane."

"It is so nice to see you. I am really upset I missed that dinner last night. I heard that it was amazing. Unfortunately my little one was sick."

"That's too bad," she lies through her teeth.

"So I heard a rumor about you."

"Oh, really?" she tries to play cool.

"Speaking of little ones I heard that you're pregnant."

"Hm. Interesting. Do you know how old I am?"

"Does it really matter in this day and age? Technology has come such a far way. Plus, my mother taught me to never speculate about a woman's age."

"And my mother taught me that when you assume you make an ass out of u and me."

"I am sorry if I offended you. I just heard a rumor that you were pregnant."

"I heard that rumor too," she answers as she walks away, fully aware that the sweater she is wearing will neither confirm or dispel such a rumor.

She is putting the groceries in the refrigerator when Bay comes in the kitchen.

"Hey sweetie how was your day?" She turns to look at her.

"When are we having dinner?"

"In about an hour, but you know that. I am assuming that is why you're here."

"I was working on some stuff, too."

"Oh, I see."

"So how was your trip to the grocery store?"

"It seems that the rumor mill works pretty quickly around here."

"Can you believe the audacity of some people?" Bay responds.

"I think it is rude to walk up to someone, and ask if they're pregnant. I mean what has happened to society? Did they ever consider that maybe I just got fat?"

Bay smirks, "Probably not when the only place you have gained any weight is your stomach. I mean it doesn't look like it's flab."

"Still, it is rude."

"I agree. So what happened, exactly?"

Kathryn smiles, "She said that she had heard a rumor, that I was pregnant."

"Yeah?"

"And I told her that I had heard that rumor too, and I just walked away."

"Good for you. It is nobody's business. If you wanted them to know you would have made an official announcement."