"Lucy?" James entered his girlfriend's apartment expecting to see her in the living room or well, anywhere. "Luce, you here?"

A groan from the bedroom was his answer.

"You okay?" He asked entering her room to find her butt hanging out of the closet.

Another groan.

"Lucy?"

Slowly, she turned around.

"I put some stuff back here for the baby and now I can't find it."

"I'll help you look for it later."

"Later? We don't have later." She placed her hands on her protruding belly. "I'm about to pop and the nursery isn't ready!"

"You've got a month, yet, don't you?" James tried doing calculations in his head but it all became muddled. "You're not—not now—wait?"

Lucy rubbed James's cheek.

"You're cute when you get flustered. No, no, we have a month, but we can't wait until the last minute! " She sighed. "I'm sorry I'm getting all worked up over this."

James led her to the bed where he sat her down carefully.

"Take a deep breath."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. In. Out. In. Out."

"I know how to breathe." But, she did as she was told.

"Better?"

Lucy nodded.

"Good. Tomorrow, I'll help you get started on the room. Gustavo's given us the weekend off."

Big Time Rush was working on their EP. Actually, they should have been done by now, but Gustavo kept writing and rewriting the last two songs. He hadn't booked time with Lucy or even picked out the last duet partner yet. Logan kept insisting they use Camille but Gustavo was certain he didn't want a triangle solo on his EP.

"OK." Lucy pecked James's lips.

"Ready for our date?"

"Our—I completely forgot." She glanced down at the outfit she was wearing, a gray t-shirt and a pair of maternity blue jean shorts. "I'm not sure there's anything to wear."

James snapped his fingers and hopped off the bed. He went into the closet Lucy had been digging through and shuffled through the clothes on the rack.

"You don't need anything fancy," he passed by Lucy's collection of t-shirts. "You look good in anything honestly."

"Oh, shut up." Lucy leaned back on the bed and rubbed her abdomen. "I sure don't feel good in anything. It's like I'm carrying a watermelon all the time."

"It's all baby," James tossed a maternity sundress to his girlfriend. A rare thing it was to find a simple dress in Lucy's closet, but she said at this stage most of the time she considered it better to wear something that didn't have a waist. "You can wear that with…" he popped out of the closet a few minutes later with a pair of gold sandals.

"But I—" Lucy started.

"I love the way you look in that dress. Put it on, add a bracelet or something," he pulled the rubber band out of her hair, "run a brush through your hair, apply lipstick, and you're good."

"But—"

"It'll take no time at all." After helping her to her feet he pushed Lucy toward the bathroom.

"Why don't we just stay in tonight?" Lucky asked through the closed bathroom door after what James assumed was her brushing her teeth as he had heard the water running.

"You don't want to go out?" He didn't mean to sound hurt, but the tone came through anyway.

"It's fine. We can go out."

An eternity later but was only a few minutes, Lucy stepped from her bathroom in the lavender sundress.

"You-you're," James sputtered.

"What?"

Instead of answering, he just stared. The thin straps showing off her tan shoulders, the lush roundness of her, um, the way the fabric gathered showing off her belly… Before he knew it James was holding Lucy's hands.

"You're gorgeous," he whispered staring into her dark brown eyes.

"You're lying," Lucy said.

"I'm not."

"I'm as big as a house."

"A mansion."

Lucy's eyes widened.

"I mean, a gorgeous mans—no not a mansion, one of those houses, an apartment, yes, a tiny tiny studio apartment."

"Whatever." They stared at each other for a few seconds. "What about our date?"

"Our—oh, right. Yeah, I need to pick something up at the crib first. Come on."

"Hold on." Lucy kicked him with her bare foot and tried bending over.

Realizing what she was doing, James picked up the sandals and helped her put them on.

"Now, we can go."

"OK, I just have to get something from the crib."

"Yeah, you said that."

"Did I? Well, let's go, then."

Standing in front of 2J James fiddled with the keys.

"Since when have you guys locked the door?" Lucy asked.

"Hey, we care about safety and security." James continued messing with the keys and then finally got the door open. He reached for the light switch when…

"Surprise!"

Lucy laughed. "So, this is what you had to get from your crib." She playfully slapped James on the shoulder.

"What? No! I knew nothing about this." James's face maintained a blank look.

"It was his idea," Katie said. She stood near the kitchen with Kendall and Kelly.

"Well, I had a little help."

"The Super Hollywood Party Kings of Hollywood," Carlos announced from over by the hockey dome. Alexa elbowed him.

"No, actually, I had help from three of my favorite ladies," James put his arms around Kelly and Katie while nodding towards Mrs. Knight standing behind the counter. "That is after you," he added meaning Lucy.

"I think this 'becoming a father' thing is really getting to his head," Katie muttered.

"Last gift," Carlos announced handing Lucy a box wrapped in pale green paper with blue and yellow booties printed all over. After cake and punch the group had gathered around the orange couch where Lucy sat with James opening up baby supplies, clothes, toys, and whatever else their friends and family felt the couple needed.

"OK, this is," Lucy paused to read the card attached. "From my mom." Being the last gift of the bunch she was tired of opening gifts. Heck, she was tired long before she got to the last gift. She quickly tore into the present and opened the white box. Inside lay a little blue sweater and a note.

"What?" James asked watching the expression on her face change.

"My mom," Lucy spoke softly, "she knitted this herself. I didn't even know she could knit." Lucy ran her fingers over the soft yarn. "This note says she started on it when I told her I was pregnant. I—I thought she was mad at me this whole time and here she was making a sweater for her grandson." Tears formed in her eyes. "Oh gosh, hormones making me all emotional." She wiped her eyes. "I've talked to her a few times since the tour but she never mentioned anything about this." She laughed. "She says when the baby's born she's got dibs on 'grandma' no matter what Mrs. Diamond says."

"Mom declares she's too young to be called 'grandma' so your mom can have it."

"Goodness, I'm such a blubbering mess." Lucy wiped her eyes with a tissue Logan handed her.

"You're a cute blubbering mess," James said softly.

"Gag me," Katie muttered.

"You know, a lady's hormones," Logan spoke up. Camille patted his leg causing him to quiet.

"We have another surprise for you." Kelly walked over to the orange couch with an open laptop.

A bewildered look crossed James's face. He hadn't planned any more surprises.

"Mom!"

"Hey, Honey!" Brooke Diamond greeted her son from the other side of the computer screen. "I wish I could be there for the shower but if I'm going to be taking time off next month when the baby's born I need to make sure everything's squared here at the main office."

James and Lucy weren't sure how they felt about his mom helping out but as James learned growing up, arguing with her was futile. There had only been two times he had said no to her and one included his dad, so, he, well, he decided this was not a thing to fight over.

"Mom," James chuckled.

"Yes?" She seemed to be in the middle of a story causing James to feel bad for interrupting.

"Oh, I, uh, can't wait for you to get here," he responded lamely.

"I love you, honey."

"I love you, too."

"And I love you, Lucy, and the baby. Have you two thought of a name, yet?"

James and Lucy looked at each other.

"I'll take that as a no. Looks like we have a lot to discuss."

"We?" James thought silently.

"Mrs…," Lucy started.

"Brooke."

"Brooke, um—"

James placed a hand on Lucy's leg.

"Yeah, we do," Lucy finished.

Oh boy.