The miles and hours passed quickly. Eventually they arrived at the small marina owned by the salvage company. Duke tried to look nonchalant as he caught sight of the Cape Rouge sitting high in the water, but he couldn't quite hide the grin that etched itself across his face. Though it was now nearly 6pm, the lights in the offices indicated that someone was still present.

Audrey carried the baby's diaper bag, of which diapers seemed to be the least of its contents, and had unhooked the baby's seat while Duke tried to not look anxious as he shifted foot to foot, staring at the door to the salvage company offices. Finally, with Audrey laden by the baby and the bag, Duke turned and just held back from sprinting across the parking lot. "I think your father wants his boat back," the detective told the sleeping newborn with an amused laugh.

A small bell rang as they opened the door. The young woman at the desk looked up and smiled brightly. She was bright and happy, still flush with the joy of getting a job, freedom, and a paycheck. "Hi. How can I help you?" Audrey recognized the voice of the woman she had spoken with over the phone.

Duke practically bounced up to the counter. "Hi. I'm Duke Crocker. I'm here about the Cape Rouge."

The woman typed up something on the computer and smiled brightly back. "Ah, yes, here it is. I'll just need you to settle some paperwork and then you can have her back." She rose up from her desk and motioned for Duke to follow her deeper into the office.

Audrey walked out of the office and down the wharf which was serving as the temporary berth for the large ship. The black hull and red lettering was looking faded; the old ship still needed to be painted. Long lines of rust showed where water regularly ran of the decking. The old boat wasn't much to look at, but from what Garland had described, she'd held together well during the rather vicious storm the night of the baby's birth. A gangway had been lowered from the deck and the woman made her way up the ramp to the deck. The furniture that normally cluttered the main deck was missing, and she wondered if it had been blown off deck or if it was safely stowed away below decks. She took the opportunity to drop the baby's diaper bag in the small alcove that lead down into the galley, then paced the deck.

Running a hand over the rail, Audrey felt the steady rhythm of the sea through the contact. She turned to her little girl, nestled safely in the car seat carry basket. "Your Daddy might leave this ship to you one day."

"Well, I could always arrange for her to win her in a card game on her 21st birthday." Duke grinned widely as he strode down the dock, then up the gangway.

"Somehow I think you won't. You'd be afraid that she would be worse at poker than you are." For a moment she took in the sight of a happy man at peace with the world, and was made happy by it.

"Audrey, I'm not bad a poker."

"You are so bad at poker that you got us kidnapped."

"We got kidnapped because you wanted me to play poker against a mind reader. I seem to recall you weren't doing so well yourself against them." Duke joined her at the rail.

"Yeah, but no one ever expects a girl to be good at poker. Unlike smugglers and pirates." Audrey grinned mischievously at her pirate.

Duke snorted. "Maybe I just wanted to make them comfortable before I went in for the kill."

"Yeah, right. Pull the other one, Maverick."

The captain looked at her oddly. "Who's Maverick?"

"You really don't know?" At his shaken head, she continued. "It was an old western show about a gambler. The movie remake with Mel Gibson was pretty good."

"I never really watched westerns." Duke shrugged, writing off an entire genre.

Audrey blinked. Oh, this would be good. He had tortured her enough with bad movies over the course of the past year. She never did get why the original Poseidon Adventure was lauded so highly, and sitting through the Steve Gutenberg miniseries one was just cruel and unusual punishment, in her opinion. There would be many, many spaghetti westerns in his future.

"So what was the damage?" she asked, not really caring.

Duke began some complex explanation that sailed immediately after her head. She did bring him to a stuttering halt, though when she laughed at him calling the salvage company a bunch of rum soaked pirates for the exorbitant costs they charged to retrieve his stalwart ship when it was a mere 30 miles off the coast. "Isn't that a bit like the pot telling the kettle it's black?"

Duke just attempted to look offended. He failed, mostly because he was still overjoyed at getting his floating second home back. "Well, let's say that the trip still paid more than enough to cover these expenses. We won't have to resort to underground poker tournaments to pay for her college quite yet."

"Hey, can you take the baby for a few minutes? I just need to get something from the car." It was now time to put her plan into action.

Duke nodded affably and took the carrier from Audrey, who escaped down the gangplank. The car could actually easily be seen from the Cape Rouge's deck. Thus he should be able to see clearly when she got in it and drove away. She waved as she got into the driver's side and started the car. The panic in his face was amusing, to realize she'd abandoned him and their baby to the ship was amusing.

As she drove back she activated the bluetooth hands free device in the car. She called Duke, then waited out the first three minutes of his sputtering.

"Duke, take the baby down to Haven on Cape Rouge." She watched the road, slowing to take a curve. "She'll be fine, you'll be fine."

"I don't think you're supposed to drive yet!" Audrey privately agreed that she was likely to soon regret her bid for freedom, but she knew that she had healed considerably well, at least so far, and would likely withstand the drive back though hurting. Mostly she was happy to know that she was giving her daughter and Duke time to bond. And it wasn't like they weren't going to have to separate; Cape Rouge couldn't ferry the car back to Haven. Someone would have to drive it, and Duke was really the only one that could drive, pilot, whatever Cape Rouge back home.

She knew that he would keep their little girl safe on the big vessel. So far the two of them still hadn't decided on a name for her, and the suggestions on both fronts had been getting sillier and sillier. About the only thing they could decide on was that Apple was not a suitable name for a child, and that they would not name the child after the unpronounceable sign for man and woman as Prince had once done.

Audrey drove carefully, sparing herself as much as the car. The ship would have a more direct route back but wouldn't be able to have the speed of the car. Boats, even the fastest racers, still had significantly more drag than a car against air, or so Duke had explained it. Odds were she'd be in Haven long before he was, even if she stopped a few times to rest.

The only thing she could really give him was time with their daughter. Audrey felt guilty that she had caused him to miss their daughter's birth, and had had half a day alone with their little girl. Half a day to dwell on how the sea might have swallowed him up while she was finally safe herself. Her heart had nearly stopped when Nathan finally admitted they were lost, even though he'd promised that they were being looked for already by that point.

To think that she could lose him to something so foolish as a storm. Vanessa had said he would die by the tattooed man's hand, but were her visions always the only way the person could have died? Audrey didn't like the idea of pre-determined fate. It made all of her struggles to end the Troubles seem for naught. She refused to believe that his fate couldn't be averted. She cursed herself and the town that she had to save. Just once she'd like to pretend she could live life for herself, her baby, and the love of her life. Just once she wanted to run away from it all. The relief of having Duke back and the baby safe in her arms showed her what life could be, if only she didn't have the overwhelming need to help the Troubled.

She didn't want her daughter to grow up that way, trapped in what seemed to be this endless cycle. She wanted her daughter to never have to know she would be immune to the troubles, never feel the need to throw away everything, to feel like Captain Ahab, chasing a white whale. Their little girl deserved more. She would see the troubles end for her, and Audrey and Nathan would ensure that Duke would be kept safe so he could watch her grow into the woman she was meant to be.

Audrey repeated this over and over in her head as she drove home. There was hope. Things would get better. She had to believe it, cling to that hope, since there was so much more riding on her solving the mystery behind the troubles now.


She arrived in Haven, as she had expected, before Duke. Dwight was hanging around the marina, ostensibly fixing something (though she had no idea what). She laughed, internally, at the thought of Dwight as the Very Virile Viking, and then couldn't the image out of her head until she sobered herself with the thought that he had a daughter too, and had lost her. It reaffirmed her commitment to ensure her daughter's life was better.

It was full dark before the Cape Rouge docked, and she'd only gotten one alarmed phone call. Dwight, who had stayed with Audrey, quietly watching, and she suspected guarding. Together the two men worked to secure the boat to the dock.

Dwight was openly laughing when he returned to her side. She shot him a questioning look. The big blond man tugged at his ear, and from the deck she could hear Duke's voice rising in song. "You remind me of the babe... What babe? The babe with the power. What power? The power of voodoo. Who do? You do! Do what? Remind me of the babe!" She saw that Duke had improvised a sling and the baby was held close to his chest. He finished doing whatever needed to be completed on the ship and then practically levitated over the rail, the diaper bag slung somehow over his back like a knapsack.

She glanced at Dwight, more amused than upset when Duke walked by talking to his daughter and pointedly ignoring said daughter's mother. "So what do you think, you could be Anne Bonny, or maybe Mary Reed? Maybe Princess Sela? Oh, I know, Maria Lindsey! She was a Canadian pirate. You can be very polite when you rob people on the high seas."

Audrey couldn't help but laugh. "Duke we are not naming her after a pirate!"

"That's what she thinks," he muttered quietly to their little girl.


Two Days Later

It felt like a minor miracle to Duke that the baby was awake and not fussy when somebody pounded on the door. Audrey, who was holding the baby in her arms, glanced at him as if to say 'make whoever it is go away before they screw this up' so he nodded and went to the door.

It was to his surprise that Nathan was standing there, looking more than a bit alarmed. And Duke became alarmed himself when Nathan's first move was to give him a wild eyed look and say "Thank God you're home. You need to come downstairs right now." Nathan looked past him, in at Audrey. "You'd better bring the baby too."

This seemed so uncharacteristic of Nathan that Duke found himself doing as he said. He grabbed the diaper bag, which was full and ready to use in the naïve hopes that they would ever be able to get out of the house again with the baby, and followed him out. Audrey lagged two steps behind, but she seemed fueled by Nathan's urgency too.

"What's wrong?" Duke demanded to know before they reached the landing. "Something is wrong in the Gull, right?" All sorts of horrible possibilities went through his mind.

What if someone had done something wrong and hurt the propane line? What if there was a medical emergency? Audrey's wouldn't be the first or last that the Gull had or would see. What if there was violence? No, he thought, shaking his head over the last possibility. Nathan wouldn't insist that they bring the baby if it was dangerous, so that probably ruled out there being a propane leak too.

Nathan didn't answer his question. He just muttered "come on," evasively and picked up his pace. This of course had Duke fearing a disaster as they walked into his establishment. He took the baby from Audrey, and would never admit to either of them that holding her made him feel a little better. A security baby, he privately deemed her.

His adrenaline surged, expecting the worst, but then he found himself completely confused. Nothing was on fire, no one was bleeding, and there didn't seem to be any sort of catastrophe that warranted Nathan's demeanor at all. All that he found in the room was a bunch of people looking at him, Audrey, and their baby.

It took a moment to process, but eventually he realized that most of the people there weren't staff or regular late afternoon patrons. Instead, they were people that he and Audrey knew well. Or, most of them were: that elderly woman, he thought her name was Lois, who was a big fan of his tacos was there, sitting with the Teagues and Dwight. The Chief sat with an open laptop in front of him, and Claire, Dr. Lucassi, and Beaty shared his table. Stan, Laverne, and her cousin Eunice took up another.

Eventually, Duke realized that Nathan had come up behind him when the other man put his hand on his shoulder. "We need to talk," Nathan said firmly, looking at Audrey as well.

Duke slowly turned his head so he could look at him. "Nate, is this an intervention?"

It had been Duke's hope that this question would be laughed off, but everyone who is gathered there just gave him encouraging looks.

When this happened, Audrey began to look angry. "Nathan, if this is about us not being ma-"

Her brother cut her off before she could finish. Looking her straight in the eye, he asked "what's the baby's name?"

Audrey exchanged a helpless look with Duke, before replying "we still haven't..."

"Exactly." Nathan looked smug. "You're still calling her 'the baby' after a week."

"She's only five days old," Duke found himself protesting automatically. Then he felt stupid. Five days was a long time not to have a name, even if it wasn't a whole week.

"We believed that we were having a boy for the longest time. And she was early too," Audrey added defensively. "We thought we had more time to decide this."

Nathan's response was to narrow his eyes at them both. "Can you honestly tell me, either of you, that you will come up with a name by September twenty-first? That is when she was due, correct?"

Duke opened his mouth, but then he shut it without saying anything. It did not actually feel plausible that he and Audrey were ever going to come up with a name, never mind coming up with one in just a couple of weeks.

Because he was looking at Nathan, and not Audrey, Duke didn't get to see what her reaction to this question was. But he could extrapolate from Nathan saying "exactly."

"So what's the plan here?" Duke asked, sighing. "Every good intervention must have an itinerary, right?"

Dwight got up casually, and crossed the room until he was at the Gull's door, which he shut firmly. "We are not leaving until she has a name."

Duke gave Audrey a look, determined to see her reaction this time. He expected her to throw a temper tantrum, but she just looked resigned. Maybe he wasn't the only one who felt a huge lack of confidence in their ability to come up with an agreeable name.

And what was the worst that could happen? They could hear a bunch of suggestions that they never thought of themselves? Wait. Looking directly at Nathan, he said "If we hear you out, it doesn't mean that we're going to let you name her. I mean, were not voting on names or anything. This isn't a democracy. Or American Idol."

"Of course it isn't. It's a restaurant," the old woman giggled. Until that moment Duke hadn't realized that someone had served the "guests" drinks before they got there. He hoped the hell that the drinkers would be paying for them, especially since he could tell that Lois was drinking some of his higher end vodka.

Nathan just nodded. "Even though you're American, and usually idle, I agree. We're not going to try to force you to name her something you don't like. She just needs a name."

Duke turned to look at mother and child. "Audrey?"

"Fine."

They sat at an empty table, then Duke looked at the gathered people and made a 'go on' gesture. "Give us what you've got."

Dwight raised his hand like a shy third grader. "Yes?" Duke asked, doing his best Mrs. Galledan impression.

"How about Molly?" he suggested. "We had a family pet named Molly. The biggest Maine Coon you ever-" He was nearly drown out by a sudden wail from Duke's arms. But it subsided when Dwight cut himself off abruptly.

"Sorry, Dwight, it's tacky to name a kid after someone's pet," Audrey said. "Besides, Molly Crocker sounds like boxed mashed potatoes."

"Or a rock band," Nathan added, clearly envisioning an 80s hair band.

"They could tour with Winger or Def Leppard." Duke held his hand above his head and pretended to be a head banger. Until Nathan threw a cocktail napkin at him.

Dwight looked crushed. Audrey looked longingly at the cupcakes that had been carefully stored on the bar.

Lois nodded at them. "I had dear friends named Faye and Fanny. They were twins-"

"And were they denied passage to England?" Duke asked. She didn't look like she understood the question.

"I've always thought Jezebel was a nice name," Dave told them.

"No, that's Ms. Landow's neighbor's dog. No pet's names."

"And we're not naming her after a whore," Duke said firmly. People looked surprised that he'd read the bible.

"I guess that rules out Babbette, too," Vince said morosely.

Duke stared at him. "There's a famous whore named Babbette, too?"

"Well, only famous in Derry..."

"Well, if women of the night are out, why don't you go 180 and name her Chastity?" Dave asked somewhat snippily.

"No, that's just asking for trouble," Garland piped up. "The girl'd rack up more boys than Duke did girls."

"I wasn't as much of a player as people think," Duke protested when Audrey glared at him. No one jumped to his defense. "I said I wasn't as much."

"And don't name her Joy, either," Garland advised. "Same problem. She'd grow up to be the sourest bit-"

"Dad, what's your suggestion, then?" Nathan challenged him before he got the last word out.

"Cherry?" he tentatively suggested.

"Cherry?" half the room asked. He mumbled something about no one appreciating good literature anymore.

"Harper?" Nathan suggested, perhaps to counteract his father's implication that no one reads any more.

Duke raised an eyebrow. "Harper Crocker?"

"Scarlet?" Dwight ventured, looking less crushed. Or he did until the baby wailed again. He bowed his head, and Audrey made emphatic motions towards the cupcakes. Dwight sighed and got up and grabbed one off the bar. He ate it under Audrey's disapproving glare, then returned to his seat after giving her a thumbs up.

Once her daughter was quiet once more, Audrey smirked at him. "Frankly my dear, we don't give a damn for that name. And I think she concurs."

"What does that even mean?" Claire complained. You don't give a damn for a name-"

Duke stared her down. "Consider the suggestion gone with the wind and move on."

"Can we end the literary segment of baby naming and move onto more serious suggestions?" Audrey asked plaintively.

"How about Elodie?" Garland's computer asked abruptly. The chief turned the computer screen so the couple could see Jess and Marie in Marie's sickroom.

"I don't think that can be pronounced by men," Vince objected while Duke stumbled over it. "At least not this one, anyway."

"You're not Men," Audrey shot back. "I think it's kind of pretty."

Duke shook his head. "I-lody? Melody." He paused. "No. Vince is right."

"As usual," the smug newspaper man declared, deflecting the evil eye from multiple parties.

"Cordelia?" Beaty asked.

Everyone under the age of 40 shook their heads. "No vampire bait."

Lois had obviously missed BTVS because she looked baffled.

"Prudence?" Duke suggested, laughing when Audrey hit him.

When that earned them questioning looks, she said "My hated middle name." And glared when he looked like he was only then remembering that. Garland nodded as he got up and helped himself to a cupcake, ignoring a hissed admonishment from Laverne.

"What about Glinda?" Dave asked.

"I thought we were done with literary themes." Audrey was beginning to look frazzled.

"It's a movie too," he muttered.

"Besides we're in Haven," Duke pointed out. "We don't want her to be troubled at all, never mind a good or bad witch."

"Good witch."

"Dave, that's really not the point," Vince said gravely.

Dr. Lucassi looked excited. "Rosemary?"

"I don't want to be a grandparent, then," Duke told him, rolling his eyes.

"Like you'd live that long anyway," Dave retorted.

"And we'd have to keep her away from Father Damien," Garland rumbled. But then he grinned.

"Weren't we supposed to get away from literary names?" a French-Canadian voice asked. Jess's cousin was giving them baleful looks, apparently siding with Audrey despite never formally being introduced. Duke caught Laverne wiping icing from her upper lip.

"Marie? What do you think?" Nathan asked, given that she'd spoken up.

"Priscilla," she said with conviction.

"Queen of the Maine Desert," Duke retorted.

Dwight shot Audrey a look. "If she takes after her mother, she'll be queen of dessert."

Audrey calmly walked over to him, and then punched him. He didn't even wince. "Or at least princess of cupcakes." Audrey, tired of everyone eating her cupcakes, swiped one and returned to her seat, but was denied her sugar supplement when Duke stole it from her.

"Where are the cupcakes?" Nathan asked then, but his voice was lost by Stan's suggestion. "Minnie?" he looked away. "No, that's dumb."

"And diminutive."

"There's truth in advertising," Dave told him.

"But she is a big baby!" Audrey protested. "For a girl, anyway." No one looked like they sympathized with her assertion. Nathan ambled up and got a cupcake, bringing one back for each of the Teagues.

"I like Brandy," Laverne said then.

"Not as much as Father Damien," Duke deadpanned. "And while she is a fine girl, I don't think having a bar owner as a father and being named after alcohol is anything Freakenomics would approve of."

Nathan started to hum, and Lois began to warble off key "Brandy, you're a fine girl...", getting half way through the lyrics of the eponymous song before someone unwrapped a cupcake and shoved it in her mouth.

"Didn't she not want to stay up past 7:30?" Audrey muttered.

Duke mouthed back 'day drinker?'

"How about Katie?" Claire suggested.

Audrey and Duke didn't even look at each other before saying "No!" in unison.

"Wha-" she started to say, but Dwight just slowly shook his head at her.

"And no one suggest Hope," Duke said with a shudder. Audrey gave him a questioning look, which he studiously ignored.

"Damn," Stan muttered. "I really like Hope. If my wife and I ever had another girl…"

"You're welcome to it," Duke told him, making a warding off gesture.

"Bennett?" Eunice asked. "That one's getting popular these days."

"I hate that book," Audrey said, wrinkling her nose.

"Because there aren't any vampires," Duke retorted. "Although there is that version with zombies…"

"Delta," Nathan suggested.

"Oh God, you and your Designing Women fetish," Duke said disgusted.

"Can't name her Delta," the Chief said with surprising firmness. "You've got to start with Alpha."

"I take it back, we don't need three more of them." Nathan winced when Duke and Audrey took turns hitting him.

"Ariel?" Dwight's face fell when the nameless baby screamed loudly.

Duke looked down at her. "Good girl. I don't need any more crap from Nate about The Little Mermaid."

Audrey cocked her head. "We're discussing that later."

"Okay," he said meekly, while planning to postpone that conversation as long as possible.

Fortunately, Lois knocked over the forest of shot glasses that had grown up around her and Dave at an opportune moment. He thought Dave had to have been drinking some of them or else she would already have died of alcohol poisoning. Vince's lone coffee mug stood out amongst the bowled over shot glasses, much like a NBA player at a jockey convention.

"Lightening round!" Lois crowed when she realized she had everyone's attention.

"Vivian."

"Rachel."

"Abigail."

"Evelyn."

"Hannah."

"Lillian."

"What about Mary?" Duke asked, patently ignoring the people who'd indulged the old woman. And Audrey's glare, which he pretended he didn't understand the source of. Dr. Lucassi scored a cupcake and gingerly tossed one to Laverne's cousin.

"She wasn't born at sea," Audrey protested. "Although there was nearly enough water at times that rainy night to float us both out of the delivery room."

She and Duke looked at each other then. "Raine?"

"R-a-i-n or R-a-i-n-e?" Eunice asked.

"E," Audrey said, voting for the silent E, and Duke nodded in agreement.

"Hallelujah," the Chief declared. Then he accidentally knocked over Vince's coffee cup when Lois began to belt out the Jeff Buckley song. Or at least that's the story Duke thought he'd tell if he ever had to explain himself. Fortunately the Gull's coffee was never McDonald's hot to begin with, and it was damn near tepid by the time the octogenarian was drenched with the remains.

"What about a middle name?" Jess asked, ruining the sense of relief that'd grown up amongst the rest of them.

"Vivian Rachel Abigail Evelyn Hannah Lillian," Nathan grumped.

"Raine Evelyn," Duke declared. "Evelyn means radiance, and this kid's got that in spades already."

Audrey just shrugged. "Why not."

"He really did read her baby books," Nathan said just loud enough for Duke to hear. No one else did because he didn't immediately get crap about it.

"And now tacos," Lois said dreamily.

"Wait, what?" Duke asked, but he was immediately drown out by people making specific taco requests. Sighing, he handed his daughter to Audrey and grabbed a notepad and began to write it all down.

"Where'd all my cupcakes go?" Audrey asked, irritated because what once had been a large host of her favorite treats had dwindled to nothingness. She cast an accusing eye around at everyone. The guests displayed variously innocent expressions.

Sam came up behind Duke. "Hey, you need help with those tacos? Oh, thanks for the cupcakes, man. They really hit the spot."

Duke figured it would be better to get Sam into the kitchen. He would at least have a knife to defend himself with when Audrey got to him. Maybe he could send Sam on an emergency cupcake run, if Nathan hadn't bought the bakery out already.


Duke ended up making the tacos at Lois's request, leaving Audrey and the baby as the sole centers of attention. Or maybe it was just the baby. "Can I...?" Nathan eventually asked, and she thought it said a lot that he'd waited until Raine had finally settled into quietness.

"Of course. Go to Uncle Nathan, sweetheart," Audrey cooed. Raine didn't wake up as Audrey transferred her into her uncle's arms.

"Aww, aren't you something?" Nathan asked nonsensically. She didn't even deign to open her eyes in response. He clearly didn't mind.

For a moment Audrey simply enjoy having nothing in her arms for a moment, then she glanced over at Nathan. He was holding the baby without any of the trepidation she sensed in so many other men when it came to handling a newborn. In fact, other than Duke, the only other man who seemed to hold her daughter without fear was Garland. Maybe she shouldn't be surprised that Nathan was as good with children as his father, the man had raised him after all.

"What?" Nathan asked when he caught her eye.

"Hmm?"

"You're thinking hard about something. What?"

Audrey shrugged. "I was just thinking that you look good with a baby in your arms."

"I do, don't I?" he asked, amusing her with his cockiness.

"You do. Maybe you'll have one to hold all the time soon."

"Anything's possible," he said solemnly. "We both want kids, and we can't wait forever."

"True," she agreed. Jess was fairly close in age to Nathan, and due to the unfairness of biology her age was a far bigger factor than his. "But I'm guessing you'll get the whole wedding thing out of the way first."

"She would prefer it," Nathan told her.

That was interesting, Audrey thought. From his careful wording even though they'd already told the computer good night she got the sense that he himself didn't care as much about what order major events in the couple's life fell into. "Have you set a date yet?"

"No," Nathan replied with a short shake of his head. "But we've promised each other that we will, as soon as she gets back."

How long that might be was not a question she was eager to ask. She was positive that he didn't know, and Jess likely didn't have a solid idea herself, either. "Nathan-"

"Who else wants tacos?" Duke called loudly. "I want to get this over with."

Nathan walked towards the bar, so he could speak to Duke without shouting. "I thought you liked the whole cooking thing," he said wryly, gently bouncing the baby when she began to fuss.

"I think you like the whole cop work thing too," Duke told him, pointing a spatula at him before stirring the pan of hamburger again. "But I bet you like it less on your day off."

"Good point."

Audrey took the baby back, leaving the two men to continue to trade quips.


a/n: Bet Raine didn't make anyone's list of possibilities, but we like it. And have spent the last couple of months cracking each other up by declaring " Lightening round!" at random moments =)