"I can't believe we're married!" Margaret cried. "Oh, I can't believe it!"

"You sound shocked and offended!" Henry told her, sounding hurt. "Why is that?"

"No, of course I'm not offended," Margaret told him. "But you can't say I'm not shocked. Aren't you? I mean, it's nice, but I wasn't expecting to be single one day and married the next. And I think I would have liked to remember our wedding." She paused, a hand on her head. "Damn, my head!" She cried. "Whatever we had, it was clearly not anything watered down like Uncle Klaus gave me on the boat over here."

"Well, I'm sure that we could find someone and ask if they know a cure for a hangover." Henry got out of bed and began looking around for his clothes. "Well, that's weird," he said finally. "All my clothes seem to have gone missing. Yours too."

"Our clothes were stolen?" Margaret cried and covered herself with a blanket. "Who the hell would do such a thing?"

"That's it," Henry cried, striding toward the opening of their hut. "I don't care if I'm naked. I'm going to talk to somebody!" But his anger was dissipated when he stepped onto the beach and a bunch of people cheered at the sight of him and handed him a drink.

"Is Margaret coming too?" One of the men asked.

"She's still adjusting to us being here," Henry told him. "I'm sure she'll come out eventually, though."

It was then that a band started and everyone began to dance, which was quite the sight, since no one was wearing any clothes. Henry joined in, taking one drink, and then another, and eventually Margaret emerged from the hut she and Henry had been in, and she looked irritated. "What the hell are you doing?" She cried, looking disgusted. She had the sheet from the bed pulled tightly around herself.

"I'm having fun!" Henry cried as he danced around, his drink sloshing out of the cup and hitting the sand.

"Well, you look like an absolute idiot!" Margaret cried. "I've never seen anything so undignified in my life!"

At this remark, some of the men chuckled. "What's so funny?" Margaret snapped, striding up to them. "Have I said something that amuses you?"

"I feel sorry for you," one of them told Henry. "She's fun when she's drunk, but when she's sober, she acts like she's got a giant stick up her ass!"

This caused Henry to burst into loud laughter, and Margaret got so annoyed that she went and smacked the drink out of his hand. "I don't like it here anymore," she snapped. "Things are probably better at home by now. I'd like to go."

"Well, we can't do that until your uncle/my grandfather comes back with the boat," Henry replied, zapped the blanket off her, which caused her to shriek and run behind a plant. "So you might as well enjoy yourself."

"How can I?" Margaret replied. "With all the icky sand, and the nakedness, and the drinking...oh, god, what a mess!"

"Come on," Henry urged and held out his hand. "Music's going. Dance with me."

"Give me back the sheet and I'll think about it," Margaret replied.

Henry sighed and zapped her sheet back on. Then, true to her word, she took Henry's hand and danced with him in the waves.

When they were tired of dancing, they took a break and Henry finally convinced Margaret to have a drink. "Would it offend you if I said there are a good number of attractive men around here?" she asked after she finished what was in the glass.

"Well, judging from what some of the men have said about enjoying you when you're drunk, I have to say they feel the same about you," Henry replied.

"You jealous?" Margaret wondered aloud.

Henry scoffed. "No. No, I'm not. I love you. I don't feel threatened. Do what you want. That seems to be the law of the jungle around here."

"Are you seriously suggesting that I go up to one of those boys and...?" Margaret trailed off.

"Sure," Henry replied. "If you want." He tilted his head toward one of the women who was looking at him hopefully. "I've got a date myself."

"Oh, you and your pirate nature," Margaret replied. "But I trust you too. Have fun!" Just then, a bronzed young man with big brown eyes and flowing dark hair caught her eye. She gave him a wink and ran to him. "I know I will."

"So, did you tell your father we're expecting again?" Edward asked Laura. "How did he take it?"

"He practically cried!" Laura replied. "He was happy for us. And Mom was too. It was a much less awkward announcement than when I told Dad I was pregnant with Charlie." She sighed. "Now, speaking of Charlie, we just have to get him on board. I didn't think he'd be so upset, but I heard him complaining to Elizabeth about how we were gonna just forget about him. How can we change his mind?"

"We might not be able to," Edward replied. "Sometimes, you can't. I mean, I'm pretty sure my older brothers were never all that happy that I was around. Not that my parents ever did or said anything to make them have a more positive outlook about me."

"Well, I have a more positive outlook about you," Laura replied and hugged him. "I love you!"

"Yeah?" Edward hugged her back. "I love you too." He paused when he heard her stomach growl. "You need me to get you something?" He asked her. "Ice cream? Chips?"

"Chips, please," Laura said. "Sour cream and onion potato chips are the best!"

"All right," Edward nodded. "Chips it is!" He went to get her chips and a few minutes later, they heard a soft knock on the door. When they called for the person on the other side to come in, Charlie poked his head in. "Are you busy?" He asked.

"No," Edward replied. "In fact, we wanted to talk to you. Come here."

"All right," Charlie replied, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes and advancing slowly toward the bed. The red washable marker tattoo of what seemed to be a dragon was visible on his left arm.

"That looks good," Laura said, motioning at the tattoo. "What do you think?"

"It's good," Charlie replied as he climbed next to her. "Will you give me more tattoos when the baby comes?"

"Of course I will!" Laura replied and gave him a hug. "I promise I won't forget." She held the bag out. "Chip?"

"Okay," Charlie replied and took out a handful, and put some in his mouth. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Laura replied and gave him a hug. Then, her eyes widened as she hopped off the bed and ran for the bathroom.

Edward and Charlie had identical winces on their faces and when the sounds of puking subsided, Edward called hesitantly, "Laura, dear? Are you all right?"

"Yeah, sure," Laura called back, even though she still sounded ill. "You two think of something fun to do. I'll be fine."

Edward sighed and looked at Charlie. "So, what do you want to do?"

Charlie thought a moment. "Well, I have some math homework I haven't started yet. I know you like helping me with that."

"Does it have to do with money?" Edward asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Well, no," Charlie shook his head. "But here's a word problem for you."

"All right," Edward replied and squared his shoulders. "Let me have it."

Charlie nodded. "If you take my current allowance of twenty dollars a week, and then add ten dollars, what will you have?"

"You're not getting a raise on your allowance yet," Edward replied flatly. "I said you could on your next birthday."

"So you're not even gonna think about it?" Charlie asked. "You know, Uncle Gregory gave Elizabeth a raise!"

"Well, just because Elizabeth got a raise, doesn't mean you get one too," Edward replied. "If I gave you raises on your allowance every time you asked for them, what kind of father would I be?"

Charlie gave him a long look and then hopped off the bed to shout to his mother behind the bathroom door. "Mom, can I have a ten dollar raise on my allowance?"

"No," Laura shouted back. "If your father says you can't have one til your birthday, then you don't get one til your birthday. Nice try coming at me while I was weak and vulnerable, though."

"Thanks for the support!" Edward told her as Charlie stomped out of the room, his worry about his sibling forgotten over his anger about his allowance. "It's nice to know you'll back me up!"

"Of course I will!" Laura replied, poking her head out the bathroom door. "We can't let a kid overpower us!"

"You feeling better?" Edward asked, coming to hug her and run his fingers through her hair.

"Yeah," Laura replied, laying her head on his shoulder. "I'm better now. Thanks for asking."

"Kol?" Elijah asked his brother when he opened the door and saw Kol and his daughter Regina standing on the front porch. "Regina? What's going on?"

"Have you seen Grandpa?" Regina asked her uncle as Kol urged her inside. "He's missing! We've called him lots of times, but he won't answer!"

"'He's missing'?" Elijah repeated and looked at Kol. "Really? I mean, he told me he was going out, and I just assumed he came back home. Apparently not."

"No!" Regina shook her head, her long dark hair whipping around and slapping her in the face. "You have to help us find him!"

"Now, Regina, we can find your grandfather on our own," Kol said. "We only came here to ask your uncle if he knows anything, which he clearly doesn't." They turned to go, but Elijah looked down at his distressed niece and sighed. "I don't know where he is," he told her. "But I know a surefire way to draw him out so we will know where he is.'

"You do?" Regina asked. "What is it? Is it gonna take a long time?"

"No," Elijah replied. "I just have to talk to your aunt and ask her a favor. Normally, what I'm asking her to do is something I wouldn't encourage, but as you feel this is an emergency, I guess the easiest way to get Father back is to release Lonely Heart."

"Couldn't you just call him on the phone?" Kol asked.

"He's with a woman," Elijah reminded his brother. "It'll take more than a phone call to tear him away." But luckily for them, before Elijah had to release the beast, Kol's phone rang. "Yes?" He said.

"What's with all the messages?" Mikael snapped. "What do you want?"

"Regina was worried, Father," Kol replied while Regina gave a little happy jump. "Where the hell are you?"

"I'm driving," Mikael replied and looked at unconscious Gwen in the backseat via the mirror over the console. He'd decided on a whim that he'd wanted to take her to an old beach hideaway of his and wanted it to be a surprise, so he'd dosed Gwen up with the rest of the potion by putting it in her orange juice, and after he was sure she was unconscious, they were off. "And you can tell Regina that while it was good of her to worry about me, I'm fine."

"You know, Elijah figured you were with a woman," Kol said. "He was gonna give Selina permission to do evil just to draw you out, but I thought that would be a bit of an overreaction."

"Well, of course it would have been an overreaction, but it would have been fun nonetheless," Mikael replied. "Tell him if that's the idea he has in his head, he can feel free to do it any time. I'll be waiting."

Just then, he heard a groan from the backseat. The amount of potion had been much smaller than the first dose, so now Gwen was waking up. "What the hell?" Kol heard her say into the phone. "Where am I?"

"Patience, Gwendolyn," Mikael told her. "I'll explain everything in a minute." After that, Kol heard Gwen shout, "Mikael, I'm going to kill you!" Then the line went dead and Kol shut his phone off. "Well, Father's having a good time," he said with a smirk. "No need to worry, there."

"Where did he go?" Regina asked.

"He's just taking a friend of his on a trip," Kol said. "I'm sure he'll be back eventually. Whether he'll return in one piece or multiple pieces, I can't be sure, though."

"Was I right?" Elijah asked. "Was he with a woman?"

"Yep," Kol nodded. "She threatened to kill him. She's just his type." He paused and his eyes lit up. "What do you think Mother would say if she knew Father was seeing someone?"

"I'm sure she'd be grateful," Elijah replied. "Cause he'd no longer pester her about that mountain man she left him for."

"So should I tell her?" Kol asked.

"Do whatever you want," Elijah replied. "It's not like you're gonna listen to what I suggest anyway."

"Good point," Kol replied, dialing his mother's number. "You know me so well, brother."