juicetroop82: It may take awhile, but they'll start getting closer. HouseBroken: Thank you! litafan82: haha maybe because I'm evil? Megan: You're welcome. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. lachach: I'll have to admit, it took me awhile to come up with a way to end that seance. Somehow, Abbie smacking the entity out of Liv seemed appropriate. Thank you for the standing ovation. That made me smile so much when I read that. dove in love: It's nice to have an awesome person like you too. (kisses and hugs). I won't forget about it! I'm actually looking forward to writing it. :) haha I think it's cute that you tell your mom, "Demon, be gone!" Jessica-loves-Katie: I think it would have been hard for me if I were in Alex and Abbie's position. I probably would have smacked it out of Liv too. haha. BrokenDreams03: Hmmm, I know entities can possess people, but I'm not sure you can smack one out of someone. haha. Unless you're Abbie Carmichael, then you can do ANYTHING! Dee Hensley: Chucky nightmares sound like no fun at all. :( I started cracking up when I read that you were thinking about Abbie beating the hell out of people. I think that would be a very valuable service to offer. peterpeter: I had never thought about that, but hmmm, that sounds like a good idea.


Alex and Olivia walked into their seventh period Home Ec. class carrying two empty baby carriers that used to belong to Jared. They were slightly out of breath from running to their class, but they didn't care. Their Home Ec. teacher had been telling them about the baby simulator all week and now that it was Friday, Alex and Olivia were finally going to get their Cabot-Benson babies. Most of the students had been dreading this assignment, but Alex and Olivia couldn't wait. They already had names chosen for their babies and they had gone shopping for the day before. The onesies they purchased were solid baby pink, but the girls spent hours personalizing them with their daughters' names and flower embroidery. They had decided on the names Abigail and Serena. They chose Abigail because of their dear friend Abbie, who was just as excited about her son Lucas as she was about Alex and Olivia's daughters. Their other daughter was named Serena after the baby's grandma, but Abbie's girlfriend Serena swore the baby was named after her instead.

As soon as they were given their babies, Alex, Olivia and Abbie dressed them in their onesies and placed them carefully in their carriers. Alex and Olivia weren't surprised that Abbie's son was dressed in a Dallas Cowboys onesie. "Start him young, raise him right. That's my motto for Lucas," Abbie told them once her son was dressed. She then pulled out a tiny Dallas Cowboys hat and placed it on his head.

At other schools, the baby simulator assignment lasted a week, but not at North High. Mrs. Rossi, their Home Ec. teacher, believed her students wouldn't get the full effect with only one week, so she always extended the assignment so it would last a month. During that month, they were expected to create a baby book and fill out daily time sheets with all the baby's activities. The Cabenmichael girls loved Mrs. Rossi. She was a sweet, older woman who had been at North High since the early '60s. Mrs. Rossi remembered Olivia's mom and her aunts. She told Olivia that her mom had received a C on the project for accidentally leaving her baby in the locker room overnight.

"She left her baby overnight?" Olivia asked in disbelief.

"She sure did," Mrs. Rossi told the Cabenmichael girls as they were hanging out in her classroom after class had been dismissed.

"I'm surprised she didn't get an F," Olivia told her.

"Your mom was scatterbrained back then," Mrs. Rossi informed her. "She was 15 and her boyfriend had just been sent to Vietnam. There was no way I was going to fail her. There were days when she'd come to school crying because she was so worried about something happening to him. A few of my other girls were going through the same thing and, even though it wasn't fair to my other students, I tried to take it easy on those girls in particular."

"How did my mom do?" Alex asked.

"Deborah Morgan, right?" Mrs. Rossi asked and Alex nodded. "I had her in '67, I believe. She was always a pleasure, very well-mannered and proper. She got an A+ on the assignment. Back in fall of 1966, I taught a sewing class that I will never forget. Both of your mothers were in it together. Deborah was a senior and Serena was a freshman. I paired the two of them up, which was a huge mistake. Deborah was the most popular girl in school. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad, head of the dance committee, senior class president, and she was nominated for Homecoming Queen. To top it off, the girl looked like a movie star. Her clothes were always so coordinated and there was a never a strand of her blonde hair out of place. Serena, on the other hand, was the total opposite. She was 14-years-old and fresh out of junior high. She was a pretty girl, but very gangly, no figure whatsoever. She was really young so she still had her baby face. Serena was still trying to find her niche in this school, but she was really interested in politics and very outspoken. She may have not been popular like Deborah, but her presence was known at this school because she was always in trouble for one thing or another. Deborah called Serena a twit and Serena called Deborah a square. Deborah had her eyes on a very handsome senior football player named Steven. One day, Steven comes into my seventh period sewing class just before the period began. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and he asked me if he could interrupt for just a moment. I gave him permission, of course. Then he walked over to where Deborah and Serena were sitting and, with everyone's eyes on him, he announces that he wants to ask the prettiest girl in the whole school to go to the Homecoming dance with him. Deborah was beaming because she thought he was definitely asking her, but who does he ask: Serena. Serena was so shocked. It took her awhile to say yes, but when she finally did she got up to give him a hug and he handed her the flowers and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He told her that he had a crush on her for the longest time, but he was too shy to ask her out. A couple weeks later, she became his girlfriend and Deborah was furious. One day in class, Deborah just snapped and started yelling at Serena. Here she was this popular senior and her crush had asked out a freshman girl. All of her friends were giving her a hard time for it and she couldn't take it anymore."

"What did she do?" Alex asked.

"Well, Serena started instigating her right after class ended. She told Deborah she wasn't afraid of her and that if she's so angry she should do something about it. So, the two of them get up and Deborah tries to smack Serena, but Serena ducks and then tackles Deborah to the ground and starts hitting her while Deborah is digging into Serena's skin with her nails. The whole time they were yelling and screaming at each other. It took myself and two other girls to pry them apart. To add salt to the wound, as Serena was being escorted by the principal, she turns around and shouts to Deborah, 'Stay away from my boyfriend!' We had to try our hardest to keep her from lunging at Serena after that. Never in my teaching career, have I seen two young ladies go at it like that. They were so full of hate and both of them were bleeding so much. Their parents picked them up and took them to the hospital immediately."

"Are you serious?" Olivia asked. "I can't imagine either of them doing something like that, especially over a boy."

"Believe it," Mrs. Rossi said and started smiling. "I couldn't believe it myself, especially since the two of them seemed like such sweet girls. They hated each other so much, though, which surprises me that you're friends."

"Oh, they still don't like each other," Alex told her. "When they see each other, they're civil, but as soon as Olivia's mom leaves, my mom starts talking about her."

"My mom does the same thing," Olivia said. "Alex and I never knew why."

"When Olivia and I first became friends in preschool, I remember her dropping Olivia off at my house on New Year's Eve and they just stared each other down. Then my mom said something like, 'When my daughter said her best friend's last name was Benson, I had a feeling she'd be yours. I always knew you'd have a child out of wedlock. Once a slut, always a slut, I guess.'"

"My mom looked like she wanted to smack her all over again," Olivia told Mrs. Rossi. "But she refrained because of Alex and me."

"Oh, we are going to have so much fun asking your moms about that," Abbie said and started smiling. "That's so scandalous."

"Just don't tell them your source," Mrs. Rossi teased.


The girls stayed to chat for a few more minutes before they decided it was time to go. They grabbed their baby carriers and carried them to Alex's car. Fitting three carriers in the car wasn't an easy task. Abbie sat in between two of them in the backseat and Olivia set one of them on her lap. She knew it was illegal if it were a real baby but if they were stopped, they couldn't get a ticket for having a doll in a carrier without a seatbelt.

"My son is G," Abbie said when they were on their way to Serena's house to drop her off. It was supposed to be a Cabenmichael night, but Abbie and Serena wanted to spend their first night with their son and only their son. Alex and Olivia were the same way. They wanted some alone time with their new daughters and it gave them the perfect opportunity to practice for when they were really married and had children.

"He's pretty G," Olivia agreed. "Especially with that hat."

"He's G like his mom," Abbie added.

"That's pushing it," Alex teased.

"I'm G and so is Lucas," Abbie insisted. "Lucas Andrew Carmichael is the cutest little boy ever even if he's just a doll. Your girls probably have crushes on him already."

"Our kids are probably going to end up marrying each other someday," Alex said. "That would be so cute."

"They're dolls, babe," Olivia pointed out.

"I meant our real Cabot-Benson son or daughter is probably going to marry Abbie and Serena's future son or daughter," Alex told her.

"That would be so cute," Abbie said excitedly. "I can't wait."

After they dropped Abbie off at Serena's house, Alex packed an overnight bag and they headed over to Olivia's with the Cabot-Benson babies safely secured in the backseat.


When Alex and Olivia were sitting on the living room sofa, little Abigail started to cry. If the baby cried, they were supposed to stick a special pacifier in its mouth until the crying noise stopped. Sometimes it stopped after five minutes, other times it lasted up to half an hour. There was a chip in the 'baby' that kept track of how long it took for the parent to respond to the baby's cries. The longer it took, the lower the grade the parent would receive at the end of the month. They were also expected to document every time someone else took care of their baby.

The moment Abigail started to cry, Alex picked her up, put the pacifier in her mouth, and cradled her until she stopped crying.

"Does your mom still have her '66-'67 yearbook?" Alex asked once Abigail had stopped crying.

"Yeah, I'll go get it," Olivia said. She knew exactly where it was so she was back in a matter of seconds.

They started flipping the pages and found pictures of Alex's mom as Homecoming Queen and pictures of her with her cheer squad. Next, they saw her school picture. Alex hated that picture because her mom looked so beautiful. Her soft blonde hair was perfectly in place and she had a gorgeous smile. The senior class voted her 'Prettiest Girl' and Alex could see why. Next to her was Steven Morrison, the love of Serena's life and the class of 1967's winner for 'Most Desirable Guy.'

"I'd be obsessed with him, too," Alex admitted. "Look at this guy! He's a dream! He has those classic, all-American good looks. Plus, he's so sweet. Look at what he put for his future plans."

"Marry Serena Benson," Olivia read. " That is sweet. Your mom must have been livid when she read that."

"I bet," Alex told her. "I think for future plans, I'm going to write, 'Have a wonderful life with Olivia Benson by my side.'"

"You better not," Olivia said and then kissed her girlfriend. "That's what I was going to write. You can't steal my idea."

"I wanna see your mom," Alex said as she started flipping the pages again.

"There she is," Olivia said when Alex found the freshmen section.

"How cute!" Alex squealed. "Look at those curls and that innocent smile. How could my mom hate her? I'd be asking her out instead of hating her."

"Not everyone is as gay as us," Olivia said as she started kissing her girlfriend. "And it's kind of weird that you and Abbie drool over pictures of my mom as a high school girl."

"No, we think her high school pictures are cute," Alex corrected her. "We drool over her college pictures and the pictures of her at Studio 54, especially the ones at Studio 54. I swear those pants—"

"Okay!" Olivia interrupted and got on top of her girlfriend so she could start kissing her.


"I want you so bad right now," Alex said as she was lying in bed next to Olivia that night.

"Not as bad as I want you," Olivia told her. At that moment, she was glad they decided not to wear pajamas. Olivia removed Alex's panties and tossed them aside, along with her own.

As Alex was straddling Olivia's thighs, she slowly removed her bra and let Olivia take in the view.

"You're wearing the bra that clasps in the front," Alex pointed out. "You know what that does to me."

"That's why I wore it," Olivia teased. Alex undid the front clasp and lowered her body so she could tease Olivia's nipples with her tongue.

Olivia was enjoying every movement of Alex's tongue when they heard a loud, crying noise.

"Babe, check on the girls," Olivia told her. Their girls were in the guest bedroom, which they had designated as the nursery. They were going to keep them in the bedroom, but they thought having a nursery would make the experience authentic.

"Why do I have to?" Alex asked, but the pleading look on Olivia's face was all the answer she needed. She grabbed Olivia's robe, tied it tightly on her, and walked to the next room. She picked up little Serena and took her to the room so she could hold her. It was 15 minutes before the baby stopped crying and the whole time, Alex and Olivia were worried about waking up Olivia's mom and her new boyfriend.

"Where were we?" Olivia asked after they had put the baby to sleep.

"I believe I was about to please my girlfriend," Alex said as she got on her knees for Olivia. After feeling how turned on Olivia was, Alex started sucking on her clit. That was what got Olivia going more than anything. She couldn't help but reach down and gently pull Alex's hair. She became even more aroused when she saw that Alex was touching herself as she was sucking on her. The two of them locked eyes as Alex was on her knees and Olivia thought that was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Both girls were close to their release when they heard yet another loud cry.

"That's probably Abigail," Olivia said as she was trying to calm herself down. "Babe, go check on her."

"No!" Alex said sternly. "I'm on my knees and you're already standing up. It is your turn anyway, Olivia."

Olivia put on the same robe and walked to the next room. She picked up Abigail, put the pacifier in her mouth, and tried everything to calm her down. After 15 minutes of cradling her, she walked back to her room holding their crying daughter. The girls tried singing to Abigail, rocking her, lying down with her, but nothing worked. She had cried for a total of 30 minutes before she finally stopped.

Olivia placed her back in her carrier in the nursery and quietly walked back to the room. She had wanted to return to what they were doing before their daughter started crying, but when she opened her bedroom door, she saw her naked girlfriend fast asleep on top of the covers. Olivia walked over to the bed, took Alex's glasses off, and placed them on the nightstand. She gave Alex a goodnight kiss on the cheek before she covered the two of them with her comforter. Olivia knew touching herself was an option, but she was no longer in the mood. It was only the first night and the Cabot-Benson twins were already wearing them out.