When Sawyer came downstairs, he saw Dan sleeping on the couch in their living room. Capitu was in the kitchen pouring honey over her peeled grapefruit.

"Hey," he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Why is Dan sleeping on our couch?" he asked.

"He came over last night. He and mom stayed up until late," she nibbled on her breakfast. "How are May and Robert?"

"I didn't speak with Robert. We didn't go to her place."

"But what did you do?" she asked before taking another piece of fruit.

"We went to dinner, ate, she briefly told me what happened during the past two days and we sat without speaking."

"That's not very like her," she shrugged.

"I know," he placed his mug to his lips. "It's stupid, really. Just one big soap opera."

"We never should have gotten involved with them," Capitu looked at how the honey dripped from her fork.

"I know," he nodded. "Too bad that Anne is going to become one of them."

"Who's Anne?" Capitu asked.

"Oh, that is how we're going to name the baby," he smiled. "We're naming her after Charlotte's grandmother."

"Touching," Capitu started washing the dirty dishes.

"As expected from my ironic little sister," he rolled his eyes.

They heard the door open as Vanessa came in with groceries.

"Where were you?" Sawyer asked.

"Oh, we ran out of milk so I went and bought some. But then I remembered that we didn't have some other things so I made some shopping," she smiled.

"At this unorthodox hour?" he asked.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Capitu asked while rummaging through the bags.

"Shoot, you're right," he ran upstairs.

Just then, Dan came inside the kitchen while rubbing his eyes.

"Morning, Sunshine," Vanessa smiled.

"Good morning," he said. "Thanks for letting me crash."

"I had no choice. You fell asleep on the kitchen floor. By the way, some lady-Amanda- called all morning."

"Amanda?!" Dan snapped. "My editor! Oh, shoot!" he straightened his clothes. "I gotta go."

"Wait, what about breakfast?" Vanessa asked.

"No time! Bye!" he hopped out the door.

"What was that all about?" Sawyer asked as he came down doing his tie. "More coffee, please."

"They're going through a rough period right now. So let's try and be supportive," Vanessa said.

"Of course," he nodded.

"Your coffee," Capitu passed him his thermos. "And here you have raspberry syrup iced coffee for Charlotte," she gave him another one.

"Don't you have anymore muffins?" he asked.

"No. I woke up too late," she checked the cat shaped clock on the wall. "And I'm going to be late for school," she went upstairs.

"Bye, mum," he gave Vanessa a quick peck before leaving.


As he drove to Manhattan, Dan dialed his editor's number.

"Hello, Amanda?" he said. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Yes, tell me. What?!" he pulled the break at the street light. "Really? Internationally? Oh, God. No, no, why would I feel pressured in any way? I mean it's just the BBC," he ironically said. "I'll come and talk out the details. Thanks. Bye!"

He was really excited. Some local televisions filmed his book releases, but never an international one. Without realizing it, he was driving to Serena's house. He didn't know exactly why, but half an hour later he was on her doorstep. The door opened after a few knocks. It was Nate who answered.

"Nate?" he was surprised.

"Dan." He nodded. He was wearing a long dark red dressing gown and holding a coffee mug. "What do you want?"

"Nate, listen," he scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry about the situation."

"I'm sure you are," he nodded. "I am also sorry," he rubbed his chin. "Anything else?"

"Nate?" They heard Serena's voice call. "Dan?" she came in the doorway wearing only a cream coloured dress shirt.

"Well, umh, sorry for disturbing. I just came to tell you that results are in two days. Right. Good day," he left.


May sat on the bench in the inner courtyard and drank her strawberry juice. She did not notice when Jane came up to her.

"Hey," she said. "Can I sit?"

"Go ahead," she answered her without looking.

"So you're coming to school too?" she shyly asked.

"Yes. Robert's calling in sick. Dad's too busy to notice."

"I can only imagine!" Jane said.

May grimaced. "Life doest stop here. He's actually busy with his new book release. BBC is going to be there," she got up.

"Really?" she asked. "Isn't that a bit frightening?"

"No?" she raised an eyebrow. "It's a good thing. Are you… are you scared?" she incredulously asked. "Are you scared of the media?"

She uneasily smiled. "I guess. A little. When my dad died there were so many reporters everywhere."

"Huh," May said realizing she had wasted too much time. "Bye."

"See you around," she quickly said.

As she made her way through the crowd, May bumped into Charlotte. Her swollen belly was evident.

"Hey," she smiled.

"Hey," she moved on.

Shrugging, Charlotte made her way to Jane.

"Hello, Beautiful," she said brushing away a few strands of blonde hair. "Watcha doing?"

"Hi, I was just hanging around."

"Wanna go grab some lunch?" she asked linking arms with her.

"Oh, Charlotte!" they heard Miranda's high pitch voice.

Charlotte rolled her eyes before twirling on her flats.

"I brought you a grapefruit juice. You need a lot of calcium and it keeps your nausea under control. Plus, it's really delicious," Miranda said.

"And I brought you a bar of Swiss chocolate for energy," Candy beamed.

"Oh, thank you. You girls are the best," Charlotte sweetly smiled.

"Just doing what we can," they simultaneously said. It was getting scary.

"Well, see you around," she said.

"Bye!"

After they left, Jane spoke. "How on earth do you manage?"

"Oh, it takes practice. The secret is to keep on smiling."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It does," she nodded drinking from her straw. "But this is good."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. So, talk to me. How are you feeling?"

"Not so good," she said. "Not much I can do about it, though.

"Yeah, Belle filled me in on it. Have you spoken to Robert?"

"Oh, so you know about Rebecca and me?"

"Everything."

"How is Rebecca?"

"She's fine. Healthy. Eating properly. She just doesn't go out, poor soul. Belle and Edward are a tad concerned about her."

"Oh, well, good thing she's there while I'm struggling here."

"So you need her, don't you?"

"I don't," she quickly said. "Maybe Kurt."

"I don't have siblings, but I can tell that the bond is strong. You need her."

"I…"

"And I think you already forgave her."

"Maybe, but I cannot forget."

"Listen, think about me. Sawyer didn't act like the ultimate gentleman, at all. I can't forget that, but I try to get past it so that I can be happy."

"But you're certain that Sawyer loves you."

"And you're not?"

"I guess I…"

"Don't worry," she patted her shoulder. "I'm just trying to help you figure things out."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Charlotte?"

"Yeah?"

"I wish you were my sister," she lovingly said. "I wish you and Kurt…"

"Yeah, well," she ran her fingers through her hair. "It wasn't meant to be," she sadly smiled. "But I can still be your friend, right?" she nudged her.

"Right."


Both Chuck and Nate were resting in the gentlemen's lounge smoking cigars.

"Are you nervous, Nathaniel?" Chuck asked him.

"Not at all, my dear friend. Serena is going to marry me. She needs me."

"Oh, really? My sister was always a little too unpredictable."

Nate laughed. "She was when she didn't have children. She was when her husband hadn't committed suicide. She's insecure and vulnerable and she needs me."

"You don't think that she's in love with Dan Humphrey?" Chuck asked.

"That is irrelevant. I don't see him asking her to marry him and I don't see him supporting her. If I would have found that Kurt was my son-"

"He doesn't know that for sure."

"Anyway, I would have tried my best to support him. I don't think Dan ever said a word to him in his whole life."

Chuck shrugged.

"And what are you and Blair up to?" he quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh, Blair and I? Well, Blair is still upset because of her divorce, but I think she realized that I am the only man for her."

"That's cocky."

"That's true," he smirked. "And it would be good for Belle."

"See, my getting together with Serena would be good for our children."

"But you do love her, don't you?"

"Of course, of course," he quickly said.


May was doing the laces of her running shoes when the doorbell rang. She grabbed a bottle of water and opened the door only to find Jane.

"Hello?" Jane shyly smiled.

"Okay, you don't know when to take a hint, do you?"

"I'm sorry, but I would really like to speak to Robert if he's home," she said.

May rolled her eyes. Jane eyed his shoes in the opened shoe closet. "So is he?"

"I don't know. Let me check," she went to their rooms.

Robert was doing something on her laptop when she came in the room.

"Jane here to see you," she said.

"What does she want?" he jumped.

"How should I know?" she grimaced. "I'm going jogging. So what am I going to tell her? Are you in or are you out?"

He got up. She rolled her eyes. They both walked back to the living room kitchen.

"I'm going out," she grabbed her water bottle and left.

"Hey," Jane weakly smiled.

"Hey," he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Can I get you a coke?" he went to the fridge.

"Is it diet?" she asked taking a seat on the stool.

"No," he answered.

"Then just tap water for me."

He poured her a glass. "So what's wrong?"

"Well," she folded her hands on her lap. "Quite a lot of things. That's why I'm here. I want to help sort things out."

"I appreciate it, but there's nothing you can do about it."

"Oh, but I think there is. I'm sorry that you're in love with me. I really am because I can't say that I love you."

He was amazed"Huh, but I'm not in love with you."

"You're not?"

"No, I'm not. Unfortunately, I'm in love with the other twin."

"Then that's perfect because she loves you too."

"Sometimes love just isn't enough."

"But it is! Think of Charlotte, for example!"

He clicked his tongue. "I'm not as strong as Charlotte and, honestly, I would like to regain normality."

"Our world is not a normal one."

"Who said I wanted to be in you world?" he opened the door for her. "Did Rebecca send you?"

"No," she shook her head. "She's not here anymore. She left for France."

"What?"

"Yeah. Listen, if you reconsider, come to the wedding," she encouragingly said. "Once you get in our world, you can never escape," she said before leaving.

He closed the door behind her. He banged his back against it and slowly slid down.


Nobody was going to come that day at Of Dragons and Dragonflies. It was something usual for a weekday at least. That was why Vanessa retreated in the attic. If it had been Capitu, she would have firmly remained by the counter. What caught her attention were the photo albums on the floor. She remembered that May had recently gone through them. She carefully picked them up. They were all signed Aaron Rose. It was then that her eyes darted under the sofa and recognized the edge of a well known photo album. It was the album with photos of her and Nate. She sat on the retro sofa and looked at them. The first ones were from Spain and they consisted mainly of her. She remembered many girls tried chatting up Nate while he sheepishly asked her to translate what they were saying. That turned off most of them . They had a lot of fun in England too. Her eyes rested on a photo of him and her on a double-decker. She was looking outside while the wind rustled her hair. He was just staring at her. The door opened and she dropped the album.

"Nate," she whispered. "Nate," she cleared her voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey," he closed the door behind him. "I was in the neighborhood. I just dropped off Charlotte. She's helping Sawyer pick courses for University."

"Oh, that's very nice of her," she said.

"I figured it would be helpful, you know, for next year when she'll be going through this."

"We'll be there to help her too," Vanessa assured him.

He nodded. "So I saw nobody was downstairs and I figured you'd be here. What were you doing?"

"Oh, me?" she picked up the album. "I was just going through some old stuff."

"Is that what I think it is?" he asked coming closer.

"If you're thinking it's the photo album from Europe, then yes, it is," she smiled.

"Can I…?"

"Of course," she patted the seat beside her.

He shyly peered over her shoulder at the yellow pages. "France right?" he asked.

"You have some pleasant memories from that place, don't you?" she pointed to a picture of him and a thick lipped French woman.

"How could I ever forget Angelique?" he asked.

"Just how I didn't forget Hans," she pointed to a picture of her and a tall bulky blond German. They were in a camping spot near Frankfurt and the guy just came up to her and asked her to bear his children and cook him sausages.

"I almost thought I lost you there, but there we were," he eyed a photo of them cycling by a tulip garden in Amsterdam.

"Remember those truffles?" she showed him a picture of her munching on a fancy box of truffles in a café in Belgium.

"Not really, since you almost ate the whole box," he shook his head.

"Hey," she elbowed him. "Well I sure can't remember that beer we drank in Zurich," she pointed to a picture of Nate enjoying a gigantic glass of beer.

They both started laughing until their eyes stumbled upon a picture of them dancing on the beach by a fire. She wore a white dress and had a red exotic flower tucked behind her ear. He also wore white.

"Greece," she looked at him.

"We had something there, didn't we?" he shot back.

"M'yeah,"

They locked gazes for what seemed to be hours and leaned closer and closer until his phone rang.

"Hello, Serena," he quickly answered. "No, I'm not busy. Okay, I'm coming right now," he shut his phone. "Sorry- Serena."

"It's okay," Vanessa understandingly smiled.

"I…"

"Go ahead," she nodded.

"I had fun," he said before leaving.

"Me too," she bit her lower lip. "Me too."


Capitu was concentrated on the stove when the doorbell rang. She lowered the flame and threw the kitchen towel over her shoulder. It was probably her mother who forgot her keys.

"Why am I the only person who-"she opened the door. "Alexander," she paused.

"Hello, Capitu," he scratched the back of his head.

"What are you doing here?" she coolly asked.

"Is Charlotte around?" he asked. "She wanted me to give her some binder," he revealed a glossy blue binder with flowers on it.

"She's-"Capitu wanted to say.

"Alexander!" Charlotte cut her off as she hopped down the stairs with Sawyer closely trailing behind her.

"Stop doing that," he desperately said. "Do you want to have a retarded baby with you shaking her brain all the time?"

"Hey!" she gave him a dirty look. Both her and Capitu actually.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it," Alex smoothly said.

"Did you bring my binder?" she cheerfully asked.

"Yes," he gave it to her.

"Great," she grinned. "Now Capitu can pick what to wear for the wedding."

Capitu winced. "Oh, I think my enchiladas are calling me," she disappeared in the kitchen.

"We can always look over them at lunch!" Charlotte cried.

Just then, Vanessa entered the house.

"Hey, everyone," she hung her purple scarf on the coat hanger. "Oh, hello, Alexander," she sized him up. "What are you doing here?"

"Mom?" Capitu appeared holding a plate of steaming enchiladas. "Just in time for lunch."

"Actually, I was just leaving. I came to bring Charlotte a binder," he said.

"Well, then stay for lunch," Vanessa insisted.

"I couldn't…" he excused himself.

"No!" Capitu blurted out. They all stared at her. "I mean he probably has important affairs to attend to. We mustn't keep him."

"But I insist!" Vanessa said back. "The poor boy came all the way to Brooklyn; we can at least invite him to lunch. Do stay, Alex."

Capitu's eyes were begging him to leave.

"Actually, that green pepper smells very appealing." He said.