Disclaimer: I do not own That 70s Show.


Steven smiled, lightly brushing the tears from her cheeks, "Baby Hyde…"

Jackie smiled up at him, "A little baby you and me."

Steven still smiled as he replied, "God help us all."

Jackie giggled and reach up to kiss him.


Steven wrapped his arms around Jackie, running his hands under her shirt to touch the soft skin of her back.

She leaned back to smile at him, hands in his hair.

Steven suddenly remembered, "Dinner with the Formans, did you still want to go to that?"

If there was ever a good excuse to miss a Mrs. Forman catered event, this was high up on the list of good ones. Much to Steven's surprise however, Jackie didn't seem too relieved.

She looked at her watch, "Well, if you can shower and change in 30 minutes, I can fix my makeup and we'll still be there around 6. We're usually late anyways."

"Yeah because of you and your ridiculous ritual."

"It's called being fashionably late, Steven Hyde, and you should know better by now."

He rolled his eyes, "Right."

She kissed his nose, "So get going, so we can get going."

"You've been a mother for less than a day and you've already got the nagging part down," he said but there was a hint of a smile on his face. He let go of her and pulled off his shirt.

Finding she had no reply to that, Jackie grinned and turned to assess the damage in the mirror.

"Oh my God, I look like a troll!" she said in horror.

Kicking off his boxers, Steven let out a bark of laughter and stepped into the shower.


"There you are!" Mrs. Forman greeted them as they slid the glass door shut behind them. "I thought you two forgot, I was just about to have Red call you."

Red grunted from the table, "Apparently I'm some sort of messenger pigeon now."

"Sorry, Mrs. Forman, it just took a while for someone to get ready," Hyde replied, taking off his coat and helping Jackie with hers. The kitchen was warm and filled with the promising smells of dinner.

She opened her mouth to reply but the kitchen door swung open, "Yeah which is code for they were doing it," Michael said.

Fez followed in after him, "Who was doing it?"

"No one was doing anything and you'll all shut up unless you want my foot in your ass. It's bad enough I still have my house turning into some kind of restaurant-lounge for you idiots even when you have your own homes," Red said.

Kitty filled the silence, "Dinner's almost ready. Eric and Donna are setting up the table in the dining room. Why don't you all go help? Here Steven, take this," She handed him a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes, "And Jackie can you take the cups please? And you two can…take these" She handed Michael and Fez the salt and pepper shakers.

They nodded and joined Eric and Donna who sounded like they were having some sort of argument. They didn't notice the four at the doorway.

"I just think that we should be past this!" Donna said laying forks and knives on napkins around the table.

Eric followed behind her setting down plates, "Donna, we'll probably never be past this. It took four years for her to accept that I could cut my hair without permission."

"We're adults, Eric. We have our own lives, our own jobs, and our own home."

"Hey, I'm not saying we don't! Don't be mad at me!"

"They're your parents, Eric, who else should I be mad at?"

"What's going on? Why are you mad at Eric?" Jackie said, no longer being able to keep quiet. Eric and Donna jumped slightly at the sound of her voice.

She began to place the cups and Steven set down the mashed potatoes. Fez and Kelso set down their shakers and pulled up a chair, ready for the show.

"I think the better question is what did Eric do this time?" Steven smirked. Jackie smiled at the burn but didn't join in. She was anxious to know the gossip.

"Why is it always my fault? Aren't friends supposed to be supportive of each other? What's happened to brotherhood?"

"You have to be a man to join," Kelso replied.

Donna rolled her eyes, "Mrs. Forman thinks it'd be a "great idea" for us to move back home after I graduate."

The group stayed silent, not really seeing how this was such a terrible thing. Jackie raised her eyebrows for Donna to go on.

"As in move back home with our parents. Eric would come stay here and I would move back with my Dad."

The whole grouped grimaced, but were not entirely surprised by Mrs. Forman's ongoing attempts to revert Eric back to a child.

"And Donna," Eric threw a glance at her, "is blaming me for something I have nothing to do with. I didn't agree to anything!"

"You also didn't disagree!"

"To be fair, Forman has always been a Momma's Boy," Steven said.

"Yeah, remember the time he wrote her a poem saying how much he loved her?" Kelso laughed at Eric.

Eric stared him down, "Kelso, I was eight. And it was for Mother's Day!"

"Whatta Momma's Boy," Fez chuckled with a shake of his head.

"Well, I think it's sweet," Jackie declared. Everyone's heads whipped around to look at her like she was crazy and she seemed surprised at herself as well.

"What?" multiple voices questioned.

"I-I just think it's sweet that Eric wrote a poem for Mrs. Forman. What have you ever done for your own mother, Michael?"

"I give her what she asks for every year: an empty house and some peace and quiet," Kelso said easily, shrugging his shoulders.

Donna attempted to bring the conversation back to its original point, "A gift for your mom on Mother's Day is one thing, but I don't want to promise our lives away!"

"I didn't promise anything," Eric said exasperated, "This'll blow over! It's Christmas, you know how she gets. By May, she'll be less…Mom-ish and we'll break it to her that we're getting our own place."

"You better be right, Eric Forman, or we'll be back to doing it on my twin bed with my dad on the prowl." Eric shuddered along with her.

"Oh, just like old times," Fez looked pleased.

From the doorway connected to the den a new voice joined in, "What'll be just like old times?" It was Brooke with Bessie holding her hand.

"Believe me, you don't want to know," Jackie shook her head.

"Auntie Jackie!" Bessie cried out and ran toward her godmother.

"Best-Bess! How's my favorite goddaughter?" Jackie smiled, picking her up to sit on her lap.

"Good, Nana Kitty gave me a cookie before dinner!" Which was evident by the smear of chocolate on her cheek. Jackie licked her thumb and wiped at the mark.

"Wait when did you get a cookie? I want one too!" Michael whined.

Brooke walked over to where he sat and put an arm around his shoulder, "Sorry honey, but a cookie will ruin your appetite."

"Yeah sorry daddy, it'll ruin your aptetite," Bessie said seriously.

"Fine," Michael sighed.

"Well, I want a cookie dammit, and I don't care about ruining my appetite," Fez said marching over to the kitchen.

"He's not going to finish his dinner," Donna shook her head.

"He has to learn from his own mistakes, Donna, or he'll never learn," Eric said, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"What are mistakes?" Bessie asked to the room at large.

"You should ask your Uncle Eric, Bess, he makes them every day!" Steven grinned.

Bessie innocently looked at Eric, waiting for an answer.

Smiling sardonically Eric said, "Well, Bessie, a mistake is when you do something and then realize it was the wrong thing to do. Sometimes mistakes are really terrible, like Uncle Steven and his mustache."

Michael and Donna laughed, while Brooke hid a smile behind a hand. Bessie looked thoughtful as she looked at Steven trying to imagine him with a mustache.

Kitty entered from the kitchen with Fez who was stuffing a cookie into his mouth, "Okay! Who's ready to eat?" She smiled as she set down the roast on the table.

Red followed in taking a seat at the head of the table. Everyone scrambled for seats at the center of the table to avoid the other end where a table had be added to be able to fit the all ten of them. It rested a little lower and was always the last to get servings of food.

After some pushing and shoving, Fez, Michael and Bessie were stuck at the makeshift end. Bessie, however, didn't mind sitting at the end of the table, saying she was happy to be away from all the boring, grown-up talk.

Red sat at the head of the table, passing off the dishes to Kitty who sat at his right, with Steven, Jackie, and Fez. On Red's left sat Eric, Donna, Brooke, and Michael.

There was only the clinking of silverware and murmurs of thanks (mostly from Brooke and Bessie) as they served themselves.

"This is awesome, Mrs. Forman, better than anything I've had all week," Michael said around a piece of roll he was chewing on.

"Michael!" Brooke hissed.

"What?" Michael said, stopping mid-chew. Brooke only rolled her eyes, choosing to give up.

Kitty smiled, "Thank you, Michael. I love cooking for you all, especially if it means you'll spend more time here."

"I don't know why you encourage this," Red grumbled, taking a sip of juice.

"Awe, thanks Dad!" Eric smiled.

Donna asked, "So how's the decorating going?"

"I have all the knick-knacks laid out inside the house. I just have to finish buying some poinsettias. It's the outdoor lights that are left. But I'm not sure we'll able to get them up this year," Kitty sighed into her glass of wine.

Red swallowed a bite before saying, "Kitty, you're overreacting. I can put the lights up tomorrow."

"Red, having Christmas lights up is not worth you breaking your neck."

"Wait, Dad puts up the lights every year. Why can't he this year?"

"See, even the boy knows it's my job," Red said gesturing to Eric with a fork.

Kitty shook her head, "Your father fell off the ladder today. He's lucky he wasn't too far up and only bruised his knee."

Everyone's eyes went wide.

"Oh, Mr. Red, you shouldn't be climbing ladders at your age," Fez said but soon went back to eating at Red's glare.

"It's no fall off the water tower, but welcome to the club, Red!" Michael cheered.

"Red, man, I can help you put them up. Just tell me a day and I'll have someone look over the store," Steven said.

"Yeah, dad, I might be able to make it out here if I have a minimum day at the school or something," Eric added, sounding sincere.

"Look what you did, Kitty, now I have Idiot and Friend to slow me down," Red said, raising his hands.

"Steven's really good at handy-man jobs, Mr. Forman. He fixed the leaky faucet in our bathroom last month!" Jackie said with a proud look at Steven.

"What's an idiot?" Bessie's voice came from down the table.

Kitty frowned at her husband, "Oh Red." He looked ashamed of himself but said nothing.

"Nice one, dad," Eric said.

"Oh boy," Donna mumbled.

Brooked cleared her throat, "Um, it's a not-nice way to call someone stupid."

"Oh," was all she said and she went back to her food. "Then Bobby's an idiot."

Eric choked on his food and Donna patted him on his back.

"Who's Bobby?" Jackie asked.

Bessie scooped some mashed potatoes, "He's a boy in my class. He takes my blocks from me."

"It sounds like Bobby might have a crush on you, honey," Brooke replied.

"That is no way to a girl's heart, I learned that the hard way," Fez said shaking his head.

"Yeah last year," Eric smirked.

Donna sat up, "Actually, we were just discussing this in my class the other day. By saying that bullying is a way that boys show affection is normalizing the mistreatment of girls with the excuse that boys don't know better."

"I don't know much about what studies show, but I say the next time Bobby wants to take anything of yours, you punch him," Steven said.

"Or tell your teacher. Don't let boys push you around, Bess," Jackie said.

"I don't think teaching a four-year-old to fight their classmates is the best idea," Kitty said nervously.

Red chimed in," Well, I agree with Steven. Boys are idi-"

"Silly," Kitty substituted.

Red rolled his eyes, "And they will be for a long time. So don't take any of their cra-"

"Silliness," Kitty jumped in again.

"Okay, PopPop."

"I'm gonna have a word with this Bobby kid too," Kelso promised looking upset.

"That's rich," Donna laughed.

Kelso asked, "What?"

"Kelso! You were the king of messing with girls when we were little! Do you not remember the playground incident of 1st grade?" Donna exclaimed.

Kelso seemed to remember, "Oh yeah! That was so good!" He laughed taking a large bite of roast.

"Yeah funny. You pushed every girl off the see-saw for a week until they finally had to ban you from the playground."

"Daddy you were a silly boy?" Bessie asked surprised.

Kelso had a scared look on his face, "Uh…"

Jackie laughed, "He was a very silly boy, Bess."

Brooke took pity on her husband, "Most boys are silly when they're young, Bessie. They grow out of it though."

Donna looked to be working hard to not bring in her feminist lessons.

"Even Uncle Steven? Uncle Eric? Uncle Fez?...PopPop?" Bessie asked looking at Red astonished. All the women nodded while the men awkwardly ate. Minus Red.

"I was never silly. When you fight in two wars, you have the silly knocked out of you," Red argued.

Bessie was quiet for a moment, taking it all in. Before, "What's war?"

Everyone groaned.


It's been a while again hasn't it? I'm sorry! I've been really busy taking classes and with work and stuff. I've had this chapter sitting in my computer for a while and every time I got to this end I wanted to keep writing but got stuck. I decided it's better to send it out then let it collect dust any longer especially since it's time for me to wrap up classes meaning I'm even busier. Maybe having to start on a fresh sheet of paper (lol) I'll find some spark.

Thank you to those who continue to review, its super motivating as always. I read all reviews (sometimes more than once) to keep me going and because I need the confidence boost honestly. Anyways, thanks and have a great Sunday!

(P.S. Ignore the terrible Chapter Title)