March 1980- Jackie

She waddled over to the rocking chair, and plopped down into it. The latest edition of Cosmo was on her bed, and a bag of Twizzlers, which recently had been making her stomach turn. She wound up thanking Eric later on anyways.

She had about two months to go until she was due to give birth, and she was nervous about it, but she's had a rough time in her pregnancy thus far. She was more nervous that something would happen to her during birth.

She pulled a business card out of her pocket, and dialed the number on her phone. "Jason Foreman's office." A young voice that she recognized as her lawyer's son came over the speaker.

"Hey, um, it's Jackie. I have the case with-"

"Your mother. Yeah, she should be out of the house in three days, she's packing for Cabo." He told her. "Then we can put the house on the market as is."

The fact that her mother was going to Cabo instead of meeting her grand child was a stab in the back, but she wasn't surprised. "Oh. Okay. Listen, I've been thinking a lot about being a single mother, and I was wondering if you guys could help me write up a will?"

The line was silent. "I'll pay for it. I just, need to dot my i's and cross my t's. Make sure the baby has everything they need and want if I... You know. I don't want my family to have anything to do with her."

"Understood. I'll help you for free." He told her.

"I can't keep taking handouts."

"For someone as beautiful as you? I'd do anything." He laughed.

"Don't push it." She laughed back.

"We can do this next week, just give me a shout, okay?" He asked. "Bring the people that you trust, they'll need to sign paperwork."

She hung up, and Eric walked in the room.

"You've hardly touched your plastic spaghetti." He gave her weakly, before noticing the tears shining in her eyes. She'd done a hell of a lot of crying recently. "What's wrong?"

"I want you to take care of the baby if I die." She told him. He blinked. Once, twice.

"What?" He asked, dumbly. She snorted.

"I'm doing it now incase I die giving birth-"

"Jackie, I'd be honored. But you aren't going anywhere anytime soon." He assured her. "You're Tiny Satan. That's gotta count for something." He told her, wrapping his arms around her. She leaned into his chest, and sniffled.

"I guess you're right." She told him. "My doctor told me that the risk of me having complications is high because my pregnancy has been so hard. I'm lucky I'm not bed-ridden."

"It'll be okay. Remember? We'll figure it out."

"Yeah. We'll figure it out."

"What are you crying about now?" Red asked, but the smile on his face was soft.

"Jackie's writing a will."

The man's face dropped, and he stalked over, sitting on the bed. He rested a hand on her knee. "First off, the loud one is indestructible. Second of all, we will always be here for that little girl of yours. Us, Kelso, Fez, even Bob loves that little baby." She smiled weakly. He opened his arms, and she gave him a hug.

"Everything will work out. Shit might seem stormy now, but rain can't last forever, kiddo." He told her. She nodded.

"Thanks."

He stood, and left the teens wordlessly.

Eric put a hand on her stomach. Tyler kicked.

"She kicked."

"He." She corrected.

"Whatever you say. Anyways, I came in here because I was ordering pizza. Peppers and onions?"

"Can you add sausage?" She asked.

"That's why I came to ask." He nodded.

She smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem." He nodded.

1984- Brooke- Jackie's House

"Brooke went into labor!" He told them.

Jackie made a face. "She's like ten weeks early." Concern laced her voice, and she winced when she moved. "I'm going to get dressed."

"Or, you can stay with the kids, and we'll go to the hospital." Red told her. "Steven, stay with Jackie and the kids."

"Yes, boss." He mock saluted.

"Listen, stretch-ace." He threatened. Donna and Eric motioned to the door.

"Hey, Chief, don't kill Hyde. We're going to get dressed, meet you in the driveway. We'll take my Suburban."

"It's a Carryall!" Red argued.

"Suburban!" He argued back.

Kelso ran into the door with Betsy, who was crying. He handed her to Hyde, who almost dropped her because it was so fast. "Love you, Bets, you can come see the baby when it's over."

"I want Mama!" She screamed.

"It's okay." Hyde soothed. He rocked her back and forth, as she cried into his shoulder.

"Big feelings are ok, I know you want your mother, but right now you need to be here with us, okay? So why don't you go play with Ty for now and then you can see Mama later?" Jackie asked.

Betsy sniffled. "I want my Mom."

"I know, but right now you're gonna have to sit tight. I promise, as soon as you can see her, I will take you." Hyde promised. "Pinky swear?"

"You pinky sweared we'd watch Superman last time you were here." She squinted at him. A wave of guilt washed over him.

"Well, this time I super-double pinky swear. I promise." He told her.

"Okay. Better not break it, Uncle Hyde." She pursed her lips.

The kids left the room, and he motioned at the table to Kitty and Red. "You guys hungry?"

"You made this?" Red asked, motioning to the spread. Hyde nodded towards the griddle.

"I can make pancakes too."

"Well son, where'd ya learn that?" Red asked.

"Rehab." He told them, simply. Red furrowed his brow.

"You went to rehab?"

"I'm a recovering alcoholic." He admitted. "I got two years coming up in May."

Red just stared at him. He blinked, once, twice. "Rehab?"

"Couldn't do it myself. Started training there too. Came in handy when I went to prison." He told them, pouring pancake mix onto the griddle.

"Prison?" Red cried.

"Yup." Hyde replied, popping the p.

"Red, Honey-"

"No, Kitty. Our son went to prison, and-" He started, but Hyde perked up.

"I'm your son?" He asked. He flushed red at the thought of how that sounded, but the elated joy rushing through his veins was too good to pass up.

Red gave him a funny look. "Uh, yeah? You only lived with us for five years, ate all my food, and wore jeans and boots that I bought."

"We." Kitty corrected. "Our son wore clothes that we bought."

"Yeah, what she said." He waved his wife off. "Did you not think you were our son?"

"I always tell everyone that you guys raised me. But, no, I never thought of myself as your son. Didn't think you saw me as such." He shrugged, flipping the pancakes. "Half of the reason I didn't call and tell you I was at least alive, the last three years."

"You've been gone for four." Kitty pointed.

"I called the first year. Foreman never called me back."

"Eric talked to you?" The three of them asked.

"Yeah? Did you guys not know?" He asked.

"No. I didn't know." Jackie responded, curtly. "I'm gonna kick his scrawny ass-"

A horn beeped. Red and Kitty made their escape, and the two were left alone.

"I, uh- Think I'm gonna clean up." He told her, clearing his throat.

"You called home?" She asked.

He swallowed. "Never called back 'cause I figured everyone would call when they were ready."

"You spoke to Eric?" She asked.

"Yeah. Why is this so confusing?" He quirked a brow.

"I cried about you. I struggled without you. And I had a chance to call? I had a chance to tell you, and he didn't tell me you called?" She asked. Her face was red, eyes watery.

He pursed his lips. Anger bubbled up in his stomach, but he kept his cool. "I'm sorry."

"No. It's fine." She shook her head. "I think, I just need to shower and calm down." She told him.

"Okay." He nodded. "Do you want me to bring you some towels?"

"Please. My robe is on my bed."

"Of course." He nodded.

When he left the room, she hobbled to the bathroom, started the shower, and sat down on the edge of the tub. Betrayal swirled in her mind, and she expelled the contents of her breakfast into the toilet, before resting her head in her hands, and breaking into angry sobs.