*2 weeks later--Saturday Afternoon.

*Lane's House.

"So tell me, why are you here again?" Ryan's voice booms across the living room.

"Ryan, don't be rude." Lane replies.

"I'm sorry, I just mean, we haven't seen you in a while."

"I know, I've been so busy with work and now with Jess being home all the time and my mom there, well, they're driving me crazy. I just needed a break."

"Acceptable answer."

Lane ignores Ryan, "So, you're having boy!" She screeches.

"Yea. I'm so happy, even though I know nothing about little boys."

"Well, Jess was a kid once so he can help you in that department." Ryan replies.

"…I don't think Jess was ever a kid." Rory says wryly.

"Oh! I can teach him drums!" Lane says suddenly.

"Defiantly."

"What about guitar?" Ryan interrupts.

"That too."

"I'm telling you, this kid is going to be so multi talented. Everybody wants to teach him something."

"I still can't believe one of us is going to be a mommy soon."

"I know it's so weird, but hey pretty soon you'll have kids, oh! And they can go to school together, have sleep overs—

"Oh! And we can go on family vacations together." Lane replies giddily

"Hey-whoa, hold on. We're not even married yet." Ryan interjects draping his arms around Lane's neck.

"I know, but come September we will be, and then it's inevitable."

"Yep. It's just a matter of time." Rory says slyly.

"I'm leaving, before you two start planning my inevitable funeral."

Matt walks out the front door, Lane watches him go before continuing their conversation.

"What's with him?"

"He's just a little freaked out."

"Do I really bother him that much."

"I told you…he's never been around a pregnant woman before. I mean he's totally fine in stores and stuff, but I guess because he knows you and stuff, it's weird for him."

Rory groans out loud, "Just another person treating me different because of this."

"You still upset about that whole doctor thing."

"No, yes…ever since Dean mentioned it, I've noticed how different people are treating me. They act as if I'm made of glass."

"You're just imagining—

"No I'm not. At work, they stopped giving me hall way duty, and I know it's because of this."

"OK, so a few jerk at work—

"And at home. My mom is acting all weird, which I understand, it just gets on my nerves that she wakes me up when I fall asleep on the couch, and insists that I go to bed."

"All right, I could see that being annoying."

"It's not just her, even Jess, my carefree husband is acting differently…he refuses to let me near the kitchen counter, because the microwave is there. And now he's all secretive. Last night he turned off the light at 10:30. I fell asleep about ten minutes later, I woke up at 1 and he was gone. I found him on the couch reading, the second I approached him he hid the book under the couch." Rory sighs, "It wouldn't bother me if it was anyone else, but this is Jess. We've been married over a year and up until Christmas, he'd never treated me any differently then he did when we were 16."

"Men are such Jerks." Lane says flatly. Her eyes grow suddenly wide, "Hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"We should go on vacation."

"What fun, Jess monitoring my every move, and Ryan avoiding my eyes. Great."

"No, not the four of us, just you and me…your mom goes home for good next weekend, so we could do it the following week."

"Where would we go?"

"To one of those spas…. and not the one's for those health food junkies. We could go to that place in Boston, I was just reading about it. It's like an indoor vacation, you get massages and stuff, There's like a dozen different kinds of Chefs there. Come on it'll be fun It's like an indoor vacation, you get massages and stuff, There's like a dozen different kinds of Chefs there. Come on it'll be fun…you'll leave Jess here, and he'll have to keep himself busy. It'll be a last hurrah for us."

"Ok!" Rory says excitedly.

" Great!" Lane exclaims. "Hey want to stay for dinner?"

"Nah, I don't want to scare Ryan away."

"Eh, let him be uncomfortable, he needs to be taught a lesson too."

"You sure about this?"

"Absolutely."