"At least she approved." Eric walked into the kitchen to see his wife on the phone. "Ok, I'll talk to you later. Bye Jackie." Donna smiled and hung up the phone.

"They're happy to be home?" Eric asked coming further into the kitchen.

"Hyde's ecstatic." Donna smiled.

"Well, considering the minute Grandma Burkhardt approved and promised not to take it back, Hyde went and beat the crap out of that Thomas guy."

"I'm sure that was the highlight of his trip." Donna drank her tea.

"Did you reschedule the doctor's appointment?" Eric sat across from his wife.

"Yeah. This coming Tuesday."

"What time?"

"Three."

"I'll have to leave work early."

"I don't care."

"When was the last time you went to your job?"

"I have my two week vacation." Donna said looking at him. "Besides I'm only really needed when there's a story to cover."

"Right, Ms. Newspaper." Donna kissed Eric softly on the lips. "Sexy Ms. Newspaper." Donna laughed.

"Come on… I need a nap." Donna began pulling Eric to the bedroom.

"A nap… or a nap?" Donna laughed again.

"A nap."

"Yay!"

*

"Mama, no, I… no… mama… will you?" Hyde watched as his wife paced in the kitchen. He turned back to the TV.

"Why is there a Brady Bunch Reunion? What idiot thought of that?"

"Mama! No don't put daddy on the—hi daddy." Jackie sighed.

Hyde laughed. He really shouldn't have beaten the crap out of Thomas, but Thomas deserved it. Jackie was now trying to explain everything to her parents.

"Well, Thomas is coming to the wedding." Jackie said flopping down next to Hyde.

"What?" Hyde said looking at his fiancé.

"I couldn't stop it. He'll be with my family so he'll be on his best behavior. And Donna said if anything happens she'll kick all their asses."

"Jackie…" Hyde whined. Jackie quickly kissed him and then pulled him on top of her.

"Steven, at this point I don't care." And she began kissing him again.

*

Tuesday, April 12, 1985. ((I have to begin creating dates at this point))

"Mr. and Mrs. Foreman everything is looking good. You're in week 6. Am I right?" The medium height doctor asked.

"Oh, yes." Eric said. Donna was rubbing her stomach, which was still rather flat in her opinion. The Doctor smiled.

"Ok, we ran all the tests, you have no STD's and everything else looks perfect."

"Yay." Donna smiled.

"Now, you're going to have nausea, sore and tender breasts and nipples, fatigue, and frequent urination." The doctor said. Donna nodded her head, but Eric awkwardly looked around the room. "I'd take an easy, continue doing exercise, but don't think you're like a china doll. Any questions?"

Donna opened her mouth but Eric jumped in. "Sex?"

The doctor laughed as Donna hit his arm. "You two may still, make love, but I won't lie. Donna's hormones and body will object to sex. And probably the best time, where it's be best is the second trimester." The doctor smiled.

"…Oh…" Eric stepped back. Donna looked at him evilly.

"Did you two decide on any names?" The doctor said finishing her chart.

"No, not really." Donna shook her head.

"I like Luke." Eric smiled broadly.

"Luke is a nice name." The doctor smiled.

"Don't encourage him!" Donna said looking at the Doctor.

*

"Just tell me what freakin church you want!" Jackie yelled to Hyde who was in there bedroom.

"Jackie!"

"Tell me! This will go faster!" Hyde walked out from the bedroom a towel around his waist.

"I don't care if we get married in the street in front of our building." Hyde said, soaking the floor.

"Oh so now you don't care about where we get married!" Jackie said getting up.

"Did I say that? Where are you going?" Hyde yelled as Jackie grabbed her keys.

"Away from you!" Jackie slammed the door.

"Well, that worked out, perfectly." Hyde said going into back into the bedroom slamming the door.

*

Jackie walked into the apartment, everything seemed to be off. She turned on the hallway lights and then the kitchen. There was a note on the counter.

"Jacks, sorry… asshole… love you… give you space… see you later… love Hyde. Figures." Jackie put the letter down and went to the fridge. She took out a wine cooler and sat down at the kitchen table. She pressed the answering machine button.

"You have no new messages." The voice said. Jackie sighed.

"That figures too." She mumbled. She took about three sips of the red/pink wine and then put it in the sink. She then flopped down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. "He can't even pick a damn church. Damn men." Jackie looked around the room. "This is so much funner when there's another woman with you."

*

Wednesday April 13, 1985.

Donna sat at the long conference table with the other reports and columnist at the magazine. Liked she cared if there was a mandatory staff meeting. Though she was happy to get out of the house. Even Eric did tease her about having to go to work.

"The little worm." She mumbled to herself. The boss walked into the room.

"Hello, hello." Said the short, skinny woman. Donna swore that she was a good foot taller then the boss. "I called this meeting to discuss future positions and the future of this magazine."

"What do you mean Sawyer?" One of the columnists said.

"We got a buyer, the magazine was sold to a man name Pruitt. And he wants to make some serious changes."

"Like?" Urged a pudgy woman who did food reviews.

"Some people were let go."

"Who?" Another man shouted.

"Joseph Kyle, Gregory Tate, Jamie Randolph." Donna listened to the names. She knew she wouldn't be fired; she was one of the best reports. "Donna Pinciotti-Foreman."

Everyone turned to look at Donna who had her mouth agape.

"Are you kidding me?"

*

"Hey Donna." Eric said coming home around five-ish, like he normally did.

"I got fired, and I can't even drink alcohol to soften the blow." Donna said stuffing a ding dong in her mouth.

"You got what?" Eric asked, turning around to face her.

"Five years with those blood sucking, assholes, and whores!" Donna put her head down.

"Well, at least they were bad people."

"They were my friends!" Donna said through her sobs. Eric rubbed her back. "We have no more ding dongs!"

"I'll go buy so more. Come on." Eric led her to their bedroom that was across from the kitchen. "Relax and I'll be back with ding dongs."

"And John Cusack or Molly Ringwald!"

"Yes sweetie." Eric kissed her and then left the room mumbling about the hazards of pregnancy.

*

Hyde finished eating his sandwich when Jackie came in. She wasn't talking to him.

"I want the wedding here." Hyde said. Jackie turned and looked at him. "I want it here, at St. Baptist."

Jackie continued to stare at him.

"Is that ok?" Hyde asked, standing up.

"I thought you wanted it in the street?" Jackie said; Hyde saw how she was trying to keep her smile from showing.

"As great as the street would be… I want the wedding in New York at St. Baptist." Hyde smiled Jackie gently kissed him on the cheek.

"Ok, I'll make the arrangements." Hyde kissed Jackie on the lips. Hyde began following her to the bedroom "You're still sleeping on the couch." Jackie called back without turning around. Hyde stopped and looked at the couch.

"Dammit."