Christmas had come and gone. Actually, it was already March, and Donna was already in her second trimester already.

Everything was fine. Donna and Eric didn't know the sex of the baby, but they secretly hoped for their own little girl or little boy (Eric's case). The only wrong was Eric's mental health was dwindling.

But Eric was a man. He loved his wife with everything he had…

"Eric! Get over here you son of a bitch!"

At least some of the time…

"Donna!" Eric whined as he made his way into the living room. Donna was sitting on the couch with her feet up, watching a talk show. Her round stomach was protruding, giving her a lovely table of sorts for her grapes.

"Eric! My back hurts!" Donna complained.

"You don't want to lay down!" Eric shouted.

That was the trigger. Donna's eyes began to water. Her bottom lip trembled. Her breath became uneven and then…

The sobs.

"You hate me!" Donna cried into her hands. Eric gave a deep sigh.

"I don't hate you." Eric said sitting next to his wife.

"Yes you do! You hate me!"

"Sweetie." Eric put his arm around Donna. "I love you so much." He was doing so well, she was calming down. But men are stupid. "I'm just tired."

Donna's eyes flashed red. Murder became evident in her previously sad face.

"You're tired?" Donna asked harshly. "You are tired! And what am I, Eric? Am I not tired?"

"I just…"

"Get out!" Donna said pulling herself off the couch.

"Donna!"

"OUT! I'm calling your mother!" Donna went out of the living room.

"O-oh my mother." Eric mumbled.

"AND JACKIE!" Donna shouted.

"Dammit!"

*

"Dude. Do you just have no where else to go?" Hyde said opening the door for his friend.

"Shove it." Eric said walking past Hyde into the house.

"Donna called a few minutes ago." Hyde said closing the door.

"What she say?" Eric said putting his bag down in the hall and walking towards the kitchen.

"Um… she said you were tired or fired. One of the two. She was screaming, and Jackie had the phone on the counter.

"I told her I was tired, and she flipped out." Eric said pouring himself some tea.

"Been there, done that."

"Lucky you." Eric said sitting at the table.

"Hi Uncle Eric!" Holly said, bouncing into the kitchen. "Mommy was talking to Aunt Donna. And she said you were a damn fool!"

Hyde and Eric looked at Holly with wide eyes.

"What an extensive vocabulary." Eric said dryly, after recovering.

"She is just a little genius." Hyde said looking at his daughter.

"Mommy also said you were a duck!" Holly giggled.

"Holly?" Hyde said quickly.

"Yes?" Holly said, rocking back and forth.

"Don't listen to mommy's conversations."

"Ok daddy!" Holly then skipped out of the room.

"Oh, being here makes me ecstatic about having my own kids." Eric said, dryly.

"They have there moments." Hyde chuckled. Jackie walked in, with a tiny thing wrapped around her leg.

"Hi Jackers." Eric said, slightly fearing her.

"Foreman." Jackie said snobbishly. She then crouched down and picked up her five-month-old son.

"Jackie, we had the conversation about choosing between two of our friends." Jackie's eyes got big and flashed with anger. "But it was a stupid conversation and Donna is right!"

Jackie nodded her head and walked out. Hyde sighed and turned to Eric, whose face was un-amused, and full of anger.

"You are so whipped."

*

"Kelso, can I just stay in here for the night?" Eric said from the hallway. The door opened to reveal Michael Kelso in a pair of boxers.

"Dude!" Kelso said looking at Eric.

"Come on man. Donna won't let me in, and I called Jackie's plant ugly, and she's PMSing. I don't have anything on me, so I can't stay at a hotel." Eric pleaded.

"Ugh! FINE!" Kelso said opening the door a little wider for his friend.

"Wow, this place looks…" Eric looked around the beige room, everything was covered with clothes, magazines, newspapers, and one large dog sat in the middle of it all. 

"I know." Kelso smiled proudly. "Isn't it ideal? Bachelor's pad rocks! Ok, you can take the couch."

Kelso pushed off the clothes and junk to reveal an uncomfortable looking couch.

"It's not that "sleep friendly," but it has done papa real good." Kelso said patting the couch.

"Um… good to know." Eric said putting his bag down.

"Ok, well, um, sweet dreams. I have a "friend," heh, in the bedroom." Kelso walked to the bedroom and shut the door.

Eric looked around. "I guess it's not so bad."

Eric laid down. The big dog stared at him, growled slightly, and then went into another room. Eric shrugged and stared at the ceiling. Why didn't he ever stay with Kelso?

"Oh! MICHAEL!" Eric sat up straight and looked toward the bedroom.

"Ah, that's why." Eric grabbed his stuff and walked out of the apartment.

*

Eric sat on the comfortable bed. He liked the clean surroundings and the quiet little room; it was all good to him. He looked at Fez who was fluffing a pillow.

"Thanks again Fez. I know Jesse and me don't exactly get along." Eric smiled.

"'Ey it's no problem. Though, know that, I will have to pay dearly for letting you spend the night."

"Ok Fez. Good Night."

"Night." Fez said shutting the door. Eric laid back on the comfortable bed. See this was ok. Nothing too bad. Other then the little issues with Jesse, why didn't he go the extra distance to stay here?

"Oh, Eric?" Eric turned to see Jesse at the door. "This is usually Pancake's room. You don't mind the little angel sleeping with you right?"

"Um, I guess not." Jesse put down the tiny little animal.

"Why hello there." Eric said reaching to pet the dog. It growled at him, and showed his teeth. "Dear god…"

*

"How did you sleep?" Donna asked as Eric walked through the door.

"I slept on the floor. Their little ugly dog, really packs a bite." Eric said rubbing his arm.

"Next time you say tired…"

"I'll remember this, don't worry." Eric said sitting down. "Look, yes I'm physically tired, and so are you. We're both drained. And you have all my sympathy Donna. But cut me some slack here."

"I know Eric. And I am sorry. I don't have that much control on the emotions."

"It's ok, it's fine. You just have to stop kicking me out of the house. I think the neighbors are talking." Eric smirked.

"I see." Donna smiled and kissed her husband. "You try to not make stupid comments and I'll try not to throw you out."

"Works for me." Eric smiled.

Donna kissed him and then pulled him up.

"Where are we going?" He asked. Donna smirked.

"The bedroom."

"Oh." Eric smiled widely. "Nice-nice."

*

Jackie carried her five-month old son into the kitchen of the Foreman house. She sat down as the continuing, "You don't love" me fight continued in the living room.

"Ow!" Eric said coming into the kitchen holding his head.

"You just had to say "Jeez honey. I don't think they're going to fit"." Jackie said bouncing her son lightly.

"Who knew she flip out?" Eric said getting some Ice.

"Everyone!" Jackie said. "I just came to see if she wanted to go get some lunch. I don't ask to get in the middle of these fights."

"How were you in the middle? You were laughing hysterically." Eric said sitting with his ice.

"It was funny. She hit you dead on with the shoe." Jackie laughed.

"Jackie shut up." Eric mumbled, the ice pack on his head.

"Look, she's only in her second trimester. You still have about five months to go." Eric looked at her angrily. "I better go. I don't want to leave Hyde with Fez and Kelso for too long. Give us a call if you need anything."

"Yeah ok." Eric said.

"Oh and Eric?" He looked toward Jackie. "God Speed."

*

Donna sat on the chair in the white room. Eric hated being at the doctor's. The white walls and floor. The smell of germs dieing. The white gown. The look of pure hatred on Donna's face was all too much.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Foreman!" A short, pudgy woman with dark hair said, coming in.

"Hello Dr. Lochan." Donna smiled happily.

"Hi." Eric meekly responded.

"Well how is my favorite red head feeling?" Lochan asked.

"Oh you know. I'm just out of sorts." Donna smiled, and then laughed with the doctor.

"Of course, of course. And how's the father?" Dr. Lochan ask, turning to Eric. He was behind Donna, and made a gun with his finger and pretending to shoot himself. "Most men feel that way during the first few months." Dr. Lochan laughed.

"Did you get the tests back yet?" Donna asked excitedly.

"Yes." Dr. Lochan smiled.

"Well…?" Eric prompted.

"You're having a girl…" Donna and Eric smiled broadly. "And a boy."

"What?" Donna asked. "A girl and boy?"

"Yes, you're having twins!"

The sound of Eric hitting the floor echoed through room.