I'm sorry it's been so long without an update. I've been busy, but honestly I'm getting so frustrated with GQ that it's kind of hard to write happy stuff anymore. I really thought the fire would bring them back and that didn't happen. Hopefully in the next couple weeks things will change. Sorry for the vent, but I know you all understand. =)

*

"So, you're sure we have everything?" Maxie asked Elizabeth, as they spread a new tablecloth over the dining room table.

"Em and I checked everything twice," Elizabeth smiled "It's all set."

"I love baby showers," Emily sighed, as she poured the ingredients for the punch into the crystal bowl she had just sat in the center of the table.

"Does it give you any ideas?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.

"Jason is enough to handle," Emily giggled "But it should give you a hint."

"Lucky and I are working on it," Elizabeth admitted, a little smile curving up the corner of her lips.

"I can't wait. That'll be one gorgeous baby," Maxie remarked, as she headed to the kitchen to get the cake.

The three women were setting up for Georgie's shower that would start in exactly one hour. They had convinced Dillon to keep her away until everything was decorated and ready. Knowing Georgie, she would insist on helping and they wanted her to rest. When Dillon tempted Georgie with a triple scoop cone from the ice cream parlor, she caved. Some women craved pickles with their ice cream, Georgie just craved triple scoop Rocky Road on a waffle cone.

*

"Is it good?" Dillon smiled as his wife happily dived into her ice cream as they sat down on a park bench.

"Mhm," she mumbled, as she took another bite.

She leaned next to him, his arm wrapped around her, as they watched some children play on the new playground equipment that had just been installed.

"So," Dillon finally spoke up, "I was thinking, what about Grant?"

"As in Cary Grant?" she glanced up at him

"Well, yeah," he admitted.

"Dillon," she sighed.

"Just think about it. It has a nice ring to it doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so," she smiled, "I'll think about it."

They continued to watch the kids, sliding down the two slides and pushing each other on the swings. Georgie felt a surge of happiness, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she and Dillon would be watching their son play with the other kids.

"I tried calling my mom this morning," Dillon interrupted her thoughts "I got her voice mail."

Georgie was surprised. It wasn't that she didn't feel that Tracy had a right to know about her grandchild, but instead it was the fact that Dillon hadn't had any contact with her in years. Tracy didn't even know about their wedding, unless one of the other Quartermaines had told her.

"I think that's good," Georgie smiled softly "Tracy needs to know."

"You think so?" he asked honestly "Because, the truth is, I wasn't sure. I didn't want her coming here and bossing you around, trying to tell you how to raise our son."

"Tracy doesn't scare me," she shook her head "Never has, never will. If you want her to know her grandson, then you should tell her."

"Ok," he nodded "I will."

*

"Here let me help," Georgie stood up from her seat on the sofa a few hours later, as Maxie, Elizabeth and Emily went to work on cleaning up the party mess.

"No, you sit and rest," Emily instructed.

The shower had been great and she had received some wonderful gifts. Skye had given her a gorgeous baby bed that was now taking center stage in the middle of the room.

"Are you in a hurry Maxie?" Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, as she watched Maxie rush around the table cleaning up.

"Sort of," Maxie she answered, avoiding eye contact.

"What does that mean?"

Maxie let out a little sigh.

"I have a date."

"You do?"

"With Ryan," Maxie admitted, grabbing some empty plates and taking them into the kitchen.

The three remaining women shared a smile with each other. Finally, Maxie was taking steps to enjoy her life again.



*

Dillon sat on the end of the bed, staring at the telephone in front of him. He had been sitting here for a good ten minutes, illuminated by the light of the bedside lamp. Georgie came in, breaking his concentration.

"She's not back yet?"

"Nope," Georgie smiled "They must be having a nice time."

She watched her husband, as his attention quickly returned to the telephone. She sat down beside him and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Do you want me to dial it?"

"No," he shook his head "Am I making the right decision? I don't want to cause any problems between us..."

Georgie reached over and lifted the headset, handing it to him.

"Call her. Tell her she's going to be a grandmother."

In a few minutes the call had been connected, and he waited nervously as it rang on the other end. Finally, he heard his mother's annoyed voice.

"Hello?"

"Mother?" he asked into the phone.

"Dillon?" he heard her tone soften, she sounded almost happy.

"Hi Mom. I have something to tell you..."