Hello everyone! This one is much, much lighter than the last one. I hope that you still enjoy it and please, please review. The title and the lyrics come from the song by the Postal Service, and it's an awesome song, and even though parts of it don't exactly match up, I had to use it because it's currently my favorite song. I'm currently procrastinating from doing my stats homework, because let's just face it; this is so much more fun than doing stats homework.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. I swear.

I think that it's a sign

That the freckles in our eyes

Are mirror images

That when we kiss

They're perfectly aligned

"Are you okay?" Kirsten asked as she watched as Ryan taped up the last box in his bedroom. He turned his head slightly and saw her out of the corner of his eye. One arm was placed on her hip, and the other was resting on top of her stomach. "Do you need anything?"

" No, I'm good. Shouldn't you be lying down?" Ryan asked. Kirsten smiled.

"You caught me," she said guiltily. "Just don't tell Sandy, okay? He'll yell at me and the last thing that I want right now is to be yelled at."

"So if you know that you're going to be yelled at, why did you risk it?" Ryan asked with his famous half smile appearing on his face.

"I was so damn bored!" Kirsten whined. "So I thought I would come out here and see how things were going with you." Ryan hurried over and cleared a spot on the chair for her. She eased herself into it and sighed. "Thanks sweetie."

"No problem," Ryan said as he went back to packing.

"So how's it going?" Kirsten asked looking at the pile of boxes that were currently covering the expanse of Ryan's bed. Ryan shrugged.

"It's going okay," he said. "I didn't realize I had accumulated so much stuff since moving in with you guys."

"Well, you know who to blame that one on," Seth's voice came from outside.

"Who?" Kirsten feigned ignorance and her son sighed as he stepped into the pool house.

"Please Mother, the only one in this room who is an admitted shopaholic." Seth paused for a minute. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Kirsten sighed loudly.

"I'm sitting down, aren't I? Can't you guys just leave me alone? Is it okay to want to interact with my family?" Seth simply raised one eyebrow.

"Dad's going to kill you," he said. "You know that right?" Kirsten shook her head.

"I'm up, okay? So let's talk about something else. Why don't you get us some water Seth?" Kirsten suggested. Seth looked like he was about to argue, but didn't, and instead turned around and trotted back into the house. "I could get used to this treatment." She grinned at Ryan, and he couldn't help but grin back at her.

"What do you mean get used to?" Ryan asked still smiling. "You've always gotten your way. And especially since the doctors put you on bed rest." It was true. There was not a single thing that Kirsten asked for that she didn't get. She just had to say the word and all three men in her life would jump to their feet and run to be the first one to grab it for her. Not that this was much of a change, even Seth was prey to Kirsten's charm. But no one fell harder than Sandy.

All Kirsten had to do was smile at him and he was off and running to do her bidding. When Ryan had pointed this out once, Sandy had been properly indignant, but admitted later when it was just the two of them that this was true.

"I can't help it," he told Ryan. "Since the moment that I met her I was butter in her hands."

Seth came back into the pool house with three bottles of water in his hands. He handed one to his mother and one to Ryan.

"Thank you honey," Kirsten said smiling at him. Ryan took a break from the packing and sat down and the three of them were laughing and joking when Sandy's panicked voice echoed across the patio.

"Kirsten? Kirsten!" The first place Sandy had gone when he had gotten home was up to their bedroom to check on his wife, and had found her not in bed where he had left her. This was enough to send Sandy into full panic mode. "Ryan? Seth?"

"Dad, we're out here!" Seth called out. Sandy hurried out to the pool house.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He demanded when he saw Kirsten sitting in one of Ryan's chairs, with her feet propped up.

"I got bored, honey, I didn't mean to scare you. I meant to be back in bed by the time you got home," Kirsten tried to calm her husband down, but he was having none of it.

"You shouldn't be out of bed," Sandy said.

"I know, I'm sorry. I guess this means that I have to go back to bed now right?" Kirsten pouted, and it did the trick.

"Well, I guess if you aren't moving around or anything, you can stay down here for a little bit longer, and then we'll order dinner and eat it in our bedroom," Sandy finally compromised. They had been having dinner in Kirsten and Sandy's bedroom since the doctor had told Kirsten that she would have to stay off of her feet for the next month a few weeks before. Sandy had gone out right away and bought a little table for their bedroom, and the boys ate there as Sandy sat with Kirsten on their bed and ate off of trays.

"Thank you," Kirsten beamed at him. Sandy came over and leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Oh, you know, like I'm going to burst," she said motioning to her stomach.

"But you look beautiful," Sandy told her leaning in for another kiss.

"Dad, please. Your children are in the room," Seth reminded him disgusted. Sandy grinned. Children. Two sons, and soon to be another baby. Ryan caught Sandy's infectious smile and grinned himself.

If someone told him a year ago that he would be moving into the house because during one of her more weepy moments, Kirsten had demanded that she had to have all of her children inside the house, he would have told them that they were nuts. After all, a year ago he had just moved in with the Cohens and Kirsten was still the slightly cold and distant woman who didn't quite trust him and placed him in the pool house to for her family's safety.

Now he was a part of that family. And he was just as anxious and excited to become a big brother as Seth was.

It was amazing really considering that when this all happened starting eight months ago, Ryan doubted his place in the family. Eight months ago, Ryan had a bag packed and ready for when he needed to flee. And he knew that he would have to flee. After all, all good things had to come to end. And Ryan had known that his time was dwindling with the Cohens.

But that was eight months ago, on this day Ryan was packing up his things from the pool house so that Kirsten wouldn't get all weepy like she did lately. Well, she would still get weepy, he figured, but at least him not living in the house wouldn't be the reason for it.

And I have to speculate

That God Himself

Did make us into corresponding shapes

Like puzzle pieces from the clay

Eight months earlier:

Kirsten stared at the pregnancy test in her hand. Pregnant? No. It couldn't be positive. She was thirty-seven years old! She had a sixteen-year-old son. Sons, she reminded herself. Two sixteen-year-old sons.

No. She couldn't be pregnant. She was on birth control. But there had been that time the month before when she forgot to refill her prescription and it had been Sandy's birthday, and she couldn't deny him anything on his birthday. She smiled thinking of that night, and then shook her head.

What would Sandy say? What would the boys say? She was pregnant. Well, that certainly explained the nausea that she had been having the past couple of weeks. And the weird cravings. Just the other night, she and Sandy were watching some biography on Elvis, and they had talked about how he loved fried banana sandwiches, and Kirsten had said,

"God, I could really go for a fried banana sandwich right now." Sandy had raised an eyebrow at her.

"Really? Because I think that they sound disgusting."

"I wouldn't knock it until you've tried it dear," Kirsten had replied.

She had gotten weird cravings when she was pregnant with Seth too. She was surprised that she hadn't put two and two together in her head. They had always wanted another baby, and had even decided to start trying again when Seth was around four, but then her mother got sick, and she began to work with her father, and there was never an appropriate time. It kept getting pushed back, until they didn't even consider it anymore.

It looked like fate had taken it out of their hands.

"Kirsten?" Sandy's head poked around the corner of the doorway and Kirsten dropped the pregnancy test quickly into the garbage can. "I thought I'd give the boys the car for the day because Ryan has soccer practice and Seth has litmag, so I was going to drop you off at work. Are you ready to go?" Kirsten managed to paste on a smile.

"Sure, in a minute," she replied.

"Okay, I'll be downstairs," Sandy told her before he closed the door. She let out a sigh of relief and reached down and picked up the pregnancy test, wrapped both that and the box in toilet paper and buried it in the garbage can. She found Sandy waiting for her, reading the paper.

"I'm ready," she announced grabbing her briefcase and following her husband out the door.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked. He had held back her hair the morning before as she threw up, and it was the familiarity of that situation that caused her to make a stop on the way home to pick up the pregnancy test. The positive pregnancy test. "Did you make an appointment like I asked you to?" Kirsten nodded. She had made a doctor's appointment; it just wasn't the doctor that Sandy was thinking.

"Tomorrow at eleven," she told him. And if the doctor confirmed it, then Kirsten would start thinking about how she would tell her family.

"Want me to go with you?" He asked glancing over at her. He knew that she was nervous. He could tell by the way her hands were clutched in her lap and she kept playing with her earrings. And suddenly Sandy was filled with dread. Maybe something was seriously wrong. Maybe that was why she was acting so strange. Maybe there was something that she wasn't telling him.

"No, that's okay," she offered him a small smile. "I'll be fine by myself."

"But you'll call me the minute you find out something right?" Sandy demanded. What if she was really sick? Oh God, he couldn't live without her.

"Yes," she promised. "Sandy, calm down, I'm sure it's okay." This time she gave him a real smile, and he did relax a little as they pulled up in front of her office building.

"Have a good day," Sandy said leaning over and giving her a kiss.

"You too," she said returning the kiss.

"I love you," he called out.

"I love you too," she replied and disappeared into the building. Kirsten smiled at all the employees that she passed until she got to her office. She quickly shut the door and sighed as she slid into her chair.

How exactly was she going to tell her family?

And true, it may seem like a stretch

But it's thoughts like this

That catch my troubled head

When you're away

When I am missing you to death

Present:

Sandy helped Kirsten back into bed and handed her the book she had asked for as he went to order dinner. Seth stuck his head into his parent's bedroom.

"Is it okay if Summer comes over for dinner? We have to work on a project later for chemistry," he asked.

"Sure, if it's okay with your father," Kirsten shrugged.

"It is, he said to check with you. I'm going to go call her." With that Seth disappeared and Kirsten went back to reading her book. A second later, Ryan popped in with a school book in one hand.

"Hey, sorry I'm interrupting, I can come back," he said turning towards the door.

"No, it's fine," Kirsten said smiling at him. "What's up?"

"Well, okay, I just needed help with my Western Civ homework. Sandy said to talk to you because he knew nothing about history," Ryan said shrugging. Kirsten smiled to herself. Who was Sandy kidding? He was a history genius. He just didn't want Kirsten to be bored, so he had sent Ryan up to keep her company. They had probably hatched this plan together, Kirsten thought to herself. Ryan came over to the bed and sat down next to Kirsten and they began to piece together his essay about the city-states of ancient Greece.

Just as they were finishing, Sandy came in with Seth and Summer.

"Hi Kirsten," Summer said brightly. Summer loved coming over to the Cohen house for dinner. She always had, but lately with Kirsten's pregnancy, she loved it even more. There was an air of excitement in the house, and Summer loved how they had moved all of their activities to be centered around Kirsten so that she could still be involved, but she didn't have to move. The warm house was a far cry from her own house, where she heated up the dinners that the maid had left for her and ate by herself at the long table that sat eighteen, but only really ever was used by her. "How are you feeling today?"

"Great," Kirsten replied smiling back at her. Sandy climbed onto the bed next to Kirsten and handed her a plate. Kirsten leaned back happily against the headboard. Sandy had ordered Chinese, because lately she had been on a fortune cookie kick.

"Good," Summer said sitting down next to Seth and stealing the Lo Mein noodles off of Ryan. She knew that in the next month she would find every excuse to be over Seth's house. She smiled happily as Sandy asked for some soy sauce and Seth and Ryan each threw a handful of packets at him, and he covered his head with his arms. Oh yeah, they were going to be sick of her by the end of the month if she had her way.

When you were out there on the road

For several weeks of shows

And when you scanned the radio

Well, I hope this song will guide you home

Okay, so that was the first chapter. Like I said, it's much lighter than my other fic, but what can I say? I'm a sucker for both Sandy and Kirsten and babies, and so I decided to join the club and write a baby story for them. Let me know what you think! Thanks!