Disclaimer: Chapters 1 and 2

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! You'll find a little Steve and DJ in this chapter Fh Fan. There's some Pam stuff in this chapter that I'm not sure is entirely true. If I'm wrong, feel free to correct me.

Chapter 5 – Baby Names

A month had passed since Anna had died. Caytlinne, who had always been one to recover quickly, had felt a little better about the whole situation. But still, she was grieving. She dyed all her clothes black and even made her hair a darker shade of brown. Joey had come to the funeral with her. She remembered feeling so happy when he was there. Back at the house, he had given her a small little smiling dog stuffed animal. Even if it was cheap, it made her feel a whole lot better.

Joey had spent every day with Caytlinne since the funeral. They watched cartoons, they had played board games, but mostly they sat around and talked. It was hard for Joey to do that, though, since almost everything he said reminded her of Anna. He noticed they were getting a lot closer. Not as friends, but physically. When they sat down they sat close to each other. It made Joey feel comfortable. He liked being close to her, although he wasn't sure how long it would last. After all, she was grieving. But still, after she'd gotten better, they still saw each other every day.

Jesse had felt pretty weird about the Anna thing. It made him think about Pam more than ever, and it made him think of his daughter. He wanted to talk to someone but no one would understand.

One hot June day, the family went over to the Tanner's for the day. DJ and Steve came by too. It was like a little family party, only Caytlinne was coming, too.

Jesse had been sitting alone on the couch thinking about a name for the baby. Someone knocked on the door. He went to answer it.

It was Caytlinne. Jesse noticed her hair right off.

"You died your hair?"

"Yeah, shocker isn't it?"

He let Caytlinne in. She had perched herself on the arm of the couch. Jesse sat on the opposite side. "I'm really sorry about the hair thing," Caytlinne said.

"I should be the sorry one."

"No, I had no right to say that."

"I shouldn't have gotten so touchy," Jesse said, "But I was just so confused about this baby thing…"

"Joey told me about that," she said, "Why not name it after your sister?"

"I want to, I really do but…I'm just…"

"Afraid that you'll miss her to much."

Jesse suddenly felt relieved, like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders Finally, someone understood. "Yeah."

Caytlinne felt tears hit her eyes.

"She was so beautiful," he said, "She could have been anything. I could almost see her name in a newspaper. Pam Christine Katsopolis."

"Christine isn't such a bad name."

Jesse repeated the name over again. Christine Katsopolis…"You're right." Jesse headed to the back door to tell Joey Caytlinne had arrived.

Jesse walked into the kitchen. Joey was the only one in there. "Is that Caytlinne?"

"Yeah."

"Did you guys make up?"

"She's a great girl Joey." Jesse thought of that name over and over again. Christine Katsopolis, she'd be his daughter in only a few months. He could hardly wait.

Joey went into the living room where Caytlinne was still sitting. "I'm thinking of dying my hair back."

"You should," he said, "It looked great that way."

Outside, DJ, Steve, and Becky were looking at paint swatches for the baby's room. Jesse and Becky had finally decided that the baby would get the tiny room Jesse used for his guitars and things like that. Hot Daddy and the Monkey Puppets had stopped playing publicly a while back, but they still played together occasionally. The instruments would be stored in the basement.

"This one is nice," Steve said, holding up a green colored swatch.

"I think so, too," DJ said.

"Hmm," Becky said, "Put it on the 'maybe' pile." Becky had sorted the swatches into three piles, "no", "maybe" and "we haven't seen yet". The "maybe" pile only had five or six swatches on it while the "no" pile had a few dozen.

DJ laughed. "Isn't this the ugliest shade of brown you've ever seen?"

"It is," Steve and Becky said at once. Joey and Caytlinne walked over to the table. "Hey, guys," Joey said, "This is Caytlinne. Caytlinne, this is DJ, Steve, and Becky." Joey gestured to each person as he said their name.

"Hi." Steve shook her hand.

"It's great to finally meet you." Caytlinne thought of how Anna called Jesse a jerk. How wrong she had been.

"It's nice to meet you too," Becky said, almost laughing as she thought of the names that she had called Jesse. Even though they had hurt her husband, she had found them funny.

"What are you doing?" Caytlinne asked, sitting next to DJ.

"We're trying to pick a color for the baby's room," Becky said, "You want to help?"

"Sure."

Joey left to talk to Danny.

Caytlinne had talked to the three for an hour, looking at swatches. Being around such a nice family took her mind off Anna. She really enjoyed their company.

After the swatches had all been sorted, they looked at the eight swatches in the "maybe" pile.

"I really like the baby blue," Caytlinne said.

"But it's a girl's room!" Steve said.

"Your point?"

"I mean, shouldn't girls like pink?"

"Oh, so girls are nothing more than 'pink'?" Becky said.

"Yeah, Steve," DJ said, "I'd like to hear what you meant by that."

"Steve," Caytlinne said, "I've hated pink all my life. Now tell me, what gender am I?"

"Female," Steve thought the question was entirely pointless, but the girls felt otherwise.

"Let's see," Caytlinne said, "I'm a girl, I hate pink. DJ's a girl, I don't see her wearing pink."

"Talk about PMS!"

"Now that was uncalled for!" Becky said.

"Steve!" DJ said, shocked.

"Really Steve," Caytlinne said, "All this means is whenever girls express their feelings it's PMS!"

"Well…"

"Well…what?" all three girls asked.

"Maybe I'll leave the paint swatches to the women."

Caytlinne replied with a sarcastic, "Sure, let us do the women's work!"

When Steve left the girls laughed. "Sometimes men just plain don't think before they talk!" Becky said.

"Sometimes?" Caytlinne asked, "That's the exact definition for my brother!" the girls laughed again.

After dinner, Becky was sitting on the porch swing. Jesse ran over to join her. "Beck, I finally decided on a name for the baby!"

"You did!"

"Yeah!"

"I thought you'd never decide the way you've been acting about it," Becky said, "Are we using your sister's?"

"Sort of," Jesse said.

"Sort of? How can you 'sort of' use a name?"

Caytlinne, who had overheard the conversation, walked over to the swing.

"Well, I was going to use her first name but…" Jesse wasn't sure how to tell Becky what he had talked about with Caytlinne. Becky hadn't lost some one like Pam. He didn't think she'd get it.

"But he had to take his parents into consideration," Caytlinne helped out, "After all, how would your parents feel if you named it after your dead sister?"

Jesse had never really thought of his parents, but he played along. "Yeah. So we decided to use her middle name."

"Christine?" Becky asked. Jesse nodded. "Christine…it's great Jess!"

The two quickly kissed.

DJ walked up to her aunt. "Aunt Becky, Steph found a magazine filled with adorable little baby stuff," she said, "You wanna come look with us?"

"Sure."

Becky got up and followed her niece to one of the two tables Danny had set up. Caytlinne sat on the porch swing.

"Thanks," Jesse said.

Caytlinne smiled and thought of her sister.

"It sucks, doesn't it?"

For some reason, Caytlinne had never expected anyone in that family to curse, even a not really bad word like that. But there wasn't another word to describe it. "Yeah, it does."

"I never thought anyone else could feel what I was feeling."

"What do you mean?"

"The pain, the suffering."

"Well, you never had another person around to help you through it," Caytlinne said. Her brother had been so helpful through it all. He made all the arrangements while Caytlinne was dying her clothes and crying. He put himself in charge of everything so she wouldn't be in a worse state than what she was already in.

"I just thought no one understood," Jesse said.

"There are millions of other people out there in that position."

Jesse looked at her. She would make a better school counselor than a comedian. "I guess I never thought of it like that."

Caytlinne thought of herself. "No one ever does."

Jesse smiled. "Joey's lucky to have a friend like you."

"I know he is," Caytlinne joked. She always felt she was lucky to have Joey around, too.

Jesse laughed softly. He thought of what Joey had said about Anna. "I'd bet our sisters would have been pretty good friends."

Caytlinne tried to remember what Joey had told her about Pam. She loved to laugh, Joey said it was her best quality. "I think your right."

That night, Becky and Jesse were sitting together on the porch swing. Caytlinne and Joey sat next to them, holding each other. Everyone had pretty much figured out they liked each other by then.

Jesse looked at Becky. She was absolutely beautiful. He rested his hand on her stomach. He looked up and mouthed the words "Thank you."

Caytlinne smiled. He seemed so macho, but he was really so sensitive.

Jesse and Becky all of a sudden started kissing passionately. Joey and Caytlinne laughed.

"Do they want another one or what?" Caytlinne whispered. Joey laughed softly, wanted to kiss her but unsure of how she'd react.

"It must be great to be so in love like that," Caytlinne said. That was another thing Joey liked about her. He had been thinking that for years, but never told anybody. Caytlinne never kept quiet about anything.

"You mean you never have been?"

Caytlinne shook her head. "I never really dated."

"I've never really had a date."

Caytlinne laughed. She couldn't possibly see how someone couldn't like a person like Joey. He was the sweetest man she'd ever met. She wondered what his lips would feel like on her's, which made her feel really warm. She glanced at her watch. It was eight o'clock. "I'd better get going," she said.

Joey felt somewhat disappointed. "I'll walk you to your car."

The two walked to the front of the house, where her car was parked. "Your family is really nice," she said, trying to find her keys in her pocket. Joey found it weird how she called them family. He'd thought that for thirteen years, but never actually said it.

Caytlinne found the keys and opened the door. "I'll see you around."

"Bye, Cayt."

Inside the house, Stephanie was up in her room brushing her hair. After the twins put honey it a few weeks back she had tried to make sure it was perfect. Joey came in. "Steph, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Joey," Stephanie turned to face him.

"You've been on a lot of dates. How do you know when to kiss someone."

Stephanie found it weird how Joey asked her about this. Why not her uncle? "Wow, you two are getting serious!"

"Come on, Steph."

"You have to make sure they want to kiss you back, I guess."

"But how do you know?"

"You just…" Stephanie wasn't sure how to put it, "Know."

"That helped," Joey thought sarcastically.

A/N: I'm not sure what else to put in here besides a final chapter. If anyone wants to see anything you can instant message me at MeIsAJeenyus (it won't work if you have Yahoo!) or you can leave a review. And by the way, Me, I've been keeping the "Michelle's first date" thing in mind, but I think it might go better in a different story in my little "series".