Okay, thanks so much for the reviews! I love all of you! So I slept on the floor of my friend's apartment last night because he had a party and I couldn't drive home, but I'm so sore now that I don't know how those people who can sleep anywhere do it. I need a pillow and a blanket and some sort of mattress, be it normal or air. If you are one of those people who can sleep anywhere, more power to you. Anyway, here's the next chapter, it's a little fluffier than previous chapters, but I needed some fluff. Please let me know what you thought!

"I don't get many things right the first time

In fact, I am told that a lot

Now I know all the wrong turns, stumbles, and falls brought me here

And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face?

Now I see it every day

And I know that I am the luckiest." - Ben Folds

"Kiki? Are you free?" Caleb knocked on the office door of his daughter and without waiting for a response, stepped inside. Kirsten was sitting with her head on the desk. She gave a half hearted attempt to glance up and pretend like she was working, but quickly decided that was going to take too much energy, and instead lifted her hand in response. Caleb hurried over to his daughter. "Are you okay? Kirsten?"

"I'm okay," she said finally sitting up and stifling a yawn. She placed a hand on her stomach. "I just didn't get much sleep last night." She was still having morning sickness, well, all day sickness really. Sandy had read in one of the many books that he had gotten out of the library, to "refresh his knowledge of pregnancy," as he put it, that morning sickness was normally in the first trimester. As Kirsten was now well into her second trimester, he had panicked and called the doctor, who explained calmly to him that it was different for all women.

"Some women will have morning sickness throughout their pregnancy," the doctor had told Sandy.

"But she wasn't like this with our son," Sandy had argued. He wasn't actually positive that was true, although he figured he would have remembered if Kirsten had thrown up throughout the entire nine months.

"Every pregnancy is different Mr. Cohen," the doctor said.

Between the morning sickness, and the fact that their little girl was shaping up to be quite the soccer player, Kirsten was barely getting any sleep at night. Sandy had tried to convince her to stay home that day, but there were contracts that needed to be signed that day, and she had dragged her tired, nauseous body to the office, promising her husband that she would try to only be there a half day.

"You should go home Kiki," Caleb said. He remembered the day that he had walked in while she clutched her stomach, and cried in pain too well. He remembered her terrified expression when she explained that she was pregnant, and something was wrong. He remembered calling 911, and holding her hand while they waited for the paramedics. He had whispered that it was going to be okay, that the baby was going to be okay, that she was going to be okay. Of course she would be okay, there was no way that he could lose her.

"I am," Kirsten said. "I'm just trying to summon the energy to drive home."

"I'll drive you home," Caleb offered immediately. Kirsten had been pleasantly surprised at the way that her father was acting now that she was pregnant. When she had been pregnant with Seth, she and Sandy lived up in Berkeley and only saw her parents a few times during her pregnancy.

Kirsten just nodded and her father left her office to tell his secretary where he was going and to have the car brought up. Then he came back in, and placed a supportive arm around Kirsten. Kirsten wanted to tell him that he was treating her like an invalid, and she wasn't so tired that she couldn't walk to the car, but lately she had been choosing her battles, and arguing with her father always turned into a completely draining event, and she didn't want to have to listen to him lecture her about learning how to take it easy. She had heard that enough lately. She was sick of hearing it. God forbid they put her on bed rest.

"Oh, Kiki, hold on, I forgot my phone in my office, why don't we sit you over here while I run back and get it?" Okay, Kirsten decided. That's enough.

"Dad, I can stand and wait for you. I can walk to the car and wait for you. I'm tired, not dying." She gave a little laugh, and he nodded.

"Well, wait here. I'll be right back." He hurried off in the direction of his office and she sighed. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she pulled it out. Sandy's name flashed across the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby," he said. It hadn't taken Sandy very long to slip back into using terms of endearment. One night, when she was feeling particularly brave, she had asked him if he had called Rebecca any of those names.

"No. I didn't," he replied. They had been lying in bed; Sandy had a hand on Kirsten's ever growing stomach, and talking about the baby. And Kirsten had turned to him, in all seriousness, and asked him to be honest with her.

"What about when you were dating?"

"No," Sandy said shaking his head. "She wasn't that kind of girl."

"Sandy?" Kirsten asked softly summoning all of her courage.

"Yes?"

"Did you love her…before…like you love me?" She was surprised to find out that as soon as she had asked the question she did not want to hear the answer if it was going to be an affirmative.

"God no," Sandy said and saw a few tears drip down Kirsten's face, and quickly wiped them away with the tips of his fingers. "No. Honey, when Rebecca and I dated, we were almost clones of one another, we were on the same page all the time. There was nothing to fight about because we agreed on everything."

"So you were perfect for one another?"

"No, no! We were bored. Both of us. It was a safe relationship. And I thought I loved her, but then…God, then I met you. And I realized that I never felt anything for Rebecca like I felt for you. And I will apologize for the rest of my life for what I've done. I never…I hate myself for doing it, baby." Kirsten didn't reply, a few more tears slid down her cheeks.

"Okay," Kirsten replied softly. She allowed Sandy to gather her in his arms and hold her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would slip away.

"Hey, honey," Kirsten said on the phone to Sandy. Sandy may have easily fallen back into the terms of endearment, but it still almost felt strange on Kirsten's tongue. She had to consciously think to add them in.

"Are you at work still? I was thinking that maybe we could go grab some lunch?"

"I'd love to, but my dad is making me go home, so maybe you could stop and grab something and bring it home?"

"Sure, what's wrong? Why is your dad making you go home?" Kirsten had hoped that maybe he would ignore that part, and sighed inwardly.

"I'm just exhausted, and he's worried about me. I was actually going to go home after lunch anyway, but he offered to drive, and so I took him up on the offer." Caleb appeared right then, offered his daughter his arm, which she slipped her free hand into, and said to Sandy, "I'll see you at home?"

"Okay. What do you want to eat?"

"I don't care, surprise me," Kirsten said.

"Okay, I love you."

"Love you too," she replied before hanging up the phone and following her father out to the car.

Sandy hated when Kirsten said, "surprise me." He always ended something that she would undoubtedly turn her nose up at. Now, with the pregnancy, she was very particular about her food. Certain things she couldn't get enough of, and other things made her sick. If he got the right thing, he was a hero, but if he got it wrong, he was in big trouble. She unfortunately never yelled at him. He could handle the yelling, but the yelling never came. Instead, she would cry. Just sob, and his heart would break into a million pieces and he would scramble to make it right again. And Kirsten would smile at him, and would tell him what she wanted, which was always something that he never in a million years would have guessed, such as a bucket of original recipe from KFC. Before recently, he hadn't even known that there was a KFC in Newport, and he wasn't entirely sure how Kirsten knew that there was one.

Kirsten was definitely not the KFC type.

However, it was beginning to seem that the baby was. Sandy wouldn't be surprised if his daughter was a fast food junkie.

So this latest time, when instructed to surprise her, Sandy had stopped at every single fast food restaurant that he could find. He barely managed to get the door open and get all the bags inside and into the kitchen.

"What did you bring me?" Kirsten asked coming into the kitchen after changing into a pair of sweatpants and Sandy's Berkeley sweatshirt. She was definitely beginning to show, and had offers from Summer, Marissa, and Julie all to go shopping for baby clothes and maternity clothes.

"They have some really cute maternity clothes out there now," Summer had explained when she had stayed for dinner one night. "I mean, it's not those ugly tents anymore. They're trying to make it so that you can still be hot and be pregnant at the same time. I think it's so that your husband will still be attracted to you while you're pregnant and not want to go boink someone else." As soon as the words were out her mouth, Summer gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh God I didn't mean…he wouldn't…I just…"

"It's okay Summer," Kirsten had interrupted. "I'd love to go shopping with you." The subject, thankfully, had quickly changed to what stores to hit and when they were both free to go. Sandy felt like he was about three inches tall, and had to remind himself again of what an idiot he was.

"I brought you every kind of food imaginable," Sandy said. "Mostly fast food."

"Emily likes fast food," Kirsten agreed. She loved to refer to the baby by the name they had chosen. It made her seem more real, it made it all seem more real and it made Kirsten very anxious to meet her. As she had just entered her six month, she kept reminding herself that it was only three months away.

Their family was being pieced back together in the five months since Sandy slept with Rebecca. While Seth was still giving him the cold shoulder, it wasn't constantly like it had been before. It was almost as if Seth would forget that he was supposed to be angry at his father and they would slip back into their usual bantering. Then Seth would suddenly remember that his father had slept with someone else, had shattered their family almost to the point beyond repair, and he would go back to trying his best to give one word answers to Sandy.

But they weren't shattered beyond repair. Kirsten was proving once again that she was the strongest member of the family and was slowly, but surely putting them back together. And Ryan was helping, determined not to let them fall apart.

Ryan had confessed to Kirsten that he had been thinking about leaving, and they had sat out on the patio, just the two of them, and had discussed in length the many ways that was ridiculous. Sandy had watched them for a little while, from the kitchen. Watched as his wife quickly put to rest any lingering doubts Ryan had about his place in the family. Sandy realized that things had changed. He would no longer be the one that Ryan would confide in, look up to. That role had gone to Kirsten. Sandy had lost that privilege.

"Mmm," Kirsten said pulling a hamburger out of one of the bags, Sandy wasn't sure which one. "This smells wonderful."

"I did good?" Sandy asked with a grin on his face.

"You did good," Kirsten confirmed smiling as she bit into a French fry. "Thank you for lunch." She walked around to give him a kiss on the lips, which he accepted gratefully. It had taken awhile for this too. These displays of affection that used to be so subconscious. In the morning, it had been automatic for her, go for coffee pot, give Sandy a kiss. For awhile there, it had seemed like she was battling internally as to whether or not to give him a kiss. Every kiss, Sandy was afraid that she would decide that she had made a mistake in taking him back and would kick him out again.

The first time they had made love since Rebecca, Kirsten had broken down and cried at the end of it, and Sandy had panicked, thinking that something was wrong with baby, only to have Kirsten tell him that the baby was fine.

"It's just…I can see you doing this with her in my mind," Kirsten sobbed. "I can't get it out."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sandy had repeated. "I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry. I love you." He felt like those words couldn't come out of his mouth enough. He had held her in his arms until she had calmed down. When he asked her if she wanted to talk about it, she just shook her head.

"No," Kirsten had said. "Let's just go to sleep, okay?" Sandy had agreed, not wanting to do anything that Kirsten didn't want to do.

"Oh!" Kirsten said suddenly placing her hand on her stomach and being so surprised that she dropped the burger that she had been holding.

"What?" Sandy asked. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, honey, come here," Kirsten grabbed his hand and grinned at him, placing his hand on her stomach. "Do you feel that?"

"Oh my God," Sandy breathed out and a smile broke out onto his face. "That's our little girl." They stood there silently for a minute longer before Kirsten pulled away gently and picked up the fallen burger, taking a large bite. She grinned sheepishly at Sandy.

"I'm hungry," She offered shrugging. "Are you going back to work?"

"I really don't want to," Sandy replied.

"Then don't," Kirsten said with a grin. "Play hooky with me. We'll watch some movies, pig out, it'll be great." It did sound great. It sounded more than great. Sandy found himself nodding and loosening his tie. She grabbed some of the bags of food, and a bottle of water and headed towards the living room.

"I'm going to go change," Sandy told her. "Although someone seems to have stolen my favorite sweatshirt." Kirsten just shrugged and grinned.

"I think it's my favorite sweatshirt now," she responded.

"And I think it's time to go buy a new sweatshirt I guess," Sandy said.

"I think you're right," Kirsten said. It wasn't the first sweatshirt over the years that Kirsten had pilfered from him, and he hoped that it wouldn't be the last. He stood there, just watching as she got settled on the couch, eating fries straight from the bag.

"Well, are you going to go change or what?" Kirsten's voice startled him. "Cause if you don't hurry up, I'm going to put in Steel Magnolias. And you know how I get when we watch that." Sandy grinned.

"I do know how you get," he said before hurrying out of the room to change clothes.

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