The next morning Summer woke up and found herself not in her house or even her own room. She was in Seth bed. She sat up and looked at the other side of the bed. Seth wasn't there.

Sum's mind flashed back to the night before. Her going over to the Cohen's, Seth coming back, her fainting, Seth's and her fight, and Summer crying her eyes out on Seth's shoulder.

Summer suddenly felt nauseous and she knew she had to vomit. She got up quickly from her bed and almost tripped over the big lump covered with a blanket on the floor. Apparently Seth had chose to sleep on the cold ground last night. Careful not the wake or step on him, she ran to the bathroom in which she promptly threw up last night's dinner. When she was done, she noticed how hungry she was. Summer opened up the bathroom door to check if Seth was still sleeping. He was.

Summer was more confused then ever. Seth had been so sweet last night when he rocked her to sleep by the pool . He talked about his trip and told her everywhere he went. Seth told her how much he missed her and she started bawling even more. But the baby was on her mind the whole time he was talking. What was best for everyone? Adoption or them raising it by themselves?

A sound below in the kitchen made her follow the noise. Eggs, bacon, and French toast waffed into the stairway as she stepped onto the ground floor. Summer saw Sandy in the kitchen dancing to a 80's song and putting jam on this bagel. Sandy noticed her in the hallway.

"Hey Summer." He turned around and turned off the radio. "You hungry?"

"I'm starved."

"Well, you're in luck. We've got…" he went and pointed to all the foods as he said them. "scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, French toast, bagels, orange juice, milk, and English muffins"

"Wow, that's a lot of food."

"Well, we thought you and Seth would be hungry."

"Thanks." Summer looked at all the food and couldn't decide. She had ruled out a couple dishes since she knew if she ate them she would barf right then and there but bagels sounded the best to her. Milk too.

"No problem. Have you seen Seth? Still sleeping?"

"Yep. He slept on the floor last night. I bet he's going to have a sore neck and back."

"I'm afraid so." Kirsten walked into the kitchen and stopped when she saw Summer. Then she smiled.

"Hi Summer! How are you feeling?"

"Good. Why?" Summer asked confused. She didn't say anything to Kirsten about not feeling good.

Kirsten got a look on her face then shook her head. "I mean now that Seth's back. Did you guys make up?"

Summer really didn't want to get into this conversation. Seth had just gotten back and she was still angry at him. But their little chat last night did seem to go over good.

She wasn't sure when she would tell Seth about the baby. Last night after he arrived she got cold feet. When Summer woke up last night at about 3 she tried to picture Seth as a dad toting their baby around. At first she couldn't but then she could. The baby saying dada and him laughing. Him chasing him or her around. The baby's first birthday party. She had started to cry. Maybe it could work but on the other hand it would mess everything up.

"No. But we talked for a while." Summer said very quietly, that Sandy had to lean over to hear what she said.

"Oh. That's a good start. I'm curious. What were you going to tell us last night? You were just about to when Seth came." Kirsten said.

Summer didn't say anything at first.

TBC.