Summer had officially come to a close and school had begun. Summer could tell Seth was a nervous wreck about it since school wasn't the happiest place for him. Summer herself was nervous and she really wanted to skip.

"Summer! Where are my black sneakers?" Seth whined, annoyed looking under their bed.

"I'm not your maid. I don't know. Where ever you left them." Summer said a little irritated. They both didn't know how today was going to go, but they both hoped it would go well.

"FOUND THEM!" Seth finally rejoiced, hugging the shoes.

"Good for you. Where were they?"

" Where I left them last." Seth returned.

"Fine I shouldn't have asked." Summer was wearing a skirt and a flowing blue top that definitely showed off her "whale" side as Seth put it.

"Ok. We need to stop arguing." Seth said patiently.

"We aren't arguing Cohen. This is called banter. Ever heard of it?"

"Oh ok. Just making sure." He sat down on the bed and tied his shoes.

"You are going to talk to me today right?"

"Duh. I'm not going to pretend you don't exist. You are my boyfriend and we have all the same classes. So yes, I am going to talk to you." Summer cleared it up easily. Seth let out a big poof of air as if he was relieved.

"Do you think it's going to be weird?"

"Probably. I just hope people will eventually stop talking about me."

"Yeah, let's hope so for my sake."

"Why your sake? I'm the pregnant one."

"Yeah, but you see I have to endure listening to you rant so basically for my sake."

"That doesn't make sense. If you said for my sake. It would mean neither me or you or our baby."

"Arnold." Seth improvised

"Cohennnn."

"Fine. But it's potato/potato" He said, saying it into 2 different ways.

"Do I look ok?" Summer said, changing the subject and turning around.

"You look like a perfect whale." Seth said, trying to be nice. She did look good.

"Cohen. Maybe I won't talk to you." Summer threatened.

"Fine but you do like of look like a whale."

"I do not look like a whale. Whales are fat and ugly and gray. I am not ANY of those."

"Say what you must but you are soon going to convert."

"Speaking of convert." Seth seg-wayed into his own sentence.

"Is little Sammy going to be Jewish?"

"Our baby is not going to have a JewFro. No matter what you say. And I don't want him to have your dad's eyebrows either." Summer said, fixing her hair for the thousandth time that morning.

"So you agree it's a boy."

"I'm just saying if it does turn out to be a boy, those restrictions applies. Same with the girl of course."

"Hey summer. Speaking of baby names. I haven't heard any of your picks for a girl."

"That's because I'm not telling. If it's not a girl, I wouldn't have had my hopes up for that name but if it is a girl you'll find out then."

"So we really aren't going to find out early?" Seth whined, pouting.

"Nope. We are going back to the 1920's."

"I don't have to be in the waiting room the whole time do I?"

"Not a chance but during labor and birth, I bet you'd want to be." Summer warned.

"Point taken." Seth agreed looking at his watch. "Almost ready to go?"

"Almost. Let me just run to the bathroom." She left to the bathroom and Seth looked at his hair in the mirror.

"But right now, what your top pick?"

"For a girl? I haven't thought about it yet." She hollered from the bathroom.

"What do you mean? Haven't you even thought about it once?"

"Not really. I'm going to start right before, that way I won't get too used to a name I like and then I will get bored with it. See you keep getting bored with your names. I don't want that." Summer described, flushing the toilet and coming out.

"Hey, I just thought of something."

"What?"

"It's going to be a Roberts." Summer frowned for a moment. The couple times she had thought about the baby she always pictured it to be a Cohen. She didn't want her baby to be a Roberts; bad luck came with that name.

"Too bad. I don't really like the fact he or she will be a Roberts. It's not fair to her or him."

"It will be cute. Little baby Roberts."

"Little baby Cohen sounds better."

"Yeah, it does. We should get married one day."

"That would be nice, but that would mean I would be a Cohen." She pretended to cringe.

"Aww. You will be eventually." Seth announced, walking out the door.

"Sure I will." Summer called after him.

TBC