Ok, YES IT'S THE SECOND-TO-LAST CHAPTER! WOOT! Very kool, it will be my first completed fic (unless I finish one before I do this one. But that depends on you guys reviewing.) Hey, sory about not updating for so long but … IT'S WAY TOO FRIGIN HOT TO WRITE! DID YOU NOTICE? Ok, I'm hyper. Yep.per peppers. Kk.

Riza—4789 : Thank you. I wanted to add a little more spice. And action. Yea.

Bellamegs : That sux, I don't wish writers block on anyone. I just lost the spirit of the story, that's all. I think I'm almost better now, though. I'm happy about it almost being done! I don't think I will do any other birth scenes, just a little summary at the end or sumthin, but thanks for the suggestion!

Beck/ Becky/ Becky-Last time I swear: Thanks a lot! It means tons to me! I was going to kill him off but then it would not make Bee very happy so I decided to keep him. Even if I don't like him. I don't know why I forgot about the mothers but now I think it would just make it more complicated, thanks for the suggestion though!

Elephantsrocmysox: Thanks. I h8 him too, but … yea. I just got bored and now I have to do damage control. Bee would get mad if Eric died. I'm glad some1 liked the chapter.

Coolmarauders: Hehe. I have no comment. Thank you for reviewing, I love it! Umm … yes phia has the pants and unfortunately Eric will not die. My quotes are very hard to find, but I do it anyway. Thanks for the compliment of them. They could adopt, but what would happen to the kid carmen is carrying?

Disclaimer: I don't own the girls but I DO OWN THE QUOTES! MINE! GIMME! And please take no notice of the last quote, I am hyper and could think of nothing better. Hehe. Ok,

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Chapter Seven

Cancel my subscription cause I don't need your issues—Carmen, to the poor girl at Starbucks

Eric was in the intensive care wing of the hospital. He would live, but was in a coma. At that moment, the staff was trying to figure out how to reach his family. They had searched his pockets for ID and had found his drivers license, library card, birth certificate and a soccer club membership. It should have been more than enough, and it was, however, when they had phoned his home number, the recording said that his wife was traveling. They phoned his parents and got the same answer.

"Perhaps he has siblings? Or we could contact that soccer club? Perhaps his wife has a cell-phone?" A nurse was quick to aid the secretary in his attempts. Indeed, when they phoned Eric's brother Craig, he gave them Bridget's cell number and told them he would notify the rest of the family.

"Again!" The secretary swore when he tried to phone the cell number.

"What?" The helpful nurse was quick to his side.

"The number is out-of-service! This is impossible! Some people just shouldn't have accidents! Its too hard to tell their loved ones!" They laughed.

"But she can't love him very much if she's this unreachable. Maybe she left him and he drove off that cliff in a suicide attempt, then chickened out at the last second and swam to the surface." They contemplated theories for a while until Craig came into the building with his parents.

"Did you reach Bridget?" The gray-haired mother asked.

"No, her number has been disconnected, mam." The nurse slunk away and left the secretary to fend for himself.

"Well, keep trying. Now, where is my son!" She demanded, then charged into the emergency room.

Try as she might, Erics mother could not wake him up. Finally, she sat in a chair beside Craig and her husband, crying.

If the sky is the limit, then what is space, over the limit?—The Quote Syte.

Ryan and Phia lounged on a park bench, the wisps from a weeping willow tickling their cheeks. They laughed, kissed, talked, kissed. Overall they had a good time. Suddenly, Ryan got an idea.

"Phia, how would you like to live in Manhattan for a couple of weeks?" He imagined it. Spending time in New York with his two favorite girls; Carmen and Phia.

"What? I mean, that would be great, but we can't just get up and go. My parents would kill me!" She laughed. He explained to her his idea and her face lit up.

"Oh Ryan! That would be wonderful!" She hugged him.

"Yea, it would. I just have to convince Carmen to let us. And our parents of course." He looked thoughtful.

"That's fine. My parents are not usually too strict. Plus they are taking brother to Dallas on his wrestling tour." They plotted the whole thing, then parted ways to tackle their parents.

When Ryan got home, his father was in the shower and his mom was sitting in the den, reading a book.

"Hey, mom." He sat down beside her. His blue jeans contrasting against the burgundy couch.

"Hey, honey. Did you have fun with Phia?" She placed her book closed on her lap and listened to his proposal.

"You know, I think that's the smartest idea I've heard all day." She told her son about the two telle-marketers that had called.

"So we can do it?" He asked hopefully, he couldn't wait to phone Ophelia.

"I don't see why not." She smiled at him. "You just have to ask Carmen. I'm sure that your father will be fine with it, but you'd better tell him too, when he gets dressed." Ryan ran upstairs to call his girlfriend.

"They said yes!" She shouted into the phone.

"All right!" He exclaimed, "Now all I have to do is phone Carma, she's in San Francisco right now, so I'll use her cell. I'll phone back when I get an answer, OK? See ya."

"Bye."

He sat on his bed for a moment, feeling the sunshine on his face. This would be an awesome august. He dialed Carmen's number.

"Have you ever noticed that if you rearranged the letters in mother in law, they come out to Woman Hitler?"—A not-so-deep-thought.

Bridget went into the electronics store and looked around. It was all so hard to understand. The signs were all in French. I think I'm going into culture shock, She thought, trying to read a poster of a poodle sitting beside a turtle.

"Bonjour." A little man said in a monotone voice. He was sitting behind a counter pilled with gadgets.

"Hi, do you speak English?" She smiled pathetically at him.

"Martine! Une anglophone!" The man shouted violently. A young woman with short brown hair came out from the back, she warily looked at her father.

"Hello," she addressed Bridget in heavily accented English. "Could I help you?"

"Yea, I need to buy a new cell-phone. My old one fell into the St. Laurence. It needs to have the same number." She proceeded to buy a new phone, handing the woman her credit card before sitting in a park to activate it.

As soon as she could, she phoned Eric. He didn't pick up, but she wasn't worried. She phoned the shop but again got no answer. Now she knew that something was wrong. Eric always picked up the phone. No matter how busy he was. Most of the time it annoyed her, especially during diner or a movie, but she knew she could always count on it. She then tried to dial Eric's cell number but it was turned off so she decided to give up. Walking through the park, she felt terribly home sick. Perhaps Eric was having coffee with Mz. Santoz, bored out of his mind. Maybe he was surfing with his friends.

Suddenly, her new phone rang.

"Hello?" A mans voice was on the other line, telling her the impossible. She felt the dizzying blood rushing to her head, making her feel faint.

"The Scorpiono Hospital?" She whispered in Spanish. Not waiting for a reply, she hung up the phone and transferred, yet again, her plane tickets. Running back to Le Chevalier, she checked out, collected her things and caught a cab to the airport. She picked up her tickets at customer service and ran on to the plane. Shock waves coursing through her body.

If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches? —Anon.

Lena was sitting in the hospital with Tibby. They were both dressed in normal clothes. Lena was in a white blouse and blue skirt and Tibby in a graphic tee and a pair of cargo jeans. Since Jordan was doing so well, the hospital had allowed her to leave earlier than expected. Now they were waiting as Brian returned from the bathroom. After five minutes, they looked at each other and smiled. Finally, Brian walked in. He was carrying Jory.

"Hey, you. How did you get her?" Tibby kissed her husband and stroked Jordan's hair. Lena looked at them and longed for Paul.

"The nurse passed when I was coming back." He smiled. "Ready to go?" They all walked out of the hospital together, discussing Carmens' speedy departure that mourning. Lena would be on a greyhound bus back to New York in the afternoon right after they ate lunch. As they drove to the restaurant, Lena got to hold Jory.

"Mmmm, I'm hungry. Hospital food is sooo nasty. I can't wait for my grilled vegi sandwich" Tibby licked her lips. Suddenly, her cell-phone rang.

"Hey, Harold, I told you. You've been appointed to full-fledged director. I need a break." She paused. "Ok, but only one more time. And only because it suits my needs. Plus you better not start complaining because I'm going to bring my family. Yea, shut up! Ok, see you Harold, bye." She flipped her cell-phone shut. "Change of plans. We're all going to New York!" Brian laughed.

"I know my boss won't care! I'm on my vacation now. Cool, so New York it is!" Lena smiled. She wouldn't be alone with Carmen; not that it was a problem anymore. Tibbys birth seemed to have cracked her mean personality to bits. Maybe it could be like old times. They could even ask Bridget to join them.

Just remember, if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off. – God. No, just a magical place where I get my quotes!

Carmen had just landed in New York when her phone rang.

"Hello?" It was Ryan. He wanted to know if he and his girlfriend (?) Phia could stay with her for the rest of the summer.

First thing was first. "You have a girlfriend? Since when! Oh my god! That's so cool!" She laughed. Carmen had been worried that Ryan would drift away from her now that she was no longer mean to everyone. If he had a girlfriend, maybe he would cheer up too.

"Yea. I'll tell you about her later. So, can we come?"

"Of course! I might be a bit busy, though, I have a weird murder case to work on and a date on Monday."

"That's ok, I've been to N.Y before. I know the subway system. Hey, you sound happy. I like it." She explained that Win would have liked it better if she was more Good Carmen than Bad Carmen, so she had decided to compromise.

"I will still have an attitude, but I'm not going to me a bitch." They laughed, and hung up.

Seconds later, it rang again.

"We're coming over!" Tibby shouted into her ear.

"Who? You, Jordan and Brian? Cool! Wait, Lena too? Sweet! We should call Bee and get her to come too! A sisterhood reunion! And Ryan and his girlfriend Phia are coming as well! My loft is going to be packed!" They spoke for a few minutes until Carmen's taxi arrived for her.

"See you, Tibbs, love you, ok, bye." She climbed into the car, pulling her suitcase in behind her.

Have you ever dressed up like a bunny rabbit for no reason? Me neither, but I hear its fun! – Me, at a lack of quotes.

Bridget walked into the dimly lit hospital room. Eric lay vulnerably under the beige sheets. His tanned face pale and beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Tears were running violently down her face. She ran to his side and embraced him, feeling his body heat meshing with her own.

"No…" She whispered. He could not die. He was the father of the two babies growing inside of her. She had fallen in love with him that first summer at soccer camp and had never really gotten over it. She loved him now, in his innocent condition, more than ever. She needed him back with her, to raise their children.

"I'm sorry…It's my fault!" She was so immeasurably ashamed of her affair with Billy. It was fate punishing her now; her conscience was going to explode. Tears streamed off her face and onto his. Suddenly she couldn't hold it in anymore; she told him everything, about her fears, about Billy. She explained how sorry she really was and how she just needed him back. She needed him to get mad at her, to make her feel even worse. She told him that he didn't deserve her, but she wanted him anyway.

And then, he opened his eyes, slowly, carefully.

"Its ok, baby. I forgive you. Let's forget this, let's get back to life." He weakly smiled. She started sobbing in joy. He was back. They kissed, and the doctor came in and announced that Eric would be fine. Bridget's cell-phone rang, she was prepared to ignore it.

"Answer it, it could be important." Eric and his need to always answer the phone.

"Nothing is more important than this." She replied, but picked it up nonetheless. "Hello?"

Tibby explained their plans. Bridget told her what had happened.

"Oh my god. Is he ok?" Tibby's voice caught.

"Yes, thankfully. Wait, you know what? I'm going to ask if he wants to go." Eric replied that he would love to go to New York, if the doctor said he was up to it.

"He should be fine. Just no over-exhorting yourself."

Bridget stood there in perfect happiness. Then she realized that Tibby was still on the phone.

"Hey, we'll be there. See you later, girl. Love ya. Bye."

Ok, Chees-y cliché City. Especially with Bee. I don't like her or Eric very much but it would not have worked well with the happy ending if I killed him off. One more chapter! Woot! And hey, everyone who is not updating their stories better do it or I will set Mz. Santoz on them. If I write a sequel she will defiantly be in it! Woot! Ok review and I will update sooner!