John stared at the door blankly as he watched his girlfriend leave the house, having that wicked glare in her eye that if you said the wrong thing to her, it'd be the last thing you said.

He looked at Randy, hoping to find an answer, but he only shrugged his shoulders, placing a hand on Stacey's wasit. "You know how she gets," Randy tried to tell John. "One minute shes all perky and cute, then the next she hates you. You can't do anything about that. Unless you said something wrong. Did you?"

"I asked if she wanted a dog," John replied, running his fingers through his hair. "I thought ya know, Madison is back, we're a family again, lets get a dog. Seems right doesn't? Even though usually in relationships you're suppose to get the dog, then have a kid..."

"John, you're reambling honey," Stacey cut him off. She placed an assuring arm on his, giving it a gentle rub. "Sometimes, you just have to watch what you say to pregnant women." John's facial expression went from confused, to shock.

Glaring at Stacey, John scrunched his eyebrows together, going back to the confused look that was on his face seconds earlier. Clearly, he had just heard her wrong, or if he had heard her right, he was just hearing things. Of course, Lidia couldn't be pregnant! Afterall, the last time they had done anything to that extent...it was in a shower...without protection...

The memory came back to him, a small smirk on his face as he remebered how eager and willing she was to do something as riskay as that. But of course, that night was when their world's began to fall apart.

None of that mattered anymore though. Like John said, they were back together, Madison was back, it was the perfect time to get a dog.

"Pregnant?" he whispered to himself as he snapped back to reality. "Well, the kid obviously isn't mine..." Randy rolled his eyes as John began to think of excuses on how Lidia can't be with child. 'Just like the first time,' Randy thought to himself as he headed back down stairs to his basement. He tugged at Stacey's hand gently, trying to get her away from John, but she wasn't having it.

"Stace, come on. Please?" he begged as he gave her his puppy dog eyes. "That movie was just getting good baby, don't you want to see how it ends?"

"Randy, how many times have you actually seen The Mighty Ducks? You know they get Billy Banks in the end and they win," the leggy blonde reminded him with a roll of the eyes. "Besides, don't you think your friend needs someone to talk to? He just found out his girlfriend is impregnated."

"His girlfriend is my little sister! Like hell I want to talk to him right now. Maddy! Come down stairs with Uncle Randy!" Randy called out to his neice. Madison came skipping into the room, her face a mess from spagetti sauce, but her curls still perfect. She grabbed ahold of her uncle's hand and tried to get him to skip down the stairs with her, but he refused.

"Uncle Raaaaaaaaandy," Madison whined, pouting out her bottom lip. "You never want to have fun anymore. Why are you getting so old?"

"Because that's what people do, Maddy. We get old and grumpy and refuse to do things, with the ones that we love!" he shouted to make sure Stacey heard him.

She ignored him as her and John walked into the kitchen. They sat back down at the table that was still set for three, and stared at the plates blankly.

"That kid can't be mine," John denied again as he poured himself a glass of wine. "It just can't be. There's plenty of guys out there who that kid could belong to..."

"Are you actually listening to yourself?" Stacey asked him. "Are you implying that your girlfriend is unfaithful, and decided to go off and sleep with another guy while she was with you?"

"Lid wouldn't do that."

"Then why did you suggest it?" John bowed his head, taking a sip from his wine quietly, not making eye contact with Stacey. She arched an eyebrow at John as he got up from the table, heading towards the front door.

"Where you going?" she asked him, crossing her arms in front of her stomach.

"Going to the studio. I'll pay you and Randy when I get back for watching Maddy," he told her quickly.

With that, the door slammed shut, for the second time that night.

Meanwhile...

Slamming the refridgerator door shut, Pat leaned against the door, taking a sip from the bottle of water he just grabbed. "I can't believe they want to drop us!" he exclaimed to his band. "Just because we were out shining our lablemates? What are we suppose to say to that?"

"Well, obviously, we're suppose to apologize because we're more talented than Britney," Russ pointed out.

"It's fucking bull shit," Jack sighed, leaning his head on the table. Lidia propped her feet on the table, scratching the back of her head, sighing just like the singer.

"There's gotta be a way around this," she mumbled to no one in particular. "Is it honestly because we outshined that stupid bitch?" The three males nodded their heads. "Fucking bullshit..." Pat slammed his fist on the table, alerting his bandmates.

"A record label!" He said to his group.

"Yes Pat, something we don't have," Russ pointed out the obvious. "Without a record label, we can't get paid, and if we don't get paid..."

"We can't feed the starving pregnant girlfriend and female member of the band," Lidia told them with her cocky smirk on her face. Mags informed Pat as soon as he got home that she was pregnant, and Lidia told them, only to recieve shrugs and smiles, like it was nothing new, which is all she wanted.

"You guys are morons. I ment start our own record label." The four musicans glared at each other, a twinkle in each of their eyes. "It's perfect when you think about it really, right? We're our own boss. We can hire who we want, we have the money to do it. This is our chance to show who we are!" Jack smirked to himself quietly, while Russ and Lidia smiled and shurgged their shoulders.

"I'm for it," Russ spoke up, exchanging a high five with Lidia. She flashed her group a thumbs up, signaling she was in as well.

"Great," Jack said, clapping his hands together, "now, how do we begin?"

"How about by telling the truth?" John stood in the front doorway, arms crossed across his chest, and his posture trying to make him seem taller than his 6'1" stature. "Lid, can I talk to you for a second?" Lidia's arms immediately went around her stomach, her feet not moving from their position on the table.

"You can talk to me here," she challenged, still not moving.

"Don't do this Lidia..."

"Do what? My band has the right to stay here if I want them to, and guess what? I want them to. Now please, tell me what you have to say, that's oh so important, it couldn't have waited until I got home." Her eyebrows raised in interest as she remained sitting, staring at her boyfriend. John didn't know what to do, a part of him even told him to turn around and go home, but instead, he stood there as well, reciving glares from Lidia's bandmates, and Mags.

"Pregnant?" John started, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Your pregnant?" Lidia pursed her lips tightly together, trying not to let any emotion show. "You didn't even bother telling me at dinner! How am I...." Standing up suddenly, Lidia's chair fell over at her action, startling the people that were sitting.

"A dog?" She responded. "You made that nice dinner to ask if we could get a dog?" Pat sucked his lower lip in his mouth, stopping a laugh to come out. "Why would I tell you the news that you're becoming a father, again, when you want to get a dog?" John looked down at his feet, suddenly ashamed at his actions. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and she did say that she wanted to expand the family at some point.

Lidia walked over to where John was, then turned back to face her band. "Sorry about this guys," she apologized. "Could we get together tomorrow and figure everything out instead?"

"Sure Lids, whenever your ready," Russ replied for the group. Lidia gave them a thankful smile before returning to face John.

"I have my own way home. I'll talk to you then," she told John as she grabbed her keys from the table. John moved out of her way so she could leave, but remained looking at his feet.

"A dog eh?" Mags spoke, a hint of sarcasim in her voice. "Maybe she was expecting something bigger. Like marriage." John waved off her comment, and did the reoccuring theme for the day: he slammed the door and left.

Legend Speaking: Sorry about the long wait for an update, but you'll still read and review, right?