Seth was sitting underneath a tree in the quad. Summer lay on her back with her head in Seth's lap. He was reading a comic book and Summer was doing math homework.
"Cohen, I thought you said, I was the dumb one?" Summer said looking up at him.
"Well look at which one of us is sprawled on the ground pregnant," he said with out looking away from the graphic novel.
"Asshole," Summer said bringing her trig homework back to her face.
Seth lean down and kissed her. He placed his hand on her stomach and she sighed in frustration.
"I have an exam in," she looked at her watch, "in forty minutes. "
"So?" Seth asked kissing her again.
She got up and brushed off her skirt. "I'm going to the library to study."
"Boo, Party pooper!" He yelled after her across the courtyard. He went back to reading and was disturbed moments later by a tap on the shoulder. He held his comic in front of his face.
"I told you after that incident in the janitor's closet, no more sex in school."
"Umm… right…" A girl with brown hair said.
"Sorry I thought you were Summer," Seth said embarrassed.
"I figured as much. I'm Mara Cole, we've met before." She extended her hand.
Seth shook it. "Summer just went to the library."
"Actually I wanted to talk to you." Mara said sitting in front of Seth.
Summer sat in at a table in the library. Her notes were spread in front of her.
"Trying to break a code?" Marissa asked sitting in an empty chair.
"No I'm cramming for my math test," Summer said with out looking up.
"So brainiac have you decided where to hatch your egg?"
"Don't you have a final to study for?" Summer asked irritated.
"Come on you must know by now, it's almost Christmas."
"If I tell you first Seth will never forgive me." Summer said finally looking at Marissa.
"Since when do you care about Seth's feelings?"
"You're right," Summer said after some thought, " I want to move into Cohen's."
"Wow!" Marissa said shocked.
"I know I really don't want to. It will be the easiest way though."
"When are you going to move your stuff?" Marissa asked.
"Over vacation," Summer said looking at her watch, "I really have to study."
"I understand see you later. I might be over to the guys' house." Marissa said standing up and walking out of the library.
"So Seth do you think that she would kill us if we planned a shower?" Mara asked.
"I could see it going both ways, she'll either be furious that we planned this all stealth behind her back or she could be enraged that nobody wanted to celebrate her melodramatic pregnancy if we don't," Seth reasoned.
"Well I was thinking over break," Mara started in with her plans.
Seth took a sharp breath in. " I don't mean to be a bother but I don't want this to ruin Chrismukkah. She has the potential to make my favorite holiday hellish. We also don't want to get a lot of ill-fitting holiday gifts. Not that we're picky."
"Right, so how about the second weekend in January?" Mara asked flipping the pages in her date book.
"Sounds great, how involved am I expected to be in this whole shebang?" He asked as Mara was getting up.
"Don't worry about it we'll just need to touch base with you once or twice nothing major," Mara said turning and walking away.
"Right," Seth said to himself and bowed his head to read his comic book again.
Seth sat in on the hood of Summer's car. She as rounded the bend he opened his arms wide and hugged her as she walked up.
"Well nice to see you too, Cohen," Summer said digging through her Emilio Pucci bag.
"So to the beloved Dr. Winston's office?" Seth asked putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Yeah, get in the car," Summer said impatiently as she pushed the disarm button on her key chain.
Seth slid across the hood and opened the passenger side door.
Summer sat in the waiting room chair uncomfortably shifting, she read Seth's comic and Seth was reading a pregnancy magazine.
"Gross, there is this stuff called afterbirth," Seth told Summer, " So when you finish getting the baby out you aren't really done."
"Sick," Summer said hitting him in the chest with his comic book. " I can't read this crap."
"Cr-crap?" Seth asked utterly hurt.
"Sorry, fine literature, whatever, I can't read right now. " Summer said rubbing her stomach.
"Roberts, Summer." A nurse called.
They walked down the familiar hallway, Summer stopped and got weighed.
"One fifty" the nurse said and recorded it in her chart.
"Jesus," Summer muttered.
"Feel like a blimp?" Seth asked.
"I am going to kick your ass," Summer said following the nurse down the hall.
"You would too if you could lift you leg." Seth teased.
Seth and Summer sat on the examining table making out. There was a knock on the door and they reluctantly broke away.
"Hey how are my favorite irresponsible teens?" Dr. Winston asked.
"I feel fat," Summer whined.
"You look fat too," Seth said safely across the room in a chair.
"You look healthy," the doctor said. Summer rolled up her shirt and ultrasound gel was placed on her belly.
"It's so cold," Summer squirmed.
"Here," Dr. Winston said placing the wand on her stomach. A steady heartbeat was heard and Summer smiled looking at the monitor. "Maybe the baby shifted position and we can sex it."
"Don't!" Seth yelled.
"You don't want to know gender?" Dr. Winston asked.
"Oh… Right that's what sexed means." Seth said bashfully.
Summer nodded and the wand was moved lower. "There, you are having a girl."
"Yes!" Seth yelled, "Yes, yes, yes, ah huh, yes."
"Cohen you spaz." Summer shouted.
"I would never have related to a son born to Summer it would have been all athletic." Seth said.
"Yeah I know exactly where you're drawing that conclusion." Summer said sarcastically pulling her shirt over her enormous stomach.
After some test were run the couple was free to go.
"Cohen," Summer said pulling into his driveway, "I'm going to move."
"Great, Where?" Seth asked panicked.
"In with you," Summer said resigned.
"Wow, " Seth said leaning back in the seat, resting his head on the support.
"Yeah I keep getting that."
"So does this mean that I have to share my bed? Because I like sleeping really spread out"
"I want all my stuff picked up and transported to an extra room in your house." She said looking out the windshield straight ahead.
"You really won't steal my bed?" Seth asked thinking he was being cute.
"You are a fucking asshole. I don't even want to move." Summer cried unlocking the doors in her car again to signal Seth to get out. He took the hint and opened the door.
"Summer it will be fine." He stood in his driveway and leaned over the silver door. Summer backed out from his attempted kiss.
"You don't know that," she said wiping the tears off her face. She shifted into reverse and rolled down the hill.
Seth sat in a wicker chair in the pool house. Ryan and Marissa sat on the bed obviously interrupted from an intense "study session".
"I don't think that she wants this baby," Seth slouched and tapped his feet.
"She is just nervous," Marissa said.
"I am freaking nervous too," Seth whined.
"You are the most selfish person ever," Marissa said throwing her arms in the air. " Seth when you aren't with her she gets the dirtiest looks."
"Who would have seen that coming last year," Seth gloated.
"Seth!" Ryan and Marissa yelled.
"You are the least supportive boyfriend ever." Marissa lectured.
"What? I dote on her hand and foot," Seth said daftly.
"Yeah and for her entire first trimester, when ever she would throw up you would laugh from the other room." Marissa remarked.
"She told you about that?" Seth asked embarrassed, " I happen to find that retching is a funny sound."
"Regardless, Seth, you suck," Ryan said bluntly.
"Shit man I do," Seth said in anguish.
"How did you get the point across in so few words?" Marissa asked perplexed.
"I dabble in Seth's language. It's called moron," Ryan said pinning Marissa on the bed and kissing her.
"Jesus, virgin eyes, virgin eyes," Seth cried shielding his view with the back on his hand.
"Lair," Marissa said rolling out from underneath Ryan.
"I haven't actually watched…" Seth said with an evil grin.
"Gross," Marissa said with a look that Ryan's face matched.
"Right, so where were we?" Seth asked eager to solve his on going crisis.
"You suck," Ryan said picking up his AP calculus book.
"Right, thanks, dude," Seth said with a grimace.
"Seth you need to help her move this weekend." Marissa said slapping her hand over mouth.
"Move?" Seth asked connecting the dots. " She told you!" How long have you known?"
"Just this afternoon," Marissa assured him.
"So help her move?"
"Yeah get her settled and treat her to a night on the town, buy her chocolate and get her a manicure or something,"
"I think I can handle that, if you think of anything else let me know," Seth said walking out of the pool house.
"Thank god he is gone," Marissa said pushing Ryan back onto the bed.
Seth's arms had been transformed into clothes racks. On each Summer had hung six dry cleaning bags containing her dresses.
"Shit," Seth said as a bag slid off the stack on his left. He threw his arm and successfully caught the dress before it hit the ground.
"Cohen," Summer shouted from the top of stairs. "You can't man handle that dress."
"Man handle?" Seth laughed dropping the dresses on to Summer's canopy bed that the movers had assembled.
"This is an Alberta Ferretti beaded satin dress," Summer said inspecting it.
"Oh my god, not a Fur-what-y" Seth said sitting on a black leather seat that was on its way out when the movers got back from lunch.
"You ass, this is a $1500 item." Summer said satisfied with its condition. She hung the dresses in the rapidly filling closet.
"Good lord, how many pairs of shoes do you have?" Seth asked peaking into the 8 by 10 walk in.
"Sixty-seven," Summer said placing her clothes back on hangers.
"How many cousins do you have?"
"I don't know like three,"
"I love your priorities." Seth said picking up a shoe and smelling it.
"So is that a turn on sicko?" Summer asked disgusted.
"Totally," Seth replied standing up and kissing her.
They came out of the closet with their clothing rumpled and made their way down the stairs and over to Summer's old room to collect the last of the crap, that she insisted on bringing.
" I don't understand why you aren't leaving some stuff here, you know like for storage." Seth complained carrying a pink milk crate full of mid-ninety's movie posters.
" Because I am not planning on coming back to this empty house for stuff,"
"Is that healthy? Whoa Titanic. Summer you are not bringing this into my house, it is like satanic voodoo."
"Shut up, and get in the car," Summer said taking the poster out of his hand and hitting him.
"Please just burn it!" He begged.
"Fine just this one," Summer smiled, ripping it in half as Seth cheered.
"Shit," Seth said looking through the box again. " I should have saved that for The Blair Witch Project, how could you like that crap."
"Hey I am keeping it." Summer said buckling her seat belt.
A few hours later they were watching the Valley on Summer's bed with take out boxes of Chinese being traded back and forth. Seth placed his carton on the side table and crawled to the end of the bed.
"What are you doing?" Summer asked watching the show she knew by heart intently.
"Oh nothing," Seth said slyly. He grabbed her feet and tried to rub them. Summer reacted reflexively and kicked him squarely in the head.
"Were you massaging my feet?" Summer asked touched.
"I was trying to," Seth whimpered rubbing his head.
"I'm ready now," Summer demanded shaking her toes. Seth tentatively took her feet in his hands again. He began to rub gently eliciting pleasant moans from Summer.
"Fuck the feet," Seth said abandoning her toes for her back.
"Yeah, Seth you know I could get used to this." Summer said absolutely drooling.
"Don't!" Seth said firmly, "I am only doing this cuz you sex me up."
" I can't believe you just said 'sex me up'" Summer scoffed trying to tense her shoulders to show anger.
" Come on admit it, this is a turn on," Seth whispered huskily in her ear.
"Well, you're just going to have to wait to fulfill yourself until Chrismukka.: Summer said evilly, leading Seth out of the door and locking it behind him.
"I can't believe you did that," Seth shouted through the door.
"Get used to it, Wacko Jacko," Summer called back turning up her TV's volume.