Cal, Bree, and Robbie climbed into Cal's explorer, Cal as the driver, Bree in the passenger seat, and Robbie in the back, leaning forward to feel included.

"She doesn't jump on you as much," Bree narrowed her eyes at Cal.

Robbie nodded, "I noticed that, too."

Cal smiled, "If it makes you feel better, it's the baby that takes preference to me, not Morgan."

Bree nodded hesitantly, "I suppose that's natural, you being the father. But why doesn't it hold the same preference for Ciaran and Killan?"

"I think it does," Cal contradicted. "See, I have never stood as an obstacle for something it wants. And the fact that the baby didn't eliminate Killan for being such an impediment indicates that he does favor him."

"You mean threatening him was a favor?" Bree looked dumbstruck as they pulled into the grocery parking lot.

Cal nodded, as he got out of the car, "If it had been you or Robbie, the baby may not have been so compassionate."

Bree scowled, opening her own door, "That's really comforting. Thanks, Cal."

Robbie sighed, waiting for them to let him out, "I think Hunter is going to be in trouble, then."

"Why would you say that?" Bree asked, puzzled while she opened his door.

It was Cal who responded, unable to keep a slight smirk from his face, "Isn't it natural for a baby to want it's father and mother to be together?"

Bree panicked for a second, "But Hunter is it's uncle."

"But he's also an obstacle at this point," Robbie paused, "And this baby doesn't happen to appreciate obstacles."

"Oh, goddess," Bree moaned as she walked up the sidewalk. "Poor Hunter. This whole thing with his father and now he can't even have Morgan."

"Why would you say that?" Robbie asked, reaching the door first and holing it open for his companions.

"We can't fight the baby," Bree reasoned as she walked past him. "And we can't control it."

"We have to do something." Robbie snorted as he followed Cal in, "I never thought I would be so afraid of a baby. Especially one that isn't even born yet."

"Do we even know if it can control Morgan's powers?" Cal asked, taking the lead down the first isle, pushing a cart in front of him.

"Would you like to be the one to figure that out?" Bree asked, challengingly as she grabbed her own cart.

Cal didn't reply as he threw a loaf of white and wheat bread, hot dog buns, and hamburger buns into the cart.

"Didn't think so," Bree said smugly. Seeing him throw the items into the bottom of his cart, she sighed and stopped him from going any further, "Don't you know anything? You put the softer items in last or in the top carrier. Otherwise you'll smash them."

"Sorry, I don't really do this that often," Cal shrugged, looking embarrassed.

As Bree decisively took the lead, selecting items as she saw fit, Robbie dropped back to mumble to Cal, "Don't feel bad. I didn't know that either."

They shared a conspiratorial grin before Bree turned back, noticing she had lost her followers, "Do I have to get a few of those leashes?"

"Leashes?" Cal asked.

Robbie nodded, looking slightly fearful, "It's like a dog leash, but for children. That way they don't wander or get abducted."

Cal shivered, "Sounds awful. We'll keep up."