The morning of her father's funeral had arrived, and Allie was a mess. She had spent the entire night cooking, cleaning, taking care of things, and trying to fit in conversation at the same time. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed her siblings. She missed them a lot. They had talked about everything that night; names for the baby, Roger's disease, James' love life, Fin's love life…the list went on. Now, she was regretting not getting more sleep, and not going maternity shopping.

"My dress doesn't fit! I knew it wouldn't fit!" She cried, as she stared at the black dress stretched over her large stomach. Roger came to her, fiddling with his tie.

"It looks fine, Al!" Allie made a disgusted face. "Really, it does! Now help me with this thing…" Allie sighed and turned around to fix his tie.

"God, what'd you do?" She remarked, untying and retying it.

"You know, I can't believe I'm wearing a suit." Allie gave a small laugh.

"I can't believe I didn't have to force you to wear one." She finished with his tie and kissed him softly. "Thanks."

"For wearing a suit?"

"For being here."

"Sure." Allie turned around again to stare at her very pregnant reflection.

"Are you sure I look ok?" Roger nodded.

"You look gorgeous." She sighed again.

"2 months, I'm gonna have this baby." He kissed her on the cheek.

"Speaking of, we should go find Mark." Allie nodded and grabbed her purse and sweater.

"We should probably check Mal's room." She stated. Roger laughed and shrugged.

"Okay, let's go." He pulled her towards her younger sister's room.

"Roger, I was kidding…" She trailed off at the doorway of Mallory's room, where Mark and Mallory were wrapped in sheets, lying in each other's arms. Mallory was still asleep, but Mark saw them.

"Oh, shit!" Allie and Roger were laughing uncontrollably. "Doesn't anyone knock anymore?" Mark asked, quickly putting his clothes on.

"Doesn't anyone close their door anymore?" Allie replied, tearing up from laughter, which woke Mallory.

"Hmm…Mark…" She stirred, then sat up to see her sister and Roger. "Allie…um, hi." She pulled the blanket up over herself. "Um, this is really awkward."

"Yeah…" Roger replied. "We'll just go…" Roger pulled Allie away, and began cracking up again. "Oh…"

"My god!" Allie finished, leaning against the wall, holding herself up. "That is too much!" Roger helped her up and down the stairs, where James and Fin were waiting with two women. "Hey guys…who are they?"

"Our dates." Fin replied nonchalantly. Allie couldn't help but laugh again.

"I don't think it's required to have a date to a funeral, Fin." Fin shrugged.

"You get one, why can't we?" Allie looked up at Roger, who was standing with his arm around her.

"Well, Roger's a bit more than just a date, Fin." Roger smiled and kissed the top of her head. Fin rolled his eyes.

"Oh, right, I forgot, you're in loooove." He sang, as Mallory and Mark jogged down the stairs.

"I think its great!" Mallory added, defending her sister. Allie of course, used this as an excuse to make fun of her and Mark.

"Well, of course you do, sweetie, now that you and Mark are all lovey-dovey." Roger started laughing, while James and Fin looked at Mallory and Mark strangely.

"What does she mean, Mal?" James asked, putting on his best older-brother-protective voice. Mallory was embarrassed into silence, so Roger spoke for her.

"Oh, she slept with Mark last night." He replied, sending Fin and Allie into fits of hysteric laughter, and sending James into an uproar.

"Mark, is it necessary to sleep with both my sisters? I am hoping you don't plan on getting nineteen-year-old Mallory pregnant as well!"

"Oh, give it up James! I'm having Mark's baby, stop fucking making it world news!"

"Thank you." Mark said quietly, as Mallory kissed him happily on the lips. Mrs. Sutherland strode down the stairs, dressed in a black pantsuit.

"Ah, I see you've moved on to the next Sutherland daughter, Mr. Cohen." Mallory glared at her mother.

"Shut up, Mama." Nearly everyone was taken aback by this.

"Excuse me?" That was her mother.

"Did you just tell Ma to shut up?" Noah, who had just appeared from the kitchen.

"Are you confusing yourself with Allie?" And Fin.

"Actually, Fin is right, did we switch bodies or something?" Allie asked, but Mallory shook her head.

"No, I mean it. Leave Mark alone. He's a great guy," She glanced at Roger, "And don't even try to seduce him, Mama. Allie told me all about the Roger thing, it isn't gonna happen." Allie, surprised at her sister, steered her into the other room.

"Mal, let's chat, Kay?" Mallory nodded, not that she had much of a choice. "Mallory, I know that Mama and I have…a terrible relationship, but you don't want something like that with her." Mallory shrugged.

"Why not? You seem fine." Allie shook her head.

"No…no. I…as horrible as Mama is, you don't want to be on bad terms with her." Mallory sighed.

"I just told her to shut up, it's not going to make her hate me." Allie laughed.

"Really? Do you remember why she hates me?"

"The stairs thing?" She nodded.

"From 19 years ago."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So what's New York like?" Allie sat down.

"New York? It's…great! I love it. Why?" Mallory spun around with a dazed look on her face.

"I think I want to move there." Her expression changed from confusion to disapproval.

"What? Why? No!"

"Why not? I can go to Yale, be close to you, to Mark…" Allie stood up again.

"Is that what this is about? Mal, you just met him! You had sex once…" Mallory crossed her arms.

"And how long have you known Roger? How often have you had sex?" Allie was silent. "Yeah, Mark told me, so honestly, I don't see how it's any different."

"What's different, Mallory, is that you are still nineteen. Mark is…twenty…something! You are still a child!" Mallory narrowed her eyes.

"A child? Is that what I am always going to be to you? Every time I want something, or want to do something, or hang out with you, you always say I'm just a child! I'm so tired of it!" Allie shrugged.

"Well, I'm sorry. Mark's a great guy, but I don't want you to move up north just because of him!" There was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" It opened to reveal Roger.

"Hey, um, the limo's here." Allie nodded and went to the door.

"Think about what I said, Mal." Mallory shook her head.

"Your so…motherly, Al." Allie looked out to see her mother's pinched face waiting for them. Allie shrugged.

"Someone has to be."

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The pastor stood next to the mahogany coffin as he gave a long speech about saying goodbye to loved ones. As he went on, Allie grew increasingly upset, until she broke out in huge sobs. Roger held her close and cradled her.

"Ssh," he comforted, softly rubbing her shoulder, "It's ok." Allie took a deep breath and nestled into his chest. Mallory, she noticed, was doing the same to Mark. She began to roll her eyes when she realized she was sitting is a large puddle of water.

"Oh…my…god!" She cried, as she realized her water had broken. Thousands of heads turned to see her wrenching in pain. "No, it's too early!" Mark and Mallory had turned around to see what was going on, and Roger stared at her, trying to figure out what was wrong, until Mallory shrieked.

"But…aren't you only 7 months?" Allie nodded with a pained expression on her face. Mallory's comment caused Mark and Roger to finally grasp the situation.

"Already?" Mark asked, as Roger helped her out the aisle.

"Obviously…excuse me…" Roger said, grasping her hand.

"It's too soon!" Allie cried again, squeezing Roger's hand.

"AH...god…um, we need a car or something!" Mark rushed to her other side as Mallory followed them out the church, interrupting the service.

"I got the keys to Fin's car." Mallory replied, handing the cars to Mark, who had offered to drive. Roger and Allie climbed in the back, and Allie lay on Roger's lap. Mallory had just gotten in the car when Mark sped off to the hospital.

"I just realized, I don't know where the hospital is!" Mark cried, honking at every car that passed him.

"Turn left at the next light and follow the road, you can't miss it." Mark nodded, as Allie screamed in pain from her latest contraction.

"Hurry!" Roger cried, shaking out his nearly numb hand. Mark shoved the gas pedal as the tires squealed on the concrete. He pulled into the emergency lane, and hopped out to help Roger and Allie out of the car. Mallory slid over to the driver's seat and drove off towards the parking lot, as Mark and Roger carried her through the door.

"It's too early!" Allie repeatedly cried as they reached the counter.

"May I help you?" The nurse asked with a polite smile.

"Yes, she's having a baby…" The nurse nodded and slowly clipped a large amount of papers to a clipboard.

"I'll just need you to fill these out." She handed Mark the papers.

"NO!" Allie shouted, her face red and scrunched. "Let me in now, or god forbid I will fucking kill you!" Roger nodded.

"She's right!" He remarked, taking the clipboard from Mark and handing it back to her. "I suggest you admit her, because…I think she actually owns a gun." The nurse's plastered smile disappeared, as Allie screamed again.

"I don't care, I'll buy one and kill you if you don't let me in!" The nurse nodded and grabbed a wheelchair. Roger and Mark set her down and began to follow her.

"Um, only immediate family is allowed in…" The nurse said with fear in her voice.

"I'm the father!" Mark cried.

"I'm the boyfriend!" Roger stated.

"Um, you both want to go in?" They nodded. "Well…"

"They are both coming in!" Allie roared, glaring at the nurse. The nurse nodded.

"Right. Well, this way."

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"And, one more push Allie!" The doctor remarked, standing at the foot of the bed. "I see the head!" Allie groaned and gripped Mark and Roger's hands as she pushed one last time. "Great! We have a baby boy!" Allie sighed with relief and fell back onto her pillow.

"We haven't even talked about names." She said to Mark, out of breath. He chuckled.

"Well, what do you want to name him?"

"There's always Roger junior!" Roger suggested, trying to bring life back to his left hand. Allie laughed.

"Um, I don't think so." Roger sighed.

"Aw, man!" The doctor came back without the baby.

"Where's my baby?" Allie asked, looked around for a nurse or someone holding him.

"Well, your baby was born premature, so we need to keep him in intensive care while we run tests. Dr. Johnson, by the way." He outstretched his hand, but Allie refused.

"So I don't get to see him?" Dr. Johnson shook his head.

"I'm afraid not; not for a while." Tears spilled from her eyes as she erupted into sobs for the second time today.

"Make him leave." She ordered Roger, who smiled apologetically at the doctor. Dr. Johnson nodded in understanding and left the room. "He's a kidnapper! He wants my kid! Oh my god…what if he eats babies?" Mark and Roger laughed.

"I promise you, he's not going to eat him. Now, shouldn't we pick a name?" Allie wiped her face and thought for a moment.

"Daniel."

"Daniel?" Allie sighed.

"It was my dad's name. I thought it was appropriate." Mark nodded.

"I like it, no, I love it. Daniel…Daniel Cohen?" Mark asked, to make sure Allie agreed to use his last name. She nodded.

"Daniel Cohen." He smiled.

"But middle name?"

"Roger?" Roger suggested again, which caused Mark and Allie to throw a pillow at him.

"How about Matthew?" asked Mark, fluffing her pillows.

"Daniel Matthew Cohen." She said, listening to the name. "I love it!" She hugged Mark and kissed him on the cheek. "Now, go find out about getting Daniel in here!" Mark obeyed and walked out of the room, leaving Allie and Roger alone. Roger went to her side and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand.

"Are you happy?" Allie nodded and smiled.

"Very." He leaned over to kiss her as Mallory burst into the room.

"They wouldn't let me in the room until the baby was born! Stupid doctors. Where is he?" Allie sat up a little.

"Mark or Daniel?" Allie asked, as Roger helped her steady herself.

"Daniel? Do you mean Dad? Oh my god, Al, are you going crazy?" Mallory came over and felt her head.

"No, Daniel is my baby. Daniel Matthew." Mallory gasped and hugged Allie.

"Oh my god, great name! I love it! That is so great! I'm an aunt!" She hugged her again and looked around. "So where is Daniel? And his father?"

"They put him in intensive care because he was premature, and Mark's going to find out when we can get Daniel back." Mallory nodded.

"Ok. Did you get to hold him yet?" Allie shook her head and looked over at Roger.

"No." She looked down and began fiddling with her hands. Roger wrapped his arms around her reassuringly.

"Oh. When is Mark coming back?"

"I don't know Mal, but if you want to sleep with him again, don't do it in my presence."

"You think the only reason I want to see Mark is to sleep with him? That hurts, Al." Allie laughed.

"No, you know what hurts? Being in labor for 18 hours. That hurts like a mother, let me tell you. So be careful with Marky, cause, from past experience, he isn't." Roger laughed uncomfortably.

"We had protection." Mallory stated. Allie shrugged.

"So did we." Roger scratched his head.

"Uh, can we not talk about you having sex with Mark anymore?"

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A/N: Ok, long chapter. It took me all effing day just to get it out…well, not that I've been very focused on it, but I like this chapter. I hope you do too! R&R and you will be showered with my affection!