Kendall Hart-Slater sat in her spacious condominium, a glass of lemonade in one hand and the May issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. She tossed the magazine aside and stood up. She sighed heavily and walked to her kitchen counter. She drank the remains of her lemonade and poured the partially melted ice cubes into her sink. She set down the glass and leaned over the sink, her nearly 9 month pregnant stomach pressed gently against the wooden counter. Suddenly, the baby kicked as the door knocked.
"Come in," Kendall shouted.
The door opened and JR Chandler strolled through. Kendall turned around and let out an exasperated laugh at the sight of JR's smug expression.
"What, JR?" She laughed, slightly irritated.
"I never would have thought that I would see you balloon to this size, Kendall. The tall and slim 'fashionista'… oh come on, Kendall! You have to admit that it is funny." JR snickered. Kendall rolled her eyes and walked back over to her couch. She slowly sat down, clutching her protruding belly as JR flopped down beside her and parked his feet on her coffee table.
"Hey, watch it… that's an expensive Italian coffee table! Get your huge feet off of it, JR." She said, playfully hitting him at his side.
A small and sly smile curved across JR's face as he said, "Well, well, well… you didn't complain about my shoe size those couple of times that we spent the night together."
"Ok, knock it off with the come-ons… You're married, remember? Sadly to the biggest tra—" Kendall started but JR shot her a dirty look and she stopped.
"Say what you want to about Babe… I love her and that's all that matters. But look at you, sitting here alone, looking across the courtyard thinking about him." JR said.
Kendall looked out the window and across the courtyard and focused on Zach's window. She didn't know if JR really knew her that well or if she was being depressingly obvious about her feelings towards her ex-husband/fiancé. She knew that he wasn't home. He was probably at the casino, working, on a Sunday afternoon. So if he wasn't home, why did she insist on checking at the window every time she came into the living room? Thinking about this, Kendall scoffed and rolled her eyes and JR continued to rant about how Zach wasn't worthy of Kendall's love.
"Honestly, Kendall… you could do so much better than Zach Slater." JR finally said. He put his arm around his friend and Kendall rested her head against his shoulder. Only Kendall could tolerate JR's unusual "charm" and only Kendall could find comfort in a man that had always secretly wanted her.
Kendall smiled, turned to JR and said, "I could say the same thing about you and Babe."
"Me and Babe are totally different than you and Zach." JR retorted, with a hint of anger in his voice.
"You're right… Babe made you think that your son was dead and then stole him away from you. Zach essentially stole away the baby that was meant for Ryan and Greenlee and killed whatever Greenlee and I had as sisters and best friends. Are we that clueless, JR? We still want the ones who have caused us so much pain. What's wrong with us?" Kendall asked. JR went to the refrigerator and poured two more glasses of lemonade and handed one to Kendall.
"We're just screwed up, Kendall." JR said. Kendall stared at her glass of lemonade and raised her glass.
"To being screwed up in love," she said. JR clinked his glass with hers and they downed their lemonade.