A/N: This story is starting to wrap up. I think I have 3 or 4 more chapters left to add. Just thought I would let you guys know that. Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter, and thanks tons for reading so far into the story :) Review please.

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"This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be?"
Switchfoot (This Is Your Life)
Summer moaned in agony as the sunlight invaded her eyes and added to the migraine her body was currently hosting. She pulled the blanket over her head and tried to shield it, pressing her face into the cushions.

She yelped when a plastic bottle hit her head. Tearing the covers away from her face, she glared at Seth.

"If you only knew how bad that just hurt me…" she threatened, squinting as her eyes adjusted.

"Yeah right; you're too hung over right now to even stand up. What would you do to me?" Seth asked, handing her a glass of water.

Summer pretended to laugh. "Just you wait," she said. "Pay back is a bitch."

Seth smirked. "Somehow, I think I'll survive."

Summer threw her head back against the cushions, the sudden movement adding to the pounding. "I'm dying," she whined, groaning.

Seth laughed. "That's what you get for drinking so much."

Summer glared again. "Shut up! It's not like you've never been drunk before."

"Um, not nearly as bad as you. In fact, I never get as drunk as you. Once you start drinking, you're in it until you pass out…or start spilling secrets."

Summer's mouth fell open. "Oh God; what all did I say last night?"

Seth smiled. "Wouldn't you love to know?"

Summer hit his arm. "Come on, tell me! I said it—I have the right to know!"

Seth rolled his eyes. "Whatever…you really didn't say anything important," he said, walking into the kitchen.

Summer slowly stood up, walking into the kitchen as fast as she could. The smell of cream cheese hit her nose and her stomach did flips. Summer's hand clapped to her mouth in an attempt to stop the throw up, but instead, she just got a hand coated with puke.

And the smell and thought of it on her hand made her puke more, now not even attempting to cover her mouth but letting it spill onto the kitchen floor.

A tear slipped out of her eye. Her throat was burning and her hair had throw up in it, and she wanted nothing more than to soak in a hot bath.

Seth cringed at the site and smell of Summer's stomach contents on the floor. "God, Summer. Can you not make it to the bathroom?"

When he saw how miserable she looked, he smiled a little. She looked so pathetic. "I'll tell you what," he started. "Go take a very long, very hot bath with lots and lots of soap, and I'll clean this up."

Summer looked up at him and smiled weakly. "Thank you," she said. She walked back through the living room and stopped when she reached the foot of the stairs.

"Seth," she called. When she saw his head pop out of the kitchen doorway, she darted her eyes to the stairs, then back at him. His mouth fell open.

"Sum, you smell like throw up. Do I really have to…?" He stopped talking when she got all teary eyed.

Sighing at how whipped he was, Seth trudged to Summer. She giggled a little when he scooped her up. Leaning her head on his chest, she breathed in his Cohen-y smell.

Summer kissed him on the cheek when they finally reached the top. "Thanks Cohen."

Summer closed the bathroom door and Seth could hear the water start running. He sighed. She didn't remember telling him that she loved him. Hell, she probably couldn't even remember her own name.

Seth walked down the hall and cracked Caden's door open slightly. His brown curly hair was splayed all over his pillow and his hand was thrown over his face, probably shutting out the sunlight.

Summer always did that.

Seth shut the door back quietly, retreating down the stairs to clean up Summer's mess.

Summer swallowed two more Aspirins and washed them down with water. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had applied a little makeup and scrunched her hair, knowing the noise from her hairdryer would further fuel were headache.

The bath had definitely helped, as did the medication she'd taken before getting in the bath.

She walked down the hall to her bedroom and put on a pair of jeans and a UCLA shirt, then a pair of flip flops. God, she so did not feel like running errands.

Walking down the stairs, Summer saw Seth sitting on the couch. She sat beside him, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Next time I have the urge to drink, kill me before hand," she said.

Seth laughed. He tore off a piece of his bagel and offered it to Summer, but she turned her head away. "Oh God, please watch what you put in front of my nose. The smell is making me nauseous."

Seth backed away a little. "Please do not throw up again. You owe me big for cleaning up that stuff in the kitchen."

Summer tilted her head. "My bad—I thought you did that out of the goodness of your heart."

Seth rolled his eyes. "Yeah right; I did it with the knowledge of knowing that if I didn't, it would stay there forever."

Summer made a face at the thought. "Anyways, is Caden up yet?"

Seth wrinkled his forehead. "Yes, Summer. I left my three year old son alone in the kitchen to eat."

Summer sighed. "I'll be right back then. Your mom wants to spend the day with him so I'll just drop him off before I run my errands."

Seth nodded his approval and turned his attention back to the T.V.

Summer kissed his cheek. "Thanks again."

Summer opened the back door to her car, unbuckling Caden from his booster seat. "Oh goodness," she said, holding him as she shut the door with her butt. "You're getting to heavy for mommy to hold you."

Summer walked up the front steps and into the house, pushing the door closed with her foot. "Kirsten, Sandy?" she asked, looking around the house.

Kirsten smiled as she walked gracefully out of the kitchen. "There's my big boy," she exclaimed, causing Caden to wiggle out of Summer's arms.

She knelt down to his level. "Give me kiss," she said, and he kissed her nose. "Love you. Be good with grandma!"

Kirsten smiled. "He always is. Are you all excited? Tomorrow is the big day!" Kirsten said, referring to the wedding.

Summer smiled. "Honestly, I'll be glad when it's all over with. I finally just let Gretchen take care of everything. Planning a wedding is hard."

Summer had hired a wedding planner to plan everything. She told Gretchen to do whatever she wanted.

So how the church looked and how the reception went was all riding on Gretchen. The only thing Summer had a say in was that she wanted salmon instead of chicken at the reception. Salmon was classier.

Well, she was completely in charge of the guest list to; so actually, she was in charge of two things. What she had wanted to be a small wedding, 100 people or less had quickly turned into 500.

Remembering the invitations, Summer hugged Kirsten goodbye and went back out to her car, driving away to Gretchen's office.

Apparently, there had been some mix up with some of the invitations. Some were sent back for the wrong addresses, and they all just so happened to be family, so Summer's stress level was sky high.

Summer bit her lip. Maybe stress was the reason for her later-than-late period. It couldn't be for any other reason. She was never irregular. And, the pregnancy test she had taken weeks earlier was negative, so unless it was a false negative…

Summer's breath stopped. That could be the reason. Suddenly she found herself praying that she was just overreacting. She had been drinking, taking medications, and had been relying on caffeine to keep her awake through the last few days. All of those were absolute no-no's in a pregnancy. If she was pregnant, she could have hurt the baby.

Her hands trembled on the steering wheel. "What if I am pregnant?" she asked herself aloud. She brought her hand to her right breast and pushed down a little. It was a little sore. They weren't nearly as sore as her breasts were when she was pregnant with Caden. She had been nauseous the past few weeks, too.

"God, will you please just give me a sign?" she asked, looking up through her windshield.

The traffic light turned red and Summer eased to a stop. She looked out of her window, and there was a drug store. Summer blinked. It seemed to be beckoning her in.

She turned on her blinker and sped over to the store.

Summer smiled at the woman behind the counter. Walking down the aisle, Summer picked up a test and walked numbly to the front, paying for it.

She walked back outside and slid the brown bag in her purse. She didn't want to take it. Ever.

Assuming the worst, Summer cranked up her music and sang the whole way to Gretchen's office, as loud as she possibly could, hoping that somehow all of her worry and anxiety would come out through her lungs.

Summer sighed. She had wanted to ask him for the past week if he would walk her down the aisle, but she couldn't bring herself to. She was basically asking him to give her up. Deciding that if he looked at her like she was crazy, and realizing that her wedding was the following day and she was currently walking herself down the aisle, she asked him, planning to pass it off as the alcohol in her system if he said no.

Her head was in his lap, him mindlessly playing with her hair as he watched TV. "Seth?"

He looked down at her. "Yeah?" he asked.

Summer bit her lip. She didn't want to hurt him, but it would mean so much to her. "Will you…do you think you could…Cohen, will you walk me down the aisle…at my wedding?"

He didn't say anything for awhile. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Sure."