A/N: Sorry this wasn't up as quick as I had hoped. The heat was on in Minneapolis yesterday and I spent the night at my parents house to escape it. But here it is now!

Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with THAT 70S SHOW.

"What do you mean my parents are there?" Jackie asked into the phone that evening as Hyde got dressed for dinner.

"I mean your parents decided that this would be a good weekend to crash with us," Barry stated. Jackie sighed, but laughed a little bit. "You're lucky they have separate bedrooms, cuz this way no one was displaced."

"Except them, now they have to share a bed," Jackie said. "Shock and awe on their part, I bet."

"So besides almost becoming dinner to Jaws, what did you do today?" Barry asked.

"I went shopping and got a new sundress!" she exclaimed, holding it up to admire yet again.

"Maternity?"

"Unfortunately, yes," she said. "So I'm going to wear it as much as possible. It's really cute!"

"I bet," Barry said. "When do you head off to dinner?"

"As soon as Steven is ready," she said, looking back at the bathroom door. "Speaking of dinner, you mentioned that you went to dinner with my parents?"

"They insisted on treating us all," Barry said.

"I'm sorry they crashed your weekend, honey."

"Could have been worse. At least I didn't run into my college roommate."

"Oh God, don't remind me," Jackie said. "Everyone thinks I'm a skank, Barry."

"You aren't a skank, you're married now," he said. "You stopped being a skank three days ago."

"Aww, how sweet," she said, sardonically. "I should get going though. Tell everyone hi for me."

"I will. Love you, loves."

"Love you, Barry." She hung up, and Hyde walked out of the bathroom.

"He's not gay at all, is he?" Hyde said, smiling. She nodded, sly smile on her face.

"Nope, he's always been my secret lover, his supposed orientation our cover," she said. "Ready?"

"Yep."

But before they could leave the hotel room, the phone rang again. She answered it.

"Hello?"

"Jackie! It's Mom!"

"Oh, hi Mom," she said, and Hyde groaned. "Steven and I are on our way out of the hotel on the way to dinner, so-."

"I was so upset that Barry didn't hand me the phone," Pamela said. "How is my baby doing? You aren't too tired are you?"

"No Mom, I'm fine," she said.

"Don't overexert yourself."

"I won't, Mom."

"And remember to stay away from alcohol."

"That's common sense!"

"Did you take your vitamins?"

"Mom, I can take care of myself, okay?" she exclaimed. "Stop treating me like a child, I'm thirty years old for God's sake!"

"Well, that didn't stop you from getting pregnant in the first place," Pamela said, coldly.

"Why did you bring that up?" she demanded. "We moved the wedding up for you and Daddy, shouldn't that make this topic irrelevant?"

"Honey, I'm not saying that you are irresponsible, but it's quite clear that even you need reminders once in awhile," Pamela said.

"I know how to handle myself!" she snapped.

"So you probably said to yourself back in December," Pamela snapped back. Jackie shrieked in rage into the phone, and hung up on her Mom. She grabbed a pillow, and held it to her face as she yelled into it. Hyde sighed, and figured they wouldn't be going to dinner any time soon. She kicked her feet in her tantrum, and hit the pillow over and over again.

"A baby should not reflect badly on me!" she exclaimed, angry tears falling down her face. Hyde silently cursed his mother in law, and shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall. Even at the age of thirty one he still didn't know how to comfort her when she was this upset. "For Christ's sake, when I agreed to move our wedding up I thought this judgment would stop!" Hyde nodded, and sat next to her.

"Yeah, I kind of did too," he said. "You wanna stay in?" She shook her head.

"No, I want to go out," she said, wiping tears from her face.

"We can't go out until you calm down," he said. She sighed, and knew that it was going to take awhile. "I'm so bad at knowing what to say, Jacks."

"I'm used to it," she muttered. "I wish I didn't cry. You never cry." He chuckled, and crossed his arms.

"I did when you left for New York," he said. She looked at him, shocked at his admission.

"No you didn't," she said.

"Don't hold it over my head or anything," he said. "I did. You left that note and the Led Zeppelin tee shirt. Broke my heart." She wiped more tears from her eyes.

"Well, that was a role reversal," she stated, and he laughed a little bit. "I wasn't even there to see it."

"Don't expect to see it ever," he said. She laughed slightly, and wiped her eyes some more.

"What do you think of this baby?" she asked. "I know that three months ago babies were the last thing on your mind. Hell, I was the last thing on your mind."

"First off, yeah, I was shocked and slightly terrified," he said. "My parents, all three of them, were barely in my life, and I sometimes worry about being a Dad. But… I'm happy about it. And secondly, you were not the last thing on my mind three months ago. Not even three years ago." He ran a hand through her hair.

"I always thought about you after you left. And when you came back, I knew I wasn't going to let you get away for a second time." The tears began again, and she cried into his chest.

"Okay, calm yerself," he said gruffly. "Jeeze, you and your hormones."

"That is one of the nicest things you've ever said to me!" she wailed, throwing her arms around him. He groaned, and hugged her too. "You are so good to me, Steven Hyde! I love you so much!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, I love you too, you know that," he said, slowly unwrapping her arms from around his neck. "Aw Jackie, you got mascara all over my shirt!" She chuckled, and then moaned.

"I must look awful," she said. He smirked.

"Nah, you look fine," he said. She looked in the mirror, and gasped.

"I look like the Hamburglar!" she shrieked, and began to get up for the bathroom. He grabbed her arm gently. "Steven, I have to fix my make up so we can still go to dinner."

"Don't let any of those people get to you," he said. "Married or not, you are going to be a good Mom." She smiled, and kissed the top of his head.

"You'll be a good Dad too," she said. "You finally know how to calm a hysterical female down. If it's a girl you're set for her teenage years." She scurried for the bathroom, and he leaned back onto the bed. God, if it's a girl, when she's a teenager I'll have two high maintenance hysterics in the house, he thought.

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"Barry, how do you stand all this pink?" Donna asked as she sat on the floor of Jackie's room. Barry was on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He shrugged.

"I don't know," he said. "She isn't as obsessed with pink anymore. But this room proves she used to be." Donna chuckled a little bit, and then sighed.

"No one was home when I called Kitty and Red's," she said. "I miss my son."

"I bet," he said. She nodded a little, and got up on the bed next to him. "Augh, pregnancy so close to me. I'm scared of pregnant women."

"You are not."

"I am! I'm always afraid if I'm in an elevator with one she'll go into labor and it will get stuck," he said.

"That's so clichéd," Donna said, nudging him.

"It's also what one would call an irrational fear," he said, and she laughed. "Where's Eric?"

"Jack is teaching him how to play Gin," Donna said. "It's kind of strange."

"Now's my chance to make the moves on Donna," Barry said, and yawned and stretched his arm around her shoulder. She laughed, and shoved him lightly. "So are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm having a fine time," she said.

"Well I am too," Barry said. "Better than I thought I would. And I got some male bonding time with Eric while we gathered firewood with Jack for the fireplace tonight."

"I should have gone with you," she said. "I had to listen to Pamela talk about their country club in Aurora. How the hell did they get all that money back, Jack is a felon."

"Yeah, but white collar felons are usually considered shrewd and therefore are hired again," Barry said. "Besides, they're old money."

"This is true," Donna said. "I can't believe that Pamela called her own daughter a slut."

"She implied it, it's what mothers do best," Barry said.

"Well if this baby is a girl I'll never call her a slut," Donna said, patting her stomach. "I don't want to drive her away. I don't want to have the relationship Jackie has with her Mom. Hell, the relationship I have with my Mom too."

"You're a good Mom," Barry said. "Tommy adores you."

"Ha, you couldn't tell from the way he won't talk to me," Donna said, softly.

"It's a pity party!" Barry exclaimed, clapping his hands. She socked him on the shoulder. "Ow! Come on, I'm always invited to Jackie's, it's nice to hear one that's somewhat legitimate besides 'Barry, my Mom is a bitch!' 'Barry, Steven won't listen to me!' 'Barry, we were almost eaten by a shark!'"

"I wish that they stayed little forever," Donna said. "He's already declaring autonomy and he can't even read!"

"Well, this one will replace him," Barry said.

"This one shouldn't replace him, this one just shouldn't be so damn independent," Donna stated. "And Eric keeps saying it's normal, but I can't accept it."

"Donna, if it's bothering you this much, why don't we go back early?" Barry said. "That way we can escape the WASPs and you can see Tommy again."

"But I wanted this to be my last hurrah!" Donna exclaimed.

"And yet you can't stop thinking about your son," Barry stated. "This isn't a last hurrah, this is a last gasp!"

"God you're a bitch!"

"I'm just telling you the truth," Barry said, and she knew he was right. "Look, you're passed that time in your life when you can go winter cabin camping without a care in the world, because you have a kid who you are always going to be thinking about." Donna nodded, and put her hands to her face.

"I won't be free again until after all the kids go to college," she said. "Okay. I won't talk about Tommy again until after we go back to Point Place."

"Go call him," Barry said.

"Oh thank you!" Donna exclaimed. She ran out of the guest bedroom, and Barry followed her. She sat grabbed the phone, and dialed frantically. Pamela looked up from her drink, and watched curiously as the pregnant red head tapped her foot impatiently.

"Are you calling Tommy?" Eric asked, setting his cards down.

"Uh huh."

"If you get a hold of him I want to talk too," Eric said.

"I can't believe that our daughter hung up on me, Jack," Pamela said, sulkily. "I just wanted to make sure she was taking care of herself. I had such a difficult pregnancy with her, and she didn't even appreciate my advice."

"Pamela, darling, you did bring up the taboo topic we aren't supposed to bring up," Jack said.

"I know, but I'm her mother," she said. "I can't help but worry." Donna listened to them talk as the phone rang.

"You mean it doesn't end?" she asked. "Even when they're grown up?"

"Sorry, Dana. It doesn't end," Jack said, sipping his martini. Donna sighed, and hung up when no one answered. Barry pat her shoulder, and Eric excused himself from the card game. She hugged Eric, and then walked to the bedroom. Eric sighed, and followed her. Barry was going to go to his room, but wasn't out of the living room when Jack cleared his throat.

"Barry my lad, why not come play some Gin?" he asked. Barry hid his lack of excitement, and went to play Gin with Jack Burkhart.