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"Syd, come on."

"No Weiss. I'm not drinking tonight." She looked up at Vaughn, her expression clearly saying 'help'.

"Not drinking. Since when?" Weiss laughed as Sydney rose her cup to her lips. "What are you- pregnant or something?"

As if against her control, Sydney choked on the mouthful of drink she'd just taken. Vaughn, too, jerked suddenly as those words came out of Weiss's mouth.

Weiss's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Oh my god!" he bellowed out, with perfect Weiss timing. As a song came to an end, the guests all looked in the direction of his loud voice and as a result, heard what he was about to say next.

"You're pregnant!"

As everybody stared in their direction, Sydney covered her eyes with a hand. This was so not how she imagined breaking the news.

"Weiss," Vaughn hissed. "Do you not know the meaning of discreet?"

By the point the next song had started, and most of the guests appeared to have lost interest and went back to whatever they were doing previously. However, Francie, Ainsley, Will and Craig were by their sides in a flash.

"So it's true?" Weiss pressed. "Syd's pregnant?"

Sydney and Vaughn glanced at each other, their expressions helpless. There was no point in denying any of this now. Weiss had done a brilliant job of outsing them.

"Yes." Sydney sighed. "I'm pregnant."

Both Francie and Ainsley gave out cries of delight as they simultaneously threw their arms around Sydney. "Oh my god!" Francie exclaimed. "I'm going to be an aunty!"

Sydney laughed. "I guess you are."

"How long have you known?" Ainsley asked.

"Well, do you remember when you and Weiss barged into our hotel room and announced that you'd just gotten married?" Vaughn said with a grin and Ainsley nodded. "About two seconds before that."

Ainsley clapped a hand over her mouth as Weiss burst out laughing. "We picked up on a weird vibe, but thought we had interrupted a fight!" he said.

Francie was looking at Sydney, almost accusingly. "You've known that long and haven't said anything?"

"We didn't want to steal Weiss and Ainsley's thunder," Sydney explained.

"Fair enough," Francie replied grudgingly. Her face broke into a grin as she threw her arms around Sydney again. "Oh, I am so happy for you!"

"Uh Fran," Will stepped forward and pulled her off Sydney. "If you suffocate Syd, there is not going to be anything to be happy about."

"Oh my god," Sydney collapsed onto the couch and slipped off her heels. "What a night."

"Tell me about it." Vaughn laughed, opening the door out to the yard to let Donovan in. "Heya boy." He bent down to scratch behind the dog's ears and then straightened up. "Do you think we should break the news to him about his new brother or sister?"

Sydney rolled her eyes. "I'll leave that to you. I'm sure that he will take it better coming from you."

"Ok, but I think I'll leave that for another day." Vaughn said as he sat down and kicked off his shoes. "But I had better let maman know that she can start blabbing the news. Between her and Francie, I'm sure that the entire state will know by tomorrow evening."

"Don't forget Weiss." Sydney pointed out.

"Yes, but he has a disadvantage. Tomorrow is Sunday, he won't get behind his microphone until Monday afternoon."

"Oh right," Sydney smiled, sliding down so that she could lie down on the couch, her head resting on Vaughn's lap. "Hey, did you water Marshall's plants today? Because I didn't."

"No, I forgot. I'll go over and do them tomorrow." Vaughn ran a hand through Sydney's hair. "When does he get back?"

"Next Saturday, I think." Sydney replied. "Apparently, Carrie needs to get back and start preparing for the production."

Vaughn laughed. "I give her ten minutes before she's knocking on the door, asking for her favourite stage manager."

Sydney grinned gleefully. "Yes, but this time I have legitimate reason for refusing to do it." She placed both her hands on her abdomen. "Because by the time the production rolls around, I will either be the size of a giant beach ball or…" she looked up at Vaughn, her eyes wide.

With a smile, Vaughn bent down and kissed her forehead. "I'll tell you now, Syd," he said, straightening up. "This whole caring for a miniature human, parent thing has kind of got me terrified."

"Me too." Sydney laughed. "Do you keep thinking back to that weekend with Dillon?"

Vaughn shuddered. "We didn't have clue."

"Well," Sydney paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We can always turn to Grandpa Jack for advice. Just remember, being confident is the key."

After watering Marshall's plants the next morning, Vaughn let himself back inside the house. He assumed that Sydney was still in bed- her nausea in the mornings had really subsided and she was making the most of the sleep-ins she had before school went back. Yet, when Vaughn walked into their bedroom, he saw that the bed was empty and Sydney was standing in front of the floor length mirror, pulling her pyjama top tight across her belly.

Pausing in the doorway, Vaughn cleared his throat softly. "Syd."

Her head whipped around, a faint blush on her cheeks. "Hey."

"What are you doing?"

"I was…um, I was just seeing if…you know." She pulled the t-shirt tight again, revealing the slightest of bumps. "What do you think?"

Vaughn shrugged. "I don't know. You did eat a lot last night."

Sydney glared at him. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry." Vaughn said, quickly. "That bump- all baby."

She continued to look at him through narrowed eyes for a few seconds. Then her expression softened and she laughed. "Did I really eat a lot?"

Vaughn walked across. "No more than usual," he grinned.

"That much, hey?" Sydney grinned back as she straightened out her top. She patted Vaughn on the shoulder. "Now, how about you go and make us some breakfast. I'm feeling like scrambled eggs."

Vaughn raised his eyebrows. "And why can't you scramble them?"

"Well, because of my 'condition'. I'm incredibly fragile and should be taking things easy."

Vaughn burst out laughing. "You- fragile? Since when?"

"Oh, since I decided that I'm going to milk this pregnancy for everything it's worth." Sydney shot back, a playful smile on her lips.

Late Wednesday afternoon Will walked into Deep Inside, hoping to catch Francie in some down time. He was lucky. The lunch crowd was gone and those coming for dinner wouldn't arrive for another hour or so.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, sitting beside him at the bar. "Don't you have articles to write?"

"My interview was cancelled." Will replied. "So, when's the big date?"

Francie's head snapped towards him. "Who told you?"

"Who do you think? Craig."

"Oh. Well, no date has actually been set."

"And when will one be set?" Will pressed.

Francie shrugged. "I don't know…hey, since when are you interested in my love life, Will Tippin?"

"I just don't want to see the two of you stuff this up." Will smiled.

Francie shook her head, laughing and went to respond, but was cut off by Will's mobile ringing.

"Sorry," he said apologetically, looking at the caller I.D. "It's Olivia, I gotta take it…Hey Liv…yeah, I know. I dropped in at the restaurant to see Fran…" Will's brow creased slightly as he listened to whatever Olivia was saying on the other end. "Yeah, why wouldn't we still be on…Ok, speak to you soon. Bye."

Placing the phone back in his pocket, Will ran a hand through his hair.

"Everything ok?" Francie asked.

"I think so," Will replied. "I just don't understand her sometimes."

"Olivia?"

"Hmm." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "She's so quiet, so reserved. It's really hard to know what goes on in her head."

"Will. Look at me." Francie ordered and he obeyed. "Am I quiet and reserved?"

He snorted. "No."

"Do you know what goes on in my head?"

"No."

"Then perhaps the problem of you not understanding Olivia lies with you, not the fact that she is quiet and reserved."

Will laughed. "Good point." He paused, his face pensive. "But I think there is a little more to it."

"Like what?"

"I'm not sure. She just keeps sending off these weird vibes." He shook his head slightly. "I'm probably just being paranoid."

Francie patted him on the back. "I wouldn't say probably. Definitely is the term I would use."