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henry: I promise you, there will be drama...

Rachelle- Your Almighty Vampire: There is not a chance that I would give the peanut butter thing a try- I cannot stand the stuff.
I was actually planning to give Sydney Vegemite cravings (a hail out to any fellow Aussie readers) but given that the story is set in LA, I didn't really think that that would be viable.

"No, no, no, ugh- definitely not!"

Sydney lounged back on Francie's bed, watching her best friend empty the entire contents of her wardrobe.

"It's official!" Francie threw her hands up in the air. "I have nothing to wear."

"Fran." Sydney sat up straight. "You have more clothes than me, Ainz and Amy combined. There has to be something in there that you can wear."

"There isn't!" Francie sounded desperate. "And we're going out tonight."

"Francie, I don't think Craig will be too concerned with your outfit. Just as long as you show up."

"Don't try and fill me up with that psychobabble." Francie said. "Because it is not going to work!"

"Fine." Sydney let out a small chuckle. "Do you want to go and raid my wardrobe? There might be something there."

"Thanks. But I got boobs." Francie replied matter-of-factly. "Though, I must say that you have been looking a lot more voluptuous than usual."

Sydney laughed. "Yeah, apparently that tends to happen when you're pregnant."

Francie shook her head. "It is so weird to hear you speaking like that. A couple of months ago you were just Sydney and now you're Sydney, mum to be. I'm having a little trouble wrapping my head around it."

Sydney just stared at her. "You are? What do you think is going through my mind at the moment?"

Francie smiled. "How is everything going?"

"Well, peanut butter is now my best friend…"

"What?"

"Never mind. Oh, Vaughn and I have our first ultrasound on Thursday."

Francie let out a small laugh. "Again, so weird."

Sydney just grinned as she got up off the bed and began pawing through the mountain of clothes that had accumulated. "Come on. There has to be something here that you can wear."

"Ok, that is a sad sight." Craig commented coming out into the living room Sunday night. Will, who was stretched out on the couch, looking as if he'd seen better days, glanced at him.

"Huh?"

"I said you are a sad sight. That blue you had with Olivia must have been a doozy. Are you going to tell me what it was about?"

"It was nothing." Will mumbled. The truth was he couldn't talk about the fight to any of his friends. How could he? What was he supposed to tell them? That things had blown up between him and Olivia because she didn't like his friends? How well would that go down? He could just picture Sydney and Francie's faces…

"Nothing- yeah right." Craig scoffed. "Have you even spoken to her since?"

"I've called her, but she refuses to answer…which is expected."

"What did you say to her?"

Will looked at him. He guessed that this part was safe to tell. "I, uh, might have called her delusional."

Craig let out a low whistle. "Man, where the hell were you when they handed out brains?"

"Hey, give us a break. She was acting like a nut."

"Most women do at some point but you don't tell them that." Craig laughed. "You've been best friends with two females for ten years and still have no clue about the opposite sex. I'm starting to think that you're a lost cause."

Will sat up. "Oh really? Well, I cannot wait to see how you react when you are the one with Francie while she's getting ready for a night out."

Craig's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Will just shook his head. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he said darkly. "It's an experience to fear."

"Do you want to grab a coffee?" Craig asked Francie as the two of them exited the cinema that night. The evening so far had been slightly awkward. The transition from friends to something more than friends was not going as smoothly as hoped. But Francie was seeing that as a good sign. After all, her and Will's relationship had started relatively smoothly and look where that had ended up.

After Francie accepted Craig's offer the two of them headed to a nearby café. It was getting late and the place was nearly deserted. Sitting down at a table by the window, neither Francie nor Craig could find a way to start a conversation. The silence grew louder and louder around, until Craig started to chuckle.

"What?" Francie asked, looking around the café and then outside the window. She could see nothing remotely humorous.

"Us." Craig replied. "You would think that we were two complete strangers, the way we're behaving."

Francie grinned. "Yeah, strangers forced out on a blind date by their mothers."

Craig returned the grin. "Right and because our mothers want this date to eventuate to something, we automatically want to sabotage it."

Francie laughed. "So, tell me Craig. Why are we acting like this?"

Craig shrugged. "Maybe because we really don't want to sabotage this, and we're scared that we might do something stupid to mess things up."

Francie sobered a little. Craig had hit the nail on the head.

"Which," he continued, "is stupid in itself. We already know each other. There can't be too many things we could do to stuff things up."

"You think you know me that well?" Francie teased.

"I know you well enough." Craig replied, his expression serious. "Well enough to know that I don't want tonight to be the last time we go out together."

Francie hid her smile as she raised her coffee mug to her lips. "The feeling is mutual," she said before taking a mouthful.

"Good," Craig reached across and clasped her hand. "But first, there is something I need to discuss with you."

"What?"

"Will said that waiting for you to get ready for a night out is an experience to fear." He leaned forward slightly, with a twinkle in his eyes. "Now, would you care to explain just what exactly he meant by that?"

Francie's expression darkened slightly. "I am going to kill him," she said. "With my bare hands."

Craig laughed. "If you did that, then I would have to arrest you."

"Yeah, well the pleasure I'd derive from it would be worth it."

"From what? Killing Will, or me putting you in handcuffs?"

Francie, who had been about to retort, suddenly clamped her mouth shut when she realized exactly what Craig had said. She looked at him, at his cheeky grin and soon found herself laughing.

"You're supposed to be showing your charming side tonight, not your sick and perverted Eric side."

Craig leaned back in his seat. "So even after my little perverted display, are we still on for a second date?"

Francie smiled brazenly. "Only if you bring those handcuffs."

"Ok, here we go." Dr Carter pointed to the screen beside her, Sydney and Vaughn. "Right there, it's the baby's head."

Sydney looked closer. At first she had been able to see nothing- the ultrasound looked like a mass of black and white blobs to her. But now, with Dr Carter's guidance, she was able to make out something.

"Oh my god." Vaughn breathed as he squeezed Sydney's hand. "That's really a head. That's our baby's head."

Dr Carter let out a small chuckle. "It's not only a head, Michael. There's a whole baby in there." She looked at Sydney and upon seeing her somewhat dazed expression, spoke up. "Reality setting in?"

Sydney nodded, a smile growing on her face. "Just a little bit."

"Ok, we're done." Dr Carter announced a few minutes later. "Everything appears to be completely normal. Both mum and bub are healthy in my books. Now have you two discussed whether you want to know the sex of the baby?"

Sydney and Vaughn glanced at each other. The subject had never really been raised between them.

"Not really." Vaughn replied.

"Ok then." Dr Carter smiled. "Let me know what you decide at your next appointment."

"So what do you think? Boy or girl?" Sydney asked Vaughn, staring at the picture of the ultrasound as he drove them home.

Vaughn shrugged. "I wouldn't have a clue, and how that doctor can tell is beyond me too."

Sydney smiled. "Well, do we want to know?"

Vaughn came to a stop at a red light and looked at her. "What do you think?"

"I asked you first."

"And now I'm asking you."

"Vaughn! Do you want to know?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

"I'm asking you."

"Oh, but your opinion is so much more important than mine." Vaughn shot back jokingly.

Sydney laughed. "Fine. On the count of three- 1…2…3…"

"No." They both said at the same time, their faces breaking into grins.

"Right." Vaughn said, accelerating as the light turned green. "Decision made."

"If only everything were that easy." Sydney said as she went to put the picture into her bag.

"You be careful with that."

Sydney looked at Vaughn. "I wasn't planning on doing anything too rash," she smiled. "Is there any reason behind this sudden concern?"

"Oh, come on Syd. You're telling me you don't know." Vaughn teased. "This is me. We're talking about a photo. Put two and two together an—"

"You get four." Sydney couldn't help putting in. "Or a spot on the Walls of Fame."

Vaughn glanced at her. "I figured that this kid will be taking over the Walls in the years to come. Why not start with their first official photo?"

"Sounds like a great idea," Sydney smiled. "Though, if we keep adding to these walls, we're going to need a bigger house. With more walls."

Vaughn laughed. "Or we could just remove Weiss…or Francie."

"Yeah right." Sydney scoffed. "Could you imagine the repercussions of doing that? Buying a house would be so much more easier."

"Yeah," Vaughn nodded soberly. "I think I'm going to have to agree with you on that one."