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"I don't get it maman," Vaughn said, throwing himself onto Juliette's couch. "The smallest of things and bam! Syd is in tears. I'm really worried. What if she is depressed or something?"

Juliette let out a small chuckle. "Michael, Sydney is pregnant."

"I know that. All the more reason why we should figure out what is going on…why are you laughing? This isn't funny maman!"

"I'm sorry Michael," Juliette said, composing herself. "I know you think that this is serious, but it isn't."

"It isn't?" Vaughn asked, dubiously.

"No. Think about what Sydney's body must be going through. Her getting so emotional, it's all hormonal. Trust me when I say that it's a completely common thing for pregnant women to go through."

"It is?"

"Yes. You should have seen what I was like." Juliette smiled nostalgically. "My mood swings were horrendous. Your father used to walk around me almost on his tiptoes trying to gauge what mood I was in. When I was in a good one he used to brave it and call me Jekyll and Hyde."

Instead of laughing, Vaughn looked at his mother, a fearful expression on his face. "Syd is going to have mood swings?"

Juliette laughed. "She may and she may not, but you're not going to care either way. You have the role of supportive husband and father to play," she said, patting his arm. "How is Sydney going, by the way? Apart from the emotional outbursts?"

Vaughn grinned. "She's great."

"And you?"

"The same. Everything is starting to feel real now. We've had the first ultrasound and Syd is starting to show a little. It's really hitting home that we're having a baby." Vaughn shook his head. "This conversation, the fact that we are having this conversation, is spinning me out."

"Just you wait until you hold that baby for the first time," Juliette said. "Then you'll, how do you say it? Spin out?"

Vaughn grinned. "That seems like forever away."

"It'll be here before you know it." Juliette said. "And after you've had a child, time will only move faster."

Vaughn looked at her questioningly. "How do you mean?"

"Well, to me, it feels as if it were only yesterday that I was holding you for the first time."

"I'm back." Campbell announced, walking into Phase One Friday evening.

Ainsley looked up surprised. "Cam?"

"Everything going ok, little sis?"

Ainsley nodded. "Yeah. The band is just out back, unloading their equipment," she replied, walking towards him. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I do own the place."

Ainsley placed a hand on her hip. "Sarcasm was never really your strong point, Campbell."

"Yeah, you scooped the pool on that one."

"Thanks." Ainsley grinned. "So, what's going on? With the amount of locations you were scouting, you said that you wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I was looking forward to being the big boss woman all on my own."

Campbell laughed. "Well, it won't be long before you can."

"Huh?"

"I found a place. Knew it was perfect from the second I saw it and didn't feel the need to look at the others."

"You mean…"

"Yup. The second Phase One is actually looking to go ahead."

"Oh my god!" Ainsley threw her arms around him. "That's great."

"And as soon as it's up and running, I'm gone. I want to over see the design and construction phases. Which means that in the near future, you will no longer be Ainsley McPhee—"

"Uh, uh, uh." Ainsley wagged a finger. "Ainsley Weiss McPhee."

"Ok, ok. You will no longer be Ainsley Weiss McPhee, co-manager…"

"I'll be Ainsley Weiss McPhee, manager," she grinned. "Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Campbell laughed. "I only hope that the power doesn't go to your head."

Ainsley just grinned. "Too late."

"Hey guys!" Amy greeted both Sydney and Vaughn with a hug. "Thank you so much for coming."

"As if we'd miss it." Sydney smiled.

"Yeah Amy," Vaughn added. "A first birthday party? It's the highlight of our social calendar."

Amy looked at him. "Ok, as a result of staying up all night baking a cake, I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or joking or whatever. So, all I'm going to say is that it won't be long before you're throwing one of these."

Vaughn just laughed as they followed Amy into the house.

"How is the birthday boy?" Sydney asked.

"He is having an absolute ball."

"I figured. Lots of new toys to play with."

"Oh, Dill couldn't give a toss about the toys." Amy said flippantly. "He's discovered the joys of wrapping paper." She shook her head. "When I think about what Troy and I could have saved."

Francie, Will and Craig were already seated in the lounge room when Sydney and Vaughn walked in. Will had Dillon on his lap, and quite frankly, looked a little worse for wear. Sitting down, Sydney shot Francie a questioning look.

"He's still moping about Olivia." Francie said bluntly.

"I am not moping." Will shot back defensively.

"Yes, you are." Craig interjected. "And it's time you snapped out of it." He looked at Francie. "What do you think?"

"Hmm," Francie pondered aloud. "Bowling? Or maybe just drinks and pool."

"Drinks have to be involved, whatever we do. Get him blind drunk. Maybe then he'll smile. We might even get a laugh."

Will looked at Sydney and Vaughn. "Don't you just love how they talk about me as if I'm not here?"

Sydney smiled as Francie and Craig continued their conversation. "How are you doing, really?"

"I'll be fine. It wasn't a bad break up- just surprising. But these two," he gestured towards Francie and Craig, "have made it their mission to cheer me up- which I don't need," he finished loudly.

"Whatever Will." Francie said. "We'll figure out what we're doing later on."

"I can't wait." Will muttered.

Sydney and Vaughn left the party early that evening. Francie and Craig were still deciding where to take Will for the night. An invitation had been extended to Sydney and Vaughn, but they declined. Who knew where they'd end up?

"I'll see you." Sydney gave Will a hug and leaned in towards his ear. "If Francie gets too power hungry about the whole cheering up stuff, call me. Vaughn or I will rescue you."

Will grinned. "Thanks. I have a feeling I'll be taking you up on that."

After stopping at a café for dinner, Sydney and Vaughn headed home. Letting herself and Vaughn into the house, Sydney headed straight to the bedroom to change her clothes. A minute later, Vaughn walked into the bedroom.

"Hey," he stopped in the doorway. "Are those my trackies?"

"Yeah, I couldn't find any of mine. I think they're all in the wash." Sydney looked at him. "You don't mind, do you?"

"What do you reckon?" Vaughn asked as he sidles up behind her. "How many times have I told you how sexy you look in my clothes?"

Sydney laughed. "Too many to count, and yet each time I can't help but wonder why. You have very strange tastes, Mr Vaughn."

"They're not strange. Anybody would agree with me. You'd make a hessian bag look hot, Bristow."

Sydney grinned. She loved it that Vaughn still continued to call her Bristow. It was comforting; like it was proof that marriage hadn't changed their relationship.

"Well?" Vaughn raised his eyebrows.

"Well what?" Sydney asked.

"Are you going to return the compliment?" Vaughn asked with a playful pout.

"How about I just do this?" Sydney leaned up and brushed her lips against his. "Or would you rather just have me list off your good traits?"

Vaughn paused, his index finger idly tapping his chin. "That's a pretty tough decision. You, or an ego boost?"

"Well," Sydney laughed. "You're about to get neither."

Vaughn grinned as his pulled her into his arms. "I lied. Easiest decision ever."

"I think you just redeemed yourself." Sydney whispered as Vaughn pressed his lips into hers.

They began to lose themselves in one another's kisses and caresses. Vaughn's lips started to trail down Sydney's neck and she had just reached for his shirt buttons when the phone ringing interrupted the moment.

"Leave it," Vaughn murmured.

"We can't. It's probably Will. I promised him that we'd rescue him from Francie's clutches if need be."

"Fine." Vaughn groaned and then grabbed the phone. "Hello?"

Sydney watched him with a smile. But, as Vaughn's expression turned grave very, very quickly, she felt herself sober up.

"Ok…bye." Vaughn slowly placed the phone back into the receiver, his eyes averting Sydney's.

"Vaughn? Who was that?"

"That was Amy, Syd." Vaughn finally looked her in the eyes. "There's been an accident."