Brooke sat behind the shut bathroom door, coughing up a storm as if she were puking out her organs, Danny sitting in there with her.

"Brooke! Danny!" Bonnie's voice came floating in from the living room.

"Oh, its okay, Brooke!" Danny said loudly as Brooke coughed still. "Let it all out! Bet that makes your stomach feel better, huh?" That was when Brooke threw up for real, and Danny rushed over to pull her hair back like he was pretending to do. "Oh my god!"

"Brooke?! Danny?! " Bonnie pounded on the door as Brooke finished, and looked up at Danny with apologetic eyes.

"Sorry about that." She whispered, and Danny shook his head, helping her stand up.

"That's okay, it'll sell our story even more." Then the two exited the bathroom, Bonnie gasping when she saw Danny practically carrying Brooke, who's eyes were half closed to try and sell herself sick and tired.

"Oh, Brooke, honey!" She exclaimed, and Brooke opened her eyes a little. "I got here as soon as I could. My hair, however, is 30 minutes away." She admitted, referring to the curlers that filled her hair.

"B-B-Bonnie?" Brooke choked out. "Oh man, I feel so awful." Bonnie's hands flew to her mouth as Danny lifted Brooke into his arms like a baby, pretending to look panicked.

"She was vomiting so much! I thought I should go and get a doctor or medicine or something and I didn't know who else to call to watch Emma!" Bonnie sighed. She was certain as anyone this was due to pregnancy, but she also knew she still had to play it off like she didn't.

"Well, lets take her to your bed. I don't want her to contaminate Ben's room and get Emma sick. And Danny, we're going to need some fizzy drinks for her! Sprite or Seven Up should do. For myself, I will need wine." Danny nodded, before carrying Brooke to his room and laying her on his bed. He then leaned down to whisper.

"You're doing great! Keep it up!" Brooke smiled. Though she clutched her aching stomach.

"Thanks! By the way, since we're doing this so I can continue to sleep with your teammates, can I get your defense's number?" Danny raised his eyebrows. "I won't even tell him where I got it!" Danny shook his head, before leaving the room and grabbing his jacket.

"Okay, she's all comfy in there!" He told Bonnie, heading for the door. "I won't be long, I promise." Bonnie nodded, fixing the curlers in her hair.

"Good. Because I'm supposed to meet Hank in less than an hour." Danny tilted his head, as if confused.

"Oh, is that today?" Bonnie groaned and waved him away.

"Just go." She told him. "And remember. Just because the sign says something is half off, doesn't mean they're going to take half of your products. It means that it costs less." Danny nodded, smiling.

"Thanks, Mom." Then he headed into the hallway and shut the door behind him, grinning. "Sorry about your date, Hank." He muttered, then headed to the elevator. Time for a victory drink.

BABYSITTER

"Sorry, Tuck. I can't make it to the game. Jury duty." Ben was on the phone with Tucker, while he was also hiding out at the bar. "But don't ask me the details, I took an oath. I shouldn't even be talking to you now." Then he quickly hung up in time to see Danny walk in. "Danny!" Danny's eyes went wide when he saw Ben.

"Ben."

"Please tell me that Emma is outside parking the car." Ben begged, and Danny shook his head, smiling.

"No, she- wait. Aren't you supposed to be playing softball?" He asked, and Ben scoffed.

"No, I had to stay. We're swamped." He told him, gesturing to the almost empty bar. "Where's my baby?"

"Relax. Mom's got her. Hank cancelled or something. Not real sure about the details." Ben put his hand on his hips, looking across the bar.

"Huh. Maybe I should just ask Hank. Isn't that him?" He pointed, and Danny turned to see that, indeed, Hank was sitting on the couches!

"Oh, crap. Hide me!" Danny dove behind the bar, and Ben crouched down to him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Okay, so maybe that story wasn't completely true. But if mom asks, they had to send me to the factory for Sprite." Ben shook his head.

"Unbelievable." Danny shook his head.

No, it's not. I've been there before when I got lost once. They were really nice about it." Ben shook his head back, sitting down next to Danny.

"No. You. How could you do this to Mom? She seems really happy." Danny gave him a look.

"Oh, like you care about other people's happiness. How's Riley going to feel when she finds out you quit because she took over?" Ben looked away, unable to look Danny in the eyes.

"This isn't quitting. It's not showing up and hoping she doesn't notice."

"Dude, you're supposed to have her back. Why do you think she stopped being Rigantor?" Ben furrowed his eyebrows.

"She got tired of all the small planes buzzing around her head?" Danny gave him another look.

"No. She didn't think she'd ever have any friends, that guys would never like her. I'm just saying, you did a good thing. Don't screw it up now. Because, if you're skipping out on a softball game just because Riley took your place, what are you going to do when Brooke has her baby? What if she has a boyfriend, or even a husband? Are you going to skip out on her and the kid just because they have a new man in their lives?" Ben looked at the ground, thinking about what Danny had said, just as Hank came over and tapped on the bar.

"Hey, can I settle up?" He asked, making both of them freeze with fear, knocking into the bottles behind them.

"It's on the house." Ben told him, pleasantly surprising Hank.

"Thanks." Then Ben turned back to Danny.

"You're right. I'm being an idiot." He admitted, then poked Danny in the chest. "But so are you. If it's not Hank, it's going to be someone else." Then Ben stood up and hurtied out the door, knowing what he had to do.