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Sean looked at his watch as Jay came walking through the door. "You're ten minutes early," he commented. "Everything okay?"

Jay smirked. "I so had it together this morning!" he exclaimed, heading to his locker to change into his work clothes. "I had a shower and chowed down some breakfast before Emily was even awake! Then I got her up, gave her a bath, got her dressed, and fed her! Baby, I am on fire!"

Six months after Manny's death and Jay was finally managing to get things together. Thank the Lord, Sean thought to himself. Maybe now things could get back to normal.

Sean laughed, hitting his best friend on the back. "All that and you still managed to make it to work on time? I'm impressed! And all without my girlfriend."

Jay's happy face sank hearing his friend's obvious disdain for the time Jay was spending with Emma. "I'm getting there. Only because Emma's been showing me the ropes."

Sean cringed, hearing Jay use her first name. She was always 'Nelson' or even 'Greenpeace' (still). So what? Now they're friends? Sean hated to admit it, but he didn't like them having any kind of relationship other than their typical hate-banter.

Jay put his blue coveralls on and fixed his black hat, backwards on his head. He looked at Sean, engrossed in deep thought and joked, "Somebody piss in your Cheerios this morning?"

Sean shook his head. "Things around your house are getting better and I guess that's all that matters."

Jay stopped Sean from walking away. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It's just that Emma spends, like, every minute at your house. If she's with you, she's not with me."

"She's not with me either. She's with Emily."

Sean laughed, but Jay knew he wasn't feeling so light hearted about all of this. "Same thing."

Jay flipped the sign on the glass-fronted door. He turned back to Sean, who was looking at him with an angry scowl. "So what are you saying?"

Sean wanted to tell Jay to stop calling Emma every time something went wrong, but he knew that wasn't the way he should be talking to his friend. He'd just lost his wife and had come into work, for the first time in months, with a smile on his face, and on time. If Emma hadn't helped him, chances were, Jay would never get his act together.

"Look, man, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little frustrated...if you know what I mean," he sighed, giving Jay a knowing look.

Jay took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Look, man, I can't help out in the sex department. It's been more than a little while for me too."

Sean smiled at Jay and the two of them began to laugh, sharing a quick man-hug in the process. It was their usual way of making up after harsh words.

"I'll try to get along on my own from now on, okay?" Jay promised.

"No, man. It's okay. I think Emma likes being around Emily anyway."

Sean and Jay separated then, each going their own way in the small garage. Jay had left his old job just before Emily was born, opting to help Sean get his business off the ground instead. Now, Cameron's Custom Cars, was a well-oiled machine and getting more and more customers every day. Still, Jay hated having his best friend as his boss. Sometimes he wondered how his life would be if he'd taken Al up on his offer.

Al Johnson, the owner of Johnson's Just Fix It, the garage where Sean and Jay had both worked and started out their mechanic careers, was in desperate need of retirement. He wanted Jay to take over the business, working out a financial plan that even Jay, with his small savings, could afford. But, after talking it over with Manny, Jay decided that Cameron needed him more and told Al no. When he was stuck under a car, hands dirty from the grease and oil, Jay thought about what it would be like owning his own business. Working out deals with customers, hiring kids who loved cars as much as he does, and making his own schedule.

It felt like a betrayal when Jay thought like this. Sean had been more than generous these last few months, allowing Jay to come in late or, in some cases, not come in at all. And the salary that Sean paid him was good, probably too good, so why did Jay feel like this?

"You know what I was thinking?" Sean asked, at the end of the shift, while he and Jay were closing up.

Jay shrugged. "You're going home to get some play?"

Sean laughed. "Maybe later. No, man! I was thinking we should go out."

"Are you asking me out, Cameron? 'Cause it might have been awhile, but not that long, buddy," Jay joked.

Sean shot him a look and rolled his eyes. "I mean it. We should call Spinner and the guys, and go out. Have a couple drinks, get a bit tipsy. Fun! Remember fun?"

Jay pretended to think, as his eyes darted back and forth. He finally shook his head. "Fun? Don't know anything about it."

"Well you will. Come on! We're closed tomorrow, so it's not like you gotta get up early or anything. What do you say?"

"I say that bringing Emily to a bar isn't such a good thing," Jay reminded.

"Leave her with a sitter," Sean said casually.

Jay shrugged. "Sorry. Emma helped me find Mrs. Hanson, and she's awesome, but she's a strictly days-only babysitter. But, hey, you go and have a good time. You get Nelson a little tipsy and she may put out for ya."

"That's it!" Sean yelled, as Jay raised an eyebrow. "No, man. Emma's parents! They would love to babysit! They'd take Emily for the whole night."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Spike's been waiting for grandbaby time."

Jay raised an eyebrow. "Any news on that front with you and Nelson?"

Sean rolled his eyes. "Don't you have to have sex before you can have a baby?"

Jay and Sean shared a laugh, and many more, as they made their plans for that night's events.

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