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"I won't marry you, stop asking" Teresa said sternly. Lucas looked as if a knife had just been shoved in his heart. Why couldn't this girl, the mother of his child, bring herself to love him? What was wrong with him? Their day ended fairly quickly after that, and Teresa left without as much as a goodbye.

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Teresa walked tiredly into the apartment on the fifth floor where her Uncle lived. It was a nice apartment; small, but nice.

"Uncle Bobby?" She called out? She saw him briefly at the picnic that day and wondered if he was even home yet; what a stupid question, of course he was. He never stayed around that many people for too long. He couldn't stand to. And people couldn't put up with him that long.

"In here," he called back to her from the computer. He'd become accustomed to the computer and its entirety, having spent many a night working on it, trying to figure out the answers to some of the clues and evidence he and Alex had obtained throughout their cases.

"Whatcha' lookin' up?" Teresa stood behind him, wiping her freshly wet hands on her shirt.

"Just some stuff about babies" He'd been more excited about the arrival of the baby now that it'd gotten so much closer. "It says here that if you hold a string over your stomach, it'll tell you the sex of the baby. If it sways back and forth only, it's a boy. If it sways back, forth, side to side, it's going to be a girl."

"Hmm, maybe that's because we can't make up our minds" Teresa rolled her eyes. "And I thought I told you I didn't want to know the sex of the baby"

"Yeah but you're aunt and I do. Can't you just lie on the couch? I know I've got some string around here somewhere," He said, rummaging through the messy pile of office supplies and paperwork on his desk.

"No I will not!" Teresa swatted at his hand; "I'm not some lab rat, ya know"

"I never said you were; but these home myths usually work the best. At least your aunt and I would know what we were planning for"

"Yes, but when could you two ever keep a secret?" Teresa eyed him.

"Umm. Yeah, nevermind" Bobby went back to his computer and back to the search engine. This time he typed in 'How to care for a baby'. He really was into this.

"Uncle Bobby, you'll be just fine, trust me. Besides, for the hardest months of his life after birth, this baby is going to need me and I'm just going to need you guys there to support me"

"Exactly; I need to be prepared" He said, pressing the print button on the list of facts and suggestions.

Teresa sighed and rubbed her temples; she could feel a migraine coming on quickly. "Alright, what do you want for dinner?" She usually came over at least once or twice a week to make sure that he had a good, home-cooked meal; the other nights, Alex sent over a plate or brought him one the next day at work.

"Umm, how about spaghetti and meatballs?"

"We had that the other night; how about steak, mashed potatoes, and corn?"

Bobby sighed, defeated. "Alright, but make sure you put extra butter on the corn"

"Didn't you hear a word the doctor said on your last visit? Your cholesterol is sky high." She shook her head. "Nope, no way. Butter-free corn tonight."

"Just a little" Bobby begged.

"That's what you think" She mumbled. "None. At all." Teresa said firmly. "And I don't want to hear another word about it."

"Fine but it isn't my fault if you don't like the corn."

"Oh, I'll like the corn just fine. I'm pregnant, remember? I like strange-tasting food"

'Damn,' he thought, 'she got me there.' He sighed dejectedly again, and moved over to the couch. Using the remote, he flipped on the big, 48" TV. "What do you want to watch tonight?" He said, reading her off a list of things that were coming on her favorite channels.

"How about that lifetime movie?" She suggested; she always suggested lifetime. And even though Bobby hated that channel with a passion, he gave in, as always, without an argument. It was their night together, their tradition, and as much as he hated the movies she watched, he loved her.

"Alright; I'll put it on" Bobby said, flipping to the channel and then turning the TV so as to face it towards the kitchen so she could see it while she cooked.

"So what's new, sweetie?" He tried to face her, but she was chopping onions to throw over the steak.

"Nothing too much; I have a doctor's appointment to go to tomorrow, do you want to come?"

Bobby sat up, excited. "Sure." He said enthusiastically. He loved going to her appointments, no matter how awkward 'that' kind of doctor made him feel. There were always little plastic structures of woman's parts or a cervix, or a uterus with a baby in it; it made him queasy, though he wouldn't admit it. Robert Goren, Detective of Major Case squad, Mr. "I poke dead people all day", but queasy at the sight of a plastic uterus? Hah! He hated to think of the torture he'd get from his co-workers, especially Mike Logan.

"Alright; the appointments for noon, so be ready by at least 11:00 am. I want to try to get to the office early so maybe they'll see me a little earlier."

Bobby nodded in understanding; who in their right mind wanted to stay at a doctor's office any longer than they had to?

"So umm, how's your aunt been lately?" He had seen her earlier that day, but that's not what he meant. He meant emotionally, physically, entirely, personally.

"Aunt Alex is doing just fine" Teresa said, stabbing gently at the cooking steak. "And you know, I don't understand why you don't just ask her out"

"I can think of a few good reasons" Bobby began, "She's married"

"She's widowed" Teresa interrupted to correct him.

"She's still in love with him though; she wouldn't want someone like me after having someone like him"

"What is 'someone like you' and 'someone like him'? Because I'd really love to know the difference. You're just as wonderful as he was, and that's from a niece's point of view" She raised her eyebrows, as if that was supposed to enhance things.

"Well there are fraternization policies from work" He challenged.

"What you do at work is what you do at work. What you do outside of it, well that's between you and her" Teresa commented; she never understood to the full extent, the fraternization policies between law enforcement workers. "Besides, if things get too hard, you guys are smart enough to put a stop to it, or change partners"

"But I don't want a new partner, I want her" Bobby said.

"For work or for life?" Teresa stopped cutting the fat off a piece of meat and looked her uncle in the eyes.

"Both," he finally admitted.

"Then you should go for it. Besides, you shouldn't think about the 'what if's; only the 'what is'" Teresa lectured. "And what is, right now, is that you love her. Right or wrong?"

"Right. Wrong. Both." He couldn't make up his mind if he should be telling her the truth or not.

"Uncle Bobby…." She led on.

"Alright; alright, you're right. I love her"

'Then what's stopping you from making a move? You know, she likes you too"

"Likes me, or likes, likes me?" Bobby's eyes looked up at her and twinkled.

She laughed; she couldn't believe how childishly cute he sounded right there. "She likes, likes you."

"How do you know?" He raised his eyebrows up at her, questionably.

"Because I know you and her like I know the back of my hand. I know how she feels about you just like I know how you feel about her. There's no hiding the chemistry, dude."

"Well…maybe then" He said, and then switched the subject. "So how's the baby doing tonight?"

"Kicking like crazy; I think I have the next Beckham in here or something"

"Good; I'll finally be secure in my old age" He winked at her, and then got serious.

"Here you go" Teresa said, finally done with dinner. She set the plate in his lap, and for the first time, the two ate in silence, just watching the movie.

When they were done, Teresa instructed him to leave the plates; she'd take care of them later. She curled up beside him and he draped the afghan that his mother had made around the both of them.

"So how are you doing?" He asked, looking down at her, though he couldn't see her face, just the top of her brown-haired head.

"I'm doing okay, I guess."

"You guess?" Bobby lifted her chin to him.

"Lucas proposed again today" Teresa finally said.

"And?" Bobby waited for her answer.

"And I said no."

"Why, I thought you loved him" He narrowed his glance at her.

"I do. That's the confusing part" Teresa said and yawned, ending the conversation. She closed her eyes slowly; she'd slept a lot more since getting pregnant. Bobby just sat there, stroking her hair until around 2 am, when he too, finally fell asleep.