A/N: I'm sorry, this chapter isn't very long. It just felt like this was a natural stopping point for the chapter, and I figured it'd be better to end it here than add useless words that just drag it on.

LUX 05

Juliet was surprised when, a mere thirty minutes after she and Amelia had arrived home, Shawn came bounding through the door.

"Honey, I'm home!" he called, setting his motorcycle helmet on the floor by the front door.

"Dinner is ready on the table for you, dear," Juliet answered in a sugary southern accent from her spot on the couch.

"I will be very disappointed if this is not the case," Shawn replied jokingly as he gave Juliet a peck on the lips then sat down beside her.

"Prepare to be disappointed then," she responded with a smirk. "There's leftover Chinese in the fridge, but Amelia and I haven't eaten either, so we should probably order something that will feed all three of us." Jules placed her hand on her stomach as she felt a soft kick. "Make that four. Baby's hungry, too."

"Well, what does Baby want for dinner tonight?" Shawn asked, his question aimed at Juliet's stomach.

"The baby can't taste anything, so it's probably a better idea to ask Amelia what she wants for dinner. It's her first night here. I don't want her to feel like her opinions don't count."

"Where is she, anyway?" Shawn looked around their home, noticing she wasn't in the room with them or in the kitchen.

"I set up an air mattress in the nursery for her. Luckily, the baby furniture doesn't take up as much room when it's in boxes."

"See, I sensed we would need that space for something else. That is why I haven't put the furniture together yet, Jules! It makes sense now!"

Juliet's eyes widened. "The baby is going to be here in three months! What if Amelia is still living with us? Where will she sleep? Surely she won't want to share a room with a baby! We need more space!"

Shawn took Juliet's hand in his own. He bit his lip, thinking about his response. How long would Amelia be staying with them? They honestly had no idea. It could be just a few weeks, but maybe it would be more long-term. "Jules, calm down. We have plenty of time. Today, our only dilemma is what to have for dinner. We can talk about our living arrangements at another time."

Juliet sighed and took a deep breath. "You're right."

"Now, let's see what that daughter of yours wants for dinner. I hope she has good taste in food." Shawn contemplated standing and knocking on the bedroom door, but considering his current position, with Juliet's legs sprawled across his lap, he decided to go for the easy method.

"Amelia!" he called loudly. "Come out here!"

After a few moments, almost to the point that Shawn considered calling for her again, the door swung open.

"Yeah?" Amelia asked, standing in the doorway.

"Two questions. Number one: are you a fan of delicious flavor?"

Amelia looked at Shawn like he was crazy. Her brows furrowed and her mouth hung half open. "I don't even know what that means."

"Do you like pineapple?" Shawn amended with a sigh.

"Uh, it's alright, I guess."

"Alright? JUST ALRIGHT? Juliet, who is this monster you've let into our home? Alright? Blasphemy!" Shawn cried in exasperation.

"He practically worships pineapple," Juliet told the brown-haired girl. "You've offended his god." Amelia merely stared back in confusion. "Just ignore him. The other question, some may say the more important of the two, is: what would you like for dinner?"

"Oh," Amelia replied, pushing her hands into her pockets. "I really don't care. I'm fine with whatever."

"Except for pineapple, apparently!" Shawn cried.

"I want you to feel at home here, and that means you get a say in what we have for dinner," Juliet reasoned.

Shawn watched as Amelia bit her lip in a very Jules-like manner. He still couldn't believe how much Amelia looked like Juliet, and he was beginning to notice similar mannerisms as well.

"I haven't pizza in forever," the brunette said with a small smile.

"Pizza it is! One medium Hawaiian. What else?"

"Combination."

Shawn's head popped up as he noticed that two voices had joined together in speaking that last word.

"Nice! Look at you two, talking in unison. Okay, one medium Hawaiian and one large combination pizza?" The two females in the room nodded. "Awesome. I'll go make the call."

Shawn made his way into the kitchen to call in their pizza order, leaving the two blue-eyed females alone.

Amelia shoved her hands in her pockets, not really sure if she should stay out in the living room or go back into the bedroom.

Juliet pressed her lips together as her eyes wandered around the room. "Do you want to watch TV? We've got like a million channels. Shawn insisted. He said he needs to be able to watch all his shows, including Royal Pains and Dexter, plus movies at any given time of the night."

"Uh, okay," Amelia replied, realizing that if she said no, Juliet would insist, just as she had every other time.

Juliet patted on the sofa, indicating for Amelia to sit down, and handed her the remote. "Choose anything."

Amelia began to flip through the guide, pausing to check which episodes were on of certain shows, but eventually ended up on Cake Boss.

"I really like to bake," Amelia murmured, briefly glancing from the TV screen to Juliet's face.

"Really?" Jules inquired. "Are you any good at it? Because every time I try to bake, I manage to burn everything—just to the point of it still looking like the intended creation, only blacker."

The brunette smiled at the blonde woman. "Yeah, I'm pretty good, I guess. I'm nothing like this guy," she gestured to the television, "but I do make a mean batch of rocky road cupcakes."

"Ability to bake must not be genetic, then. I can barely make cupcakes when all you have to do is add eggs, stir, and pop in the oven."

Amelia laughed and then turned toward the show. "I can't decorate for crap, though. My cupcakes taste like heaven, but look nothing like anything he makes."

"I think that's all that matters, really. Because, sure, his cakes look awesome, but that fondue frosting is not the most tasty thing in the world, and come on—cake is meant to be eaten, not looked at." Amelia smiled at the comment. "Well, one of these days, you're going to have to show me how to make those rocky road cupcakes—just don't let me touch until they're finished; I'll mess them up."

Amelia nodded and gave a soft smile, but part of her wondered how long she would be staying with Juliet and Shawn. Not only did she not want to intrude on them when they were quite clearly a family already—complete with a new baby on the way—, but she had also been trying to become emancipated, and she hadn't given up on that goal.

Amelia ran her fingers through her wavy hair as she settled into the couch, her stomach beginning to growl as they watched the cakes be transformed.