A/N: Okay, well I'm NOT a big fan of this chapter. I was falling asleep while I was writing it (lol) but I hope you guys like it. It's sort of the glue that puts the real plot into the story. Enjoy!

"Okay, so I guess you're supposed to put it on the hook like this." Spike and Faye were outside the next morning on the deck of the Bebop with their fishing hooks, trying out Spike's clown meat. Spike hooked a little piece of the meat onto his hook and showed Faye with a questionable look.

"Yuck, Spike. This stuff is grotesque. Do you actually think that fish would eat it?" Faye said as she placed a piece of the "happy" meat onto her fish hook.

"Sure. Fish eat anything." Spike lowered his hook into the water.

"I thought that was just catfish." Faye lowered her hook into the water as well.

"Eh, Sure. It's a fish, isn't it?"

Faye rolled her eyes as they sat in complete silence. "So, what do you think about Camilla's being pregnant?"

"Oh, that was for real? I thought I was dreaming."

Faye gave Spike an annoyed look, showing him that she wanted to keep the situation serious, minus the sarcasm.

"Well, I think it's great. I mean, they're married, this is their ship. So, it's cool."

Faye turned her entire body towards Spike, leaving her hook in the water. "Spike. What's wrong?"

Spike sighed heavily before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it quickly. "I just can't see myself living here with a kid."

Faye shrugged. "Why not?"

"I don't like kids. Simple as that."

"So, what are you gonna do? I mean, if you don't wanna live here with a kid?"

Spike let a cloud of grey smoke swim up into the air from his nostrils. "We've gotta get Jet and Camilla to move out, of course."

Faye grabbed her beau's arm, not startling him at all. "Spike! This is Jet's ship! Do you actually think that he'll give it to us?!"

"'Course he won't give it to us. He's gotta SELL it to us."

"Neither of us have that kind of money."

"But he's our friend and friends are always liable to give each other discounts on, say….ships."

Faye laughed as she turned back around the face the sea. "I strongly doubt it."

"Ah, but you shouldn't doubt an amazement like Spike Spiegel."

Faye couldn't help but smile at this utter display of arrogance. "And why not?"

"Because I always prove those in doubt wrong." Spike looked into Faye's jade orbs, trying his hardest not to get lost.

Faye blushed as the handsome man beside her smiled back at her. "Fine."

"Gimme a kiss!"

"Ah, go away."

Jet and Camilla were walking around Babies 'R' Us looking at baby clothes and cribs. Though Camilla wanted a girl so badly, Jet was hoping for a boy.

"Oh, Jet, honey. Isn't this adorable?" Camilla pulled a bright pink dress with frillies on the bottom and on the sleeves. A big white bow tied in the middle, giving it the overall look of a window curtain gone completely wrong.

Jet stuck his tongue out at the catastrophe of a dress. Camilla rolled her eyes as she walked back to her husband and they continued to stroll around the store.

"Honey, I was thinking. What are we going to do about Spike and Faye? We need their room for the baby's room."

"We've gotta get them out." Camilla responded casually and without any thought.

Jet was taken aback at her sudden answer. "Where else can they go?"

"Well, Faye had an apartment before she moved in so there shouldn't be any hassle getting themselves a small apartment. It's just the two of them."

Jet bowed his head. Though he knew it would be better for his child's wellbeing for Spike and Faye to leave, Spike was his best friend, Faye being just as important, and he didn't want to have to let them go.

Camilla, noticing his reaction, stood in front of him, holding his face in her hands. "Hey, sweetie. Don't be down. We'll see them all the time. They'll still be our friends."

Jet nodded, just wanting to forget all about the situation. He knew that it wouldn't be easy letting his friends go so easily. But they had to move out. For his family.

KNOCK KNOCK

Though Spike's door was cracked open, Jet tapped his knuckle against the side of the doorframe, smiling as Spike and Faye looked up at him.

"Hey, Jet." They couple responded in unison to the vision of Jet in their doorway.

Jet nervously walked into the room. He looked on the bed to see that the couple had been playing Spades.

"Ah. I see Faye is winning."

Faye laughed and pointed her slender finger in Spike's pissed off looking face. "HA HA! I TOLD YOU I WAS WINNING!!!"

Spike growled at his girlfriend, tossing the cards in his hand onto the messy pile that they called a deck.

"Ah, honey. There's always next time." Faye sarcastically added, rubbing Spike's bony shoulder.

"Hey, Faye. Can I borrow Spike for a few?"

"Oh, sure." Faye stood from the bed and sultrily walked out of the room, looking at Spike, who was quite obviously fumed.

At the sound of the door closing, Spike turned to his best friend. "What's goin' on?"

"I'm not sure if I'm ready. Ya know, for fatherhood."

Spike sighed. "I know what you mean. I'm not ready myself."

Jet looked at Spike with a surprised look. "You're supposed to be making me feel better."

Spike looked down at the unlit cigarette that was currently between his fingers, then back at Jet. "Aren't I?"

"NO!"

"Eh…" Spike shrugged, placed the cigarette between his lips and lit it with a immediate swipe. "Well, I don't know what to tell you. All I can really say is that I know you'll be a really great father."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, you've already got the appearance so, I mean…." Spike chuckled at himself. Seeing the serious look on Jet's face, he quickly stopped. "No, but what I'm saying is that you shouldn't doubt yourself. You're a great guy. I've learned so much from you. I think whoever is in Camilla's belly right now is really lucky to have you as a dad."

"Hm. Thanks man."

Spike shrugged and tapped his cigarette ash onto an ashtray that lay on his bed.

"Oh, and before I leave, we've gotta hammer out the details on the living arrangements. Umm… Camilla and I want our child to have the most normal life as possible so…"

Spike put his hand up. "Say no more. I know what you mean. I understand. Trust me. I have the money and the resources."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Spike nodded.

Jet was shocked. He eagerly stood from Spike's bed and headed for the door. Before leaving, he turned to look at Spike once more.

"Thank for understanding."

Spike shrugged. "What the hell are friends for, eh?"

With that, Jet left the room, awaiting for Camilla's return from her nap.

A few minute later, Faye returned to she and Spike's room , closing the door behind her.

"So, what happened?"

"Well, it seems as if Jet was thinking the same thing that we were."

"REALLY! So that means he's…."

"Yup. He's gonna sell it."

"Oh that's so great!" Faye flopped onto the bed, proud of Spike's 'negotiations.'

"So, how about that reward?" Spike reached into Faye's t-shirt, failing to get to her chest.

Faye sighed and laid down flat. "Oh, fine."

Spike eagerly rubbed his hands together and began to undress his girlfriend.

A/N: Yeah, I know. Well, hey! I was tired! lol... Well, next chappie will be up tomorrow! Night ya'll!