(Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and the "X" for them being voted off on the left.)

-Izzy and Owen- 1

-Heather and Justin- 3

-Lindsay and Tyler- 1

-LeShawna and Harold- 2

-Bridgette and Geoff- 3

-Gwen and Trent- 5

-Courtney and Duncan- 21

"WAHHH! WAH, WAH, WAH! WAHHH!" the screams of crying babies wake everyone up with a jolt.

"No. Fucking. Way," Duncan groaned, from his position underneath Courtney, on his bunk.

"What time is it?" Bridgette murmurs sleepily into Geoff's arms, which were wrapped around her. She was laying on his bare chest, and his pink shirt was draped over her shoulders.

Geoff slides his cellphone out of his back pocket to check the time. "Four a.m.," he reports, putting his cellphone back in his pocket. Sure, the island didn't have any reception off the island, but they could call each other just fine. In fact, Geoff and Bridgette would text to each other late at night, between their cabins. But now that Bridgette was staying in his cabin…

As the decibels of the babies' screaming increases, Bridgette rolls off of Geoff's toned torso. The other campers were slowly starting to wake up and get up. Bridgette picks up the realistic baby and cradles him in her arms, silently begging for him to shut the heck up.

Courtney is the next one to grab her baby, which had fat lukewarm tears rolling down her plastic cheeks. Bridgette and Courtney both share an exasperated look while gently bouncing up and down to try to quiet the crying. But all the bouncing was doing was hurting Bridgette's stomach, since she had eaten a TON of junk food last night -- that was the surprise the guys had for the girls.

Everybody had eaten junk food, danced, and listened to music until about midnight. The short four hours of sleep did not go well with their rude awakening.

However, Izzy seemed full of energy. She leaped from Owen's top bunk and landed practically silently right next to Courtney. Izzy grabbed her baby, stuck her under her arm like a football, and climbed like a monkey back into Owen's bunk.

Finally, the babies slowly stopped crying. Well, all except Heather and Justin's baby. He kept crying as his parents continued their 'beauty sleep'. Chris barged into the cabin.

"Heather! Justin! You have failed as parents! You are out of the competition! Meanwhile, everybody else head to the mess hall!" Chris exclaims, running off.

Courtney shoves her 'baby' into Duncan's arms and yells after Chris, "Wait! What about our clothes?!"

Chris turns around and calls back, "The interns are still working to get them out of the rubbage! Just wear your pajamas!"

"Ugh!" Courtney huffs, taking the baby away from Duncan. Geoff and Duncan raise their eyebrows at each other, and the same thought passed between them: They were glad that their girlfriends had to wear their skimpy pajamas throughout the day… Just Soffe shorts and a cami left a lot to the imagination.

"Ready, babe?" Geoff asks, sliding his arm around Bridgette's waist. She smiles and they walk to the mess hall together. Luckily, their baby didn't make much noise.

In the mess hall, everybody was yawning, since it was so early in the morning. "Oatmeal!" Chef thunders, handing out rations of gloopy bran-mush. It was warm, and made their stomachs queasy by just looking at it.

"Feed it to the babies," Chris instructs. "Come to the mess hall any time of the day when your baby is hungry. If your kid goes without feeding, the contest is up."

Bridgette smiles and picks up a spoon, slowly feeding their baby. It was quite easy, really. She was already in a health class last year when she was in charge of a baby doll. She was used to it.

Owen, however, was eating most of the oatmeal. "One spoon for you…," Owen said, feeding the baby. "And a handful for Owen!" he exclaims, cramming a handful of nasty oatmeal into his bottomless-pit for a mouth. Izzy cackled.

Courtney leaned forward to listen to her baby's stomach as it gurgled. "Does that means it's full?" she asks Duncan, who shrugs.

"Sure. The bowl is practically empty. Let's ditch this hell-hole," he commands, picking up the baby and walking out. Courtney chases after him.

Owen's baby suddenly turns a gray color, and stops making noises. "Oh! Cool! Charades! This reminds me of one time, where I was trying to play charades with my great-aunt Marsha. She was in her wheelchair and she was dancing around. I was guessing everything! Movies, books, phrases, all of that stuff! But then the paramedics came and it turns out she was having a heart attack. Hahahahaha!" Izzy exclaims.

"Actually… I think your baby died," Gwen says monotonously.

"What?!" Owen shrieks.

"Well you did eat all it's food…," Trent explains calmly.

Owen breaks down sobbing. "Why-hy-hy-?! She was so young!!" he bawls.

"Owen! Izzy! You're out of the competition! Gee, at this rate, the competition will be done in no time," says Chris.

Later that afternoon, Duncan and Geoff were walking to the mess hall for more oatmeal. "Dude, Bridge is so… awesome," says Geoff. "She, like, knows all of this baby stuff! It kinda makes me feel inferior, you know?"

Duncan raises his eyebrows. 'Inferior' probably had to be the biggest word Geoff had ever said. "Yeah, man, I hear ya. Courtney is practically the best mother ever. Besides, you know, Bridgette, and, you know, judging that the dolls are fake…," Duncan explains.

"No, I understand. There's just something hot about a girl rocking a baby," Geoff sighs dreamily, clutching his cowboy hat nervously. His blond locks of hair fell from the top of his head into his eyes. Geoff runs a hand through his hair, propping it back in place.

Duncan casually looks over his shoulder at Courtney, who was sitting on the dock with Bridgette. Courtney throws her head back and laughs, keeping the baby steady in her lap, and the wind carries the high-pitched notes of her laugh to Duncan's ears. His insides flutter. Courtney catches Duncan's eye and she grins at him. He quickly turns around and runs a hand through his mohawk, embarrassed. "Yeah, dude… I know."

The guys walk into the mess hall and are soon walking back with small bowls of oatmeal. They sit next to the girls on the dock, and soon Courtney's baby is whimpering. Courtney lifts the baby girl up by her armpits, so she would be eye-level with her. "What is it?" Courtney asks.

Those butterflies from earlier must have hatched again in Duncan's stomach… And this time, they had brought friends. It was the same feeling Duncan got as when he saw a girl he liked petting and cuddling with a small puppy. Or when the girl would be laying in the grass and a butterfly would casually land on her open palm. Somehow, girls made everything simple look elegant and gorgeous.

"Ohh, crap," Courtney murmured. "Literally."

Duncan snapped out of his dream-like state and instantly smelled the shit in the baby's diaper. He wrinkled his nose, but still volunteered, "I'll change her."

"Seriously?" Courtney asks, looking disbelieving. Geoff looks at Duncan over Courtney's shoulder. Duncan nods.

"Yup. You've pretty much been the one caring for her. I'll do it. Promise," Duncan vows, picking up the baby and keeping a safe distance away from it.

Instantly, Geoff's baby's diaper fills with poop and Geoff groans, "Fuuuck." Geoff and Duncan were soon on their way to the communal bathrooms.

Courtney and Bridgette sigh with relief that the babies were gone, and they lay down on the dock. "The guys seem… strangely responsible," Courtney says, crossing her arms behind her head.

"I know!" Bridgette exclaims. "Maybe they're pulling a prank on us." They look at each other, and simultaneously say, "Nawww."

"But Geoff is such a party animal," Bridgette continues," Seeing his with our kid is sooo cute."

"Same here. I'm not sure what it is, but somehow, I always get shivers when I see Duncan carrying our baby," Courtney admits, a blush growing on her red cheeks.

"Seriously?" asks Bridgette.

"Yeah. My spine gets, like, shivers going up and down. It's weird. Then I hyperventilate a couple breaths and I finally calm down. It's just a bit strange seeing him with a baby. I guess I think his responsibility and… fatherly instinct pretty hot," Courtney explains.

"Dude," Geoff whispers to Duncan from behind the bushes near the beach. "Courtney admitted you make her hot. You totally have to get her to admit that to your face. That would be awesome!" Geoff gives Duncan a slight punch in the shoulder. Duncan smirks and, once again, the butterflies return.