"Young Spielberg, Luke Spencer here," a familiar voice told me over the phone the next day. "Look, I'm back in town, and I need to talk to you. Can you meet me down at the piers in 15 minutes?"

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and looked down at Lulu. It was early the next morning, and we had been up late looking through a book of baby names. Excitement from the appointment had left her unable to sleep, which means I was unable to sleep as well. She had decided that I would go through whatever she went through, and since I was still wrapped up in the magic of seeing our child for the first time, I agreed.

How much will she remember?

"I'll be there," I said before hanging up the phone. The last time Luke and I spoke had not been pretty. I was still reeling from everything surrounding the pregnancy, and at that point, she was still planning on aborting the baby. Lulu spoke to him every so often, usually leaving the room to get her privacy. I was sure that he knew everything and my curiosity was piqued as usual by Luke's mysterious call.

Lulu stirred next to me. Yawning, she sat up and raked her fingers through her hair. "Who was that? You'll be where?"

"Oh, it was just a friend from economics class," I lied. I felt bad for not telling her the truth, but something told me that I needed to wait to tell her Luke was back in town. She obviously didn't know or she would have told me by now. "He needs to borrow my notes from class last week. I'm going to meet him down at the docks."

"Okay," she replied sleepily. I reached over and kissed her forehead absently before crawling out of bed. She leaned against the headboard and watched me dress quickly, smiling as I struggled to force my foot into one of her socks. "Doesn't fit," she giggled as I looked at the pink argyle in confusion.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," I promised. I leaned down to kiss her head again but she pulled me close to her body and into a deep kiss. I moaned with appreciation against her lips, her fingers playing with the baby hairs at the nape of my neck.

"Hurry home," she implored. "Oh, and can you bring me back some breakfast from Kelly's? I am craving Mike's pancakes. And sausage."

"Pancakes and sausage, got it," I told her with one last kiss.

I really wanted you back. But I was scared, too…And if you came out of it, I'm so afraid that you wouldn't want me as a daughter anymore. I just -- I wish -- I miss you.

Exactly fifteen minutes after hanging up with Luke, I arrived at the docks. Luke was leaning casually against the fence, tapping his foot in an erratic rhythm. "Hello, Dillon," he greeted me.

"What brings you back to town, Luke?" I asked cautiously.

He smiled at me with the mischievous glint he was so famous for. "My daughter. She told me everything. I suppose congratulations are in order."

"We're happy, Luke. She made the right decision for everyone, including herself. I hope you can see that."

"What I can see is that she is happy. That is all that matters to me."

"Then why did you call me down here?"

"I need your help with my daughter," he explained.

"I would do anything for Lulu."

"I know you would," he stated. "Anyhow, Robin Scorpio and Patrick Drake talked to me a few weeks ago about this experimental drug treatment for Laura. I've been in Paris talking to a doctor for the last few weeks about the medication. That's why I was gone."

"That sounds hopeful."

"Maybe, I mean it's pretty much her only chance. The side effects are unknown, and it is possible that it could kill her," he continued. "I know it sounds risky, but I think that Laura would want to take the chance if she could speak for herself. We need her here, and I'd like to think that she needs us."

He also thought we would get our hopes up, and I did. I kept picturing her the way that she used to be.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask timidly.

"I don't want to tell the children. They're already going through so much," he answered. "Lulu needs to be focused on this baby, to keep the stress as far away from her as she can. Lucky is working on his recovery, and Nikolas has his child and Alexis to worry about."

"Okay…"

"I need you to take care of her, Dillon," he pleaded. "If something happens with this and it goes the wrong way, she is going to need you more than ever. She's going to be angry at me, and you are going to have to be there for her to help her get through it."

I was already imagining being with her again.

"I will be there as long as Lulu will have me, Luke."

He nodded. "You're going to ask her to marry you."

"What?"

"You want to propose."

I looked at him. "How did you know?"

"The way you look when you speak of her," he replied confidently. "It's the way I looked at Laura. It's the way I still look at Laura."

"I love her, Luke."

"And she loves you. Don't lose that."

"I'm going to fight like hell not to."

"Then you two will be just fine," he declared.

My phone rang from my pocket. I pulled it out to see Lulu's name flashing on the screen. "Speaking of which," I murmured as I flipped it open. "Hey, babe."

"I want some eggs, too," she said. "Oh, and maybe a cinnamon roll or two."

"Anything else?" I laughed.

"Just whatever you're going to eat."

"I'll be home within the hour."

"Okay, don't forget my food."

"I love you, too."

"Oh, I love you," she giggled before ending the call.

"Food demands," I explained to Luke.

He smiled knowingly. "I remember those. With Lucky, Laura couldn't get enough hardboiled eggs and peanut butter."

"What about Lulu?"

"Instant macaroni and cheese and strawberry frozen yogurt," he told me. I could tell that he was lost in the past. "She couldn't stand the smell of fish. It made her absolutely sick. I think the things that made her sick were more important to remember than the things she craved."

"I'll have to remember that."

"She is so much like her mother," he mused. "In all the best ways, she is Laura's daughter."

"There is some of you in there too," I replied.

"There's that too," he laughed. "She's a Spencer. My children, Laura, they all live up to the last name. Your baby will, too."

What am I going to say?

"Well, I better get going. You know how she gets when she is hungry."

"I'll be in touch."

"Later," I said as I started up the stairs.

"Hey, Dillon!" he called out.

"Yeah?"

"Take care of our babies, huh?"

"I will, Luke," I promise. "I will."