Tony whistled as he continued dusting the lampshade in the living room. I refuse to be affected by the soothsayer's visions for all I know the gang could have put her into it to get me to propose to Angela but no siree, no one can tell me what to do. I'll tell Angela in my own time. Besides, how can a workaholic, conservative, home-body like Angela find time to meet a man, much less get herself pregnant.

"Dad, didn't you hear what I just said? I said I'm going to Cabo San Lucas for the weekend" said Samantha.

"I heard you," said Tony, still whistling and dusting the shelves without looking at Samantha.

Samantha looked at her Uncle Philly seated at the living room drinking soda. He shrugged his shoulders in response.

"I'm going there with my schoolmate Sean. It's just the two of us," repeated Samantha.

"That's good honey. Have fun," replied Tony absent-mindedly.

Samantha was shocked. She rushed to her Uncle Philly's side. "What's happening to my dad?"

"He's worried that Angela's found herself a boyfriend and that he may get her pregnant and live happily ever after," said Philly matter-of-factly.

Tony turned to them and pointed his feather duster at Philly. "I heard that. I'm not worried! How can Angela have a baby, she doesn't know any handsome blond."

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Samantha opened the door. Philly and Tony gaped in surprise as a tall, blond stranger stepped in and greeted them with a disarming smile.

"Hello! Is Angela ready? Tell her that Brandon is here."

As though on cue, Angela came down the stairs in her black leather pants, white cardigan top and bishop-sleeve grey sweater, and black ankle boots, carrying a suitcase which Brandon immediately took from her.

Samantha touched her long drape Vera Wang chain necklace. "Love the accessory," said Sam.

"Wh...wh..where are you going?" asked Tony.

"We're staying for a couple of nights at the Stoweflake Mountain Resort. We'll work on a promotional campaign for the hotel. We better go now, Brandon. Tony, make sure Billy drinks his vitamins and sleeps early," answered Angela.

Angela kissed Sam good bye and waved goodbye to Tony and Philly. They were both stunned that they were not able to reply. When they both got back to their senses, Philly stared at Tony and warned, "you're dead meat, Tony. The prophecy shall take place."

"Not if I can help it," vowed Tony.

He was debating whether to tell Angela how he felt before it's too late or to wait till she gets back from her trip to Vermont. By then it might be too late. Tony quickly finished his chores and drove up to the Stoweflake Mountain Resort to see Angela.

"Good evening, may I have the room number of Angela Bower?" he asked the front desk politely.

"I'm sorry, sir. We can't just give out the room numbers of our guests," replied the front desk apologetically.

Think fast, Tony. You can't let this night by without talking to Angela. "I'm also your guest. I'm Mr. Bower. Unfortunately, my cellular phone just ran out of batteries before my wife can tell me our room number," explained Tony.

"Room 1525, the grand suite," replied the front desk. Another front desk clerk interrupted them in confusion.

"Mr. Bower? Didn't you just go inside the room?"

Mr. Bower? Is there a man in the suite with Angela that they mistook for Mr. Bower? I thought she was going to work. It's a good thing I came when I did.

"I happen to have left the key. Can you spare me another one?" pleaded Tony with his puppy dog look.

The other clerk took pity on Tony and gave him another key, not hearing Tony's previous excuse to the other clerk of not knowing his wife's room, contradicting his current excuse of leaving the key inside the room.

Tony's heart beat was beating faster by the second as the lift ascended to the 15th floor. He still didn't know what to tell Angela. All he knew was he didn't want her to end up with another man.

As he approached Room 1525 he heard a man and a woman's voice giggling from inside the room. Suddenly visions of Angela in the arms of another man filled his mind. He lost all sanity and burst into the room. He found Brandon bending forward kissing a woman torridly in his arms. He ran towards him, tore him from the woman in his arms, and yelled furiously.

"Take your filthy hands off her. She may be naive but it doesn't mean she'll jump right into bed with you with your empty promises and foolish sweet-nothings!"

Brandon was more surprised than angry. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Sherry, who is this man?"

Tony transferred his glance from Brandon to the woman. He was horrified and speechless to see it was not Angela.

"I don't know, honey. Who is he?" answered Sherry.

Suddenly the connecting door to the suite burst open. "Brandon! Sherry! Is everything alright? I thought I heard a commotion," said Angela worriedly as she stepped inside the room.

"Tony!" she exclaimed.

"Angela!" exclaimed Tony in unison.

"What are you doing here?" asked Angela in confusion.

"I...I... thought this was your room. The front desk said 1525," replied Tony in bewilderment.

"Daddy...mommy..." twin girls in Mickey Mouse nightgowns, wiping sleep from their eyes emerged from the room of the suite.

"Go back to bed. Mommy and daddy just have some visitors," said Sherry.

"We exchanged rooms. I moved to 1523, the junior suite next door. Brandon's wife Sherry surprised him with their children. He needed the 1 bedroom suite more than I do," said Angela.

"I didn't know your boyfriend is so protective of you," observed Brandon good-naturedly.

"Oh he's not my boyfriend. He's my house-keeper," smiled Angela.

"Your house-keeper?" uttered Brandon in disbelief.

"Not for long, Angela. Not for long," muttered Tony under his breath.

"What did you say, Tony?" smiled Angela.

"Oh nothing, I said we should give this couple their privacy and let's go inside your room."

Angela and Tony said their good-nights and stepped into Angela's suite. She gave Tony a knowing smile as she closed the connecting door behind her.

"What are you smiling at?" asked Tony sheepishly.

"What in the world possessed you to burst into their room like that? Oh Tony..." laughed Angela.

Tony grimaced. "Fine...go ahead and laugh... you just don't know how worried I was..."

He was making hand gestures as he explained but when he turned around to face Angela, he found himself inches from her, her lips just above his own. With a step and he could have her in his arms.

"What were you worried about, Tony," whispered Angela ardently.

Tony stared ardently into her eyes, unable to contain his feelings. He held her shoulders with both hands, contemplating to crush her into his arms and kiss her senseless...

"I was worried you'd be with a man... They said you were in the room with Mr. Bower..." whispered Tony passionately.

As he started to descend his lips towards hers, a voice rang out from under the bed covers.

"She is with a man...in the same room and the same bed with Mr. Bower!"

Tony felt like he was doused with cold water. He released Angela. An embarrassing smile crept on her lips as she turned a shade of pink.

"Jonathan! What are you doing here?" exclaimed Tony in disbelief and embarrassment.

"Uhm... he sprained his ankle skiing and so he rushed to his mommy to make him feel better," smiled Angela.

"What! You're 16 Jonathan for crying out loud..." shrieked Tony.

"Why, can't a son rush to his mother when his hurt...oh mom, my terribly aching ankle" cried Jonathan.

Angela smiled at Tony and moved into the bed with Jonathan, cradling him into her arms, "Oh my poor baby..."

The blond...it was Jonathan.

Jonathan gave an exaggerated yelp of pain and let his mother hugged him as he gave Tony a jeering smile.

Tony gave Jonathan an exasperated look. Tony's cellular phone rang. It was Philly. He was asking Tony how were things.

Tony replied with a gruff, "Yup, the prophecy was all real...it all came true...except for one...there won't be any babe in the womb."