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CHAPTER THREE: Is she or isn't she?

There's a story of a man name … Bobby (bet you thought I was gonna say Brady!)

"We're having Triplets again, Doc? Are you sure, because the last time you only saw one then you saw the other two. Are you sure that isn't just one huge baby? I'm mean look at me … I'm not a shrinking violet!"

"Calm down Mr. Goren. The most important thing here is that, Alex is healthy and the babies are healthy."

"Calm down? Calm down? Healthy is great Doc, but winning the lotto would be great too … do you know how much it cost to put one kid through college, let alone six?"

"Maybe you should have thought about that every time you were jumping your wife's bones."

"WHAT! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?"

"Bobby, wake-up … please honey … you're scaring me. BOBBY!"

Bobby finally starts to move. He grabs for his head and felt a great pressure on his chest … it's Alex … she has both hands planted there and has the look of panic in her eyes. He reaches up and places the strands of hair behind her ears. She leans back in relief then slugs him.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Passing out like a little girl that just saw Shaun Cassidy."

"Who?"

"Never mind. Are you alright?"

"Yeah … are you?"

"I don't know … I guess I could take a home pregnancy test, but I think it's too early."

"Maybe we should take you to the Doctors."

"No way … we have a houseful of people coming including your new found family … we have work to do."

Alex couldn't help notice the smile that came across Bobby's face when she mentioned his new family and even though they came from Mark Ford Brady's world, he was happy to find them. They welcomed him with open arms and accepted him into their family not unlike the Eames clan did long ago. She got that warm and fuzzy feeling for her husband … his happiness was a long time coming … it was finally here and she planned on doing everything in her power to keep it that way.

"That's all well and good, Alex, but we maybe having Triplets again … we should go have an ultrasound done."

"Babe … did you hit your head when you passed out like a little girl?"

Bobby tilted his head and made a face at his wife. He picked himself off of the floor brushed himself off … never taking his eyes or smirk off Alex … and marched himself back into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee.

"Hey, where's my cup."

He shakes his head. "Not until you pee on a stick."

"Screw that … I need my coffee!"

She heads over to the counter to pour herself a cup. He jumps up to try and wrestle it away from her. He has his arms wrapped around her from behind and they're struggling … they're laughing, but she's elbowing him at the same time because she really wants her coffee.

Liz walks in.

"Excuse me … I did knock." She dangles her key.

Bobby and Alex stop struggling and turn to see Alex's sister Liz standing in the doorway.

Simultaneously, "Hi."

"Hello … what's going on? Why are you manhandling my sister, Goren?"

"I'm not … we were ahh …"

"Fighting over the last cup of coffee, Liz. We were just fooling around."

"Oh … okay, because I wouldn't want to have to hurt you, Bobby?"

Bobby decided to ignore the remark and let Alex have her coffee. No sense letting on about the possible pregnancy yet and he was in no mood for his sister-in-law.

"I'm going grocery shopping … can I count you and Nate in for the cookout?"

"Yeah, we'll be there, but Matt will be out of town so it's just the two of us."

He decided to let that go too. Their marriage was rocky, he knew it but it was best left handled sister to sister … he figured that's why Liz was there … she needed to bend Alex's ear. He made himself scarce.

"He had a funny look on his face … was I interrupting something other than the last cup of coffee?"

"No, no … we were discussing the cookout and who was coming."

"Who is coming?"

"His sister and her family … you know the ones that he went out to visit."

"Brady's family?"

"No … Bobby's family."

"Okay, but what do we really know about them, Sis."

"What I know is my husband is happy to have them in his life … that's enough."

"Her father was a serial rapist murderer."

"And my husband's?"

"That's different."

"How?"

"We've known Bobby for nearly nine years … he wouldn't hurt a fly."

"You do know that he's a cop … right?"

Liz starts to laugh and shakes her head in the negative.

"You know … I do forget that. The way he is with the kids … so loving and gentle. I just can't imagine him being a big brute."

Now it's Alex's turn to laugh. "He isn't a big brute, Liz. He does his best to talk people down before he has to use force … he's good like that."

"He can't talk me down! Alex rolls her eyes. I know I can give him a hard time, but you know I love him and I think you're very lucky, Lex." Liz's eyes start to water.

"Lizzy … did you want to talk about Matt?"

Liz begins to cry. Through her sobs, she says … "No … I just wanted to find out if you wanted me to make the potato salad for the cookout?"

With the thought of potato salad, Alex goes running for the bathroom. Here we go again?

I will not have her pee on a stick until ............................................ my Forth of July story! It could be the stomach flu! Thanks for reading, Judy