"Hey, you're awake. And baby-less." Andrew turned around while stirring something around in the pot.

"For awhile." She stood by the stove, taking in a deep breath. "I was actually thinking of going out for a little while."

"Okay, I was just working on something light for dinner, since we ate so much earlier."

"I should be back for dinner, but I think right now there's someone I need to see."

"This person wouldn't be Hank, would it?" He licked at his finger, with an amused expression on his face. She sighed, turning back around. "Hank and a few other friends."

"Then I have a feeling you'll be needing these." He reached into his pocket, tossing her his keys.

"Thanks! I almost feel like I'm back in high school again."

"Except you're not. You're a former executive-level hospital administrator, who is helping people around the world. You should be proud of what you've accomplished."

"Of course I'm proud of what I've accomplished."

Her brother shot her a very confused glance. "Then why don't you look very happy about it?"

"I'll let you know when I find out." Walking the short distance, Jill walked to the car. No sooner had she unlocked the door, did a sharp pain rip through her abdomen. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was enough to make her feel slightly out of breath as she hopped into the car.

The dull ache lingered as she drove into the neighboring street. Luckily, it didn't take more than ten minutes to get to his cottage house. However, her nerves kept her from going up to Hank's door, announcing that she was back in the Hamptons for the week and that something wasn't quite right with her.

Before anyone could come out and realize that she was there, Jill promptly started the car and promptly went back the way she had come. Instead, she took another way towards town and parked in the chaos of people walking through stores.

In fact, it had been awhile since she window shopped anywhere. Then she saw it, the familiar banner, labeled Stella and Kate. Stella was a patient of Hank Med, who they found out had been suffering from a rare, but serious disorder of the skin and mucous membranes called Stephen-Johnson's syndrome.

Since she was avoiding Hank, it wouldn't hurt to drop in for a moment. As she got out, her pink top rustled in the wind and the bell above the door announced her arrival.

"Hi, welcome to Stella and Kate." Kate announced as she turned from stocking the shelf nearest the back wall. "You were here when I-"

"When you punctured your foot with the drill bit. Yes, I remember that day well."

"As do I." Kate mentioned, fighting back a grin as she placed the empty box behind the counter. " I even have the scar to prove it." Jill laughed, wincing slightly as she leaned up against the counter. "So what brings you by?"

"Well, I was in town and decided that I would do a little window shopping."

"And you thought that you would check up on us while you were out and about." Stella chimed in, walking towards the front of the store. "Jill, right?"

Jill nodded. "Hi, Stella."

"Hi." Stella greeted back pleasantly. "So you still working for Hank Med?"

"I was actually the hospital administrator for Hamptons Heritage. And Hank doesn't know I'm back in town yet."

"Oh." Kate came back from behind the counter. "So what brings you back from Africa?"

"My brother's wedding."

"Is your brother younger or older?" Stella inquired, moving a few products around on the middle shelf.

"Older. By about three years."

Stella chuckled. "Ah, I completely understand. I have two of them."

"Speaking of weddings, I should probably try to find a dress to wear."

"What are the colors the bride and groom chose for their wedding?" Kate inquired, now standing next to Jill.

Hesitating slightly, Jill crossed her hand over her stomach. "Uh, brown, pink and white."

"Oh pretty. You should try Royals." Kate pointed across the street to a shop that was just adjacent to their shop. "They just opened up their dress shop a couple months ago."

"Thank you so much." Jill added with much appreciation. So much that she turned around and gave them a small wave before exiting the building.

She had managed to avoid all her family's probing questions by stretching on about her work in Africa. However, doing so had her exhausted her. Her stomach was bothering her more than usual, but she figured the typical reason was that she had traveled clear across the world to spend time with her family, which probably hadn't been the best way to go about coming back to the Hamptons. The longer she spent here, the more her family wanted to know about.

With that, she fell into a deep sleep only to be awoken by the cries of her niece. She half expected someone to get up, but no one did. After about five minutes of crying, Jill now felt awake enough that she padded down the hall into the nursery.

"Hey, little one. You really don't sleep through the night, do you?" As she reached down to grab her niece out of the crib, Jill felt a little more prominent twinge through her stomach. Things were beginning to make sense, but still the stubbornness inside kept her from saying anything to anyone—especially Hank.

She sat down in the rocking chair, the padding slipping back as she began to rock. However, the pressure of sitting made her stomach feel worse, not to mention the rocking made her feel even queasier than usual. "Let's try sleeping on the bed and not in a rocking chair, shall we?"

Padding back down the hall, Jill quietly walked back to the hall with Ava resting on her chest. They slowly sunk down into the bed and she rubbed her niece's back. "I'm sure going to miss you when I leave." She whispered, staring up at a darkened ceiling. The warmth of the covers over her feet and of the baby on top of her, she eventually fell into a deep sleep.

"Morning." Carina stretched underneath the sheets, before rolling over and kissing her husband on his lips.

"Good morning." He kissed her back, then looked at the clock that read that it was nearly eight o'clock. "We should start getting ready, since Ernie is getting married around eleven."

"I guess we should." She listened to the silence of the house. "You know what we haven't heard all night?"

"What?"

"Our daughter. It seems she finally slept through the night."

"That would be wonderful if she really is sleeping through the night. But you know that we can't rule that out yet. She's just barely three months old."

She kissed him on his temple, before slipping out of bed. "I'm going to check on her." She smiled as he grabbed her hand, pulling her back in for one more kiss. "Why don't you shower, I'll get breakfast ready." She mentioned as she slipped out the bedroom door.

As she passed, the door to Mason's room was ajar. His room had been long been abandoned, with his sheets tangled over the side of the bed. When she got to the nursery, the blanket had been folded and placed neatly in the middle of the crib. However, the faint sound of cartoons and giggles sounded from downstairs and she knew where her kids were."

"Hey, how long have you been up?"

Jill looked at the watch on her wrist. "About an hour."

"I am so sorry. Did they wake you?"

Jill waved it off, then turned her body so her arm was resting on the back of the couch. "No, actually I got up before them."

"Oh, well as long as they didn't wake you."

"Nope. I had Ava with me most of the night. She pretty much woke up when I did and never went back to sleep. Mason came down about thirty minutes ago, so I put on a cartoon for him."

"That's good, considering that she almost never sleeps through the night." Cracking an egg into a silver bowl, Carina watched the screen for a moment. "He loves Mickey Mouse, by the way."

"I did too when I was a kid, except I watched most of them in black and white."

"Me too."

Jill turned back to watch the TV show, her hand pressed against her stomach. "Need any help over there?"

"No. You are a guest in this house, so enjoy resting while you can."