"Lucky?" Morgan pulled up his Spiderman mask to look at his older cousin. "Have you seen Robin? Or Patrick?" He had told Patrick weeks ago he was going to be Spiderman for Halloween but Patrick hadn't believed him. Robin had said Patrick was just joking, but Morgan wasn't sure. Just in case, he was going to make sure Patrick saw him in his Spiderman outfit.

Lucky shook his head. "Not in a bit. But I tell you what. When I see them, I'll yell for you, ok?"

Morgan nodded seriously and pulled his mask back down. He had to get back to the party. It was almost time for cake. There was no way he was going to be late for cake with Patrick around.

"Yell for Morgan. Yell at Patrick. It's all the same right?" Lucky asked.

Elizabeth shot him the best quizzical look she could underneath the mask that covered her eyes. "I know you don't actually require a reason to yell at your cousin, but dare I ask why you are planning on doing that?"

"First he spent the past week bragging about his costume. Haven't seen it yet, the coward. And if I know him, he's the reason Robin is missing. So either she'll be down here crying and stealing you away for girl talk or they are off having adult fun and leaving me to distract Morgan and the rest of the Quartermaines from their missing status."

Closing her eyes, Elizabeth shook her head in exasperation. "You so need therapy."

Lucky snorted. "Says the woman who is convinced my boss hates her."

"Lucky come on. He does. I mean look at how I'm dressed." She waved her hands, gesturing to her outfit. "What would you think if you met someone dressed like this?"

"Damn he's a lucky guy?"

Elizabeth glared at him. "Not helping."

Lucky shrugged his shoulders. "I thought you wanted honesty. You got it."

"You do realize you are impossible right?" Elizabeth walked off, determined to find the nearest corner and die of embarrassment. It was bad enough he ambushed her with meeting his boss. The dirty sneak hadn't even given her the slightest warning they would be coming to the party. But then he had to go off and talk to Ned alone, leaving her with Lois. Alone.

Making small talk with Ned had been a daunting enough prospect. The way Lucky talked about the other man, she would have thought he had hung the moon. Ned had seemed nice enough, even if he had done a double take when her outfit registered with him. But at least she could have talked vaguely about music with him.

But Lois? She had no clue what to talk to Lois about. All Lucky ever mentioned in connection with her was Brooklyn, Coney Island, and feeding Cameron. Cameron probably would have been a good topic, but Elizabeth had recognized the look in Lois's eyes. It was the same one Laura had. If she said too much, those two would have her married before Christmas.

Lucky raced to catch her. "Come here." He laughed as he grabbed her around her waist, pulling her close to him. He nuzzled the back of her neck. "They totally loved you. Lois wouldn't have let us leave together if she hated you."

"So you say." Damn it, why did her resolve always weaken when he touched her?

"So I know." One step forward in the self-esteem department, twelve steps back. That was his girl.

"Well shave my head and call me Shirley!" Luke exclaimed, catching the young couple off guard. His presence had always demanded attention and tonight was no different. Decked out in a leaf-green shirt with jagged sleeves and green tights, his costume could not have been complete without his matching green hat and bright red feather sticking out the back.

"Luke!" Elizabeth exclaimed and jumped out of Lucky's embrace. "I didn't see you there."

"He's hard to miss." Lucky muttered under his breath.

"What's that Junior? You wanted to come as the dog but couldn't part with your hippie outfit?" Luke challenged, folding his arms across his chest.

"Nice tights." Lucky responded coolly. "Get them from Mom or Lulu?"

"I found them in your old room actually." Luke smirked. "Remember your Peter Pan phase? How long did that last again? A year? Two?"

"Would you quit pestering them!" Laura called from the doorway, quickly making her way over to where they were standing. She had her hair pulled back in a bun and shoved neatly under a brown wig. The baby blue dress she wore stopped just above her knees displaying a pair of blue flats.

"Laura. You look lovely." Elizabeth sighed in relief. At least with Laura nearby there was a slim chance Luke and Lucky would behave themselves. Slim but it was there.

"Yes Mom. You look far too good for the likes of him." Lucky smirked as he went to kiss her cheek.

"Oh now. My, what a fantastic costume!" Laura responded, trying her hardest to figure out who exactly Elizabeth was supposed to be.

"Thank you. It was Robin's idea really." Elizabeth tugged again at the side of the outfit. She was never listening to her friend again.

"I was only making sure he wouldn't look like a wimp when he finally gets to go for a ride with his Grandpa." Luke grumbled, tugging on the wig so that it dipped over Laura's eyes.

"Elvis is still in the building." Lucky pointed over to the crowd that was starting form around Lance.

Moving his gaze to his father, Lucky squinted his eyes. "And he's not getting on that bike."

"The hell you say." Luke whispered. "Ooh presents!"

"Not for you old man." Lucky pointed out.

"Old? Did he just call me old?" Luke looked over at his wife who had her hand cupped over her mouth clearly trying to hold back a giggle. "Well. I think I'll just go hang out with my good buddy Lance."

"He's about in your mental age range. Go ahead." Lucky clapped his father on the back.

When Luke was out of hearing range, Laura smacked Lucky on the back of the head. "You know how sensitive he is about his age."

Elizabeth followed it up with a slap of her own. "He's your father."

"Ow. What is this, pick on Lucky day?" He massaged the back of neck.

"Yes." Elizabeth and Laura managed in unison.

"I think I liked it better when you were scared of her." Lucky muttered toward Elizabeth.

"I thought you wanted us to get to know each other." Elizabeth affected a mock pout.

"Scared of me?" Laura frowned. "What's there to be scared of? I only want what's best for my children...and their children."

"Mom!" Lucky yelped as a blush crossed Elizabeth's features.

"What? You said you wanted me to be honest." Laura shot back.

"When? When did I say that? I had to be drunk or lying." Lucky demanded.

"Don't use that tone with me Lucas Lorenzo Spencer, or I'll drag you out of here by your ear." Laura warned, her steady tone never wavering.

"You've got to teach me how to do that." Elizabeth stated in awe.

"How should I respond, Son, since I'm obviously not saying what you would like me to? Should I let you drive me home too, just to make sure I don't get lost?"

"Mom. You know I didn't mean it like that." Lucky pleaded. "I'm sorry."

"I'm going to go say hello to my grandson now." Laura answered calmly, moving past him.

"I really messed that up didn't I?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "She'll probably make you sweat for a bit, but I bet she's was laughing the entire time on the inside."

"This is one of those female things I don't understand isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"So I was right?" Cruz posed the question carefully, but was unable to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. They were the last ones to arrive, something he was sure everyone would notice right away. Let them say something. He didn't care.

"About what?" Bobbie wondered.

"That we're having a daughter. When will you learn that I am all-knowing?" Cruz sighed, looping his arms around her so that his hands were covering her round stomach. They had made it almost halfway. Last night had been the first time he had actually felt their little baby kick. He had been sound asleep and Bobbie had slept, as she always did, pressed up against his back. It both startled and pleased him. The sonogram pictures hadn't been near good enough. For a while there, he had thought maybe Bobbie was giving birth to an alien.

"One thing. You were right about one thing. Don't let it go to your head." She laughed, squeezing his hands.

"Accept it or not, sweetie, but the universe had shifted." Cruz went on, keeping her rooted in her spot for just a moment longer. They had a house full of guests to encounter and he wanted to keep her all to himself.

"Only in your deluded mind, my love." Bobbie leaned her head back on his shoulder for just a minute. "Enough stalling. We need to go in."

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Cruz took her right hand in his and led her into the living room. Immediately, some familiar faces stood up to greet them. The trick was to not get overwhelmed. The Spencers knew about their relationship, but the Quartermaines and Scorpios looked a little confused. He decided to just smile and not let go of Bobbie's hand.

"Grandma!" Lance's excited yell reached them first. The energetic birthday boy ran to greet them. "Hi Cruz! You're in time for cake!"

"There's still cake left?" Cruz asked incredulously as he and Bobbie made their way over to Lucky and Elizabeth.

"Well I don't see Patrick around just yet." Bobbie noticed.

"Pick me up!" Lance ordered, latching his fingers around Bobbie's wrist. A stern look from Dillon prompted him to add, "Please."

"I'm sorry sweetie..." Bobbie started. Dr. Lansing had been explicit in her avoiding heavy lifting. "I can't."

"You see, Lance," Cruz figured he might as well get used to this parenting stuff. He bent down in front of the small blonde, effortlessly easing his little hands from around Bobbie's wrists. "The doctor just doesn't think it's a good idea for your grandma to pick up anything. It's not good for your aunt." He wasn't sure if they had told Lance about the baby or not, but he couldn't think of a better way to explain it without the situation ending in a temper fit.

Lance screwed his face up in a questionable pout. "But how did she get in there?" he asked.

"Lance! Look, you missed some presents!" Dillon pointed out quickly.

"Just a second Daddy." Lance responded. "I have to figure this out."

"She wanted to be here in time for your birthday." Cruz told him, winning a warm smile from Bobbie for the effort.

"Cruz, I beg of you. Just drop this." Dillon begged.

"Did you say presents, Daddy?" Lance's eyes lit up.

"Yeah sport. Over there by Cameron."

"Cam," Lance scolded softy. "I love you Buddy, but those are my presents."

"Lance." Lucas warned.

"I was just watching them." Cameron explained with his hands on his hips. "Grandpa was getting too close to them."

"Cameron..." Lucky called out to his son as he made his way over to table.

"Was not." Luke pouted.

"Was too." Cameron pointed out.

"Luke." Laura whispered.

"Luke, really? Picking on a little boy." Robin shook her head in mock dismay.

"Flame ON!" Patrick yelled from the foyer.

"Are you serious?" Lucky managed before he fell to the ground laughing. "The Flame?"

"The Human Torch actually. And you're just jealous because you didn't think of it first." Patrick declared stepping into the living room in a bright red superhero suit complete with a fire-orange belt.

"Oh yeah. I'll miss all the flame jokes." Lucky managed. "Dad didn't exhaust his supply at Lucas and Dillon's wedding."

Morgan caught sight of Patrick's costume, a giggle sounding from behind his mask. Lifting the plastic on top of his head like a discarded pair of sunglasses, he asked, "Did the Kool-Aid Man throw up on you?"

"Morgan." Though Robin meant to get onto him for being rude, it was obvious to Patrick and the rest of the crowd that she was having a difficult time keeping a straight face.

"Cats, hippies, and now this." Luke shook his head. "And I thought tights would be something new."

"Did I hear someone mention cake?"