"I don't care how sure you are it's a girl. It could still be a boy. We thought Lulu was a boy." Laura was trying to express to her sister-in-law that nothing was ever set in stone, so why was she met with a defiant stare?

"Luke thought Lulu was a boy. The rest of the family believed the sonogram." Bobbie pointed out.

"Yeah well." Laura wasn't going to win this one, was she? "I'm just saying, you might experiment with green..."

"You know you may have better luck with that argument with your own son. I don't think they know if it's a boy or girl yet." Bobbie pointed out with studied casualness as she folded the soft pink blanket decorated with purple bunnies.

"I don't think they want my advice on anything at the moment." Laura whispered running a hand over the side of the crib. It had taken an extra day, but the boys had finally gotten it together.

"Well can you blame them?" Bobbie asked gently.

"Bobbie, I thought you were on my side. You know as well as I that it'd be best for everyone involved if they provided my grandchildren with a stable environment."

"I think you have a point. But the kids have one as well." Bobbie looked at her sister-in-law with a knowing look. "They have only known each other for under a year Laura."

"I understand that. It's as the saying goes, 'If they're old enough to play adult games, they might as well act like adults.'"

"Which they are."

"No, they're acting like scared little children." Laura shook her head. "They're not thinking of any of this in future terms. What's to keep Elizabeth from taking this baby with her when she gets spooked or misunderstands or has a fight with Lucky?"

"And marriage prevents that?" Bobbie shook her head. "Laura how long have you lived in this town?"

"Almost twenty years." Laura responded. "I'm just asking her to think about it. I wasn't trying to imply that I wasn't happy. It's just so fast. I love Cameron, but a part of me still thinks it would have been better for my son if he had at least waited for love before bringing a baby into this world."

"His marrying Jess wouldn't have helped him. Tony didn't like Lucky from the second he saw him. And doesn't it matter for anything that he found love now?"

"Of course it matters." Laura snapped defensively. "Elizabeth is a lovely girl and I think the two of them could make it. But I've been wrong before and I watched how much it hurt my son when Jess died."

"Don't you think it would have been worse if he and Jess had been married?"

"I honestly don't know." Laura admitted.

Bobbie sat down in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. "Laura, I know you only want what is best for everyone, but you can't protect Lucky from every hurt."

"Why not? I told Luke I wasn't ready for him to come out when I went into labor. I needed more time to protect him." Laura recalled, brushing a tear off of her cheek.

"And Lucky didn't listen to you then either did he?" Bobbie laughed.

"No. He was so ready to come into the world he was almost two months early."

"And he thrived. Remember we joked after two weeks he was conning the other babies out of their blankets?"

"He hates me doesn't he? I know he does." Laura glanced down at her folded hands. "And I don't blame him at all. I would hate me too. I took something that should have been a wonderful moment and turned it into my own selfish agenda."

"You were surprised. I know why they told Cameron first. I just don't think they realized he can't keep a secret any better than his father." Bobbie reached out and touched Laura's shoulder. "I don't think he hates you. I doubt even Elizabeth would have been able to talk him into coming to the party the other day if he hated you."

"That was about you and Cruz, not me."

"But it was still at your house and he knew you were going to be there. Remember how he was going to skip his junior prom because Nikolas Cassadine was going to be that girl's date?"

"And she ended up with Lucky by the time they left." Laura smiled through her tears.

"But before that how many arguments did you have with him over it? Not even Patrick could convince him it was a dumb idea. He had to realize that on his own."

"Are you sure you're Luke Spencer's sister?" Laura gave her a funny look.

"So I'm told."

Emily rolled her eyes and tapped her fingers against the top of her knees, watching Logan tear apart the room bit by bit. He had been at it for a good hour and, if they were near anyone, she would have put a stop to it sooner, but there was no reason to do so now. She could scream bloody murder and no one would hear her out here. That's what made this location an optimum location for what they had planned. Two miles past the only road leading back to civilization provided both peace and protection. Not to mention that they could hear a pin drop or a leaf crush underfoot from anywhere in the house. There wasn't a way to sneak in or out of the place without one of them noticing.

"It's like I've told you a hundred times," she patronized, "he stopped being your brother the moment he started fucking your ex-wife. I should mop the floor with your head for all the trouble you've brought down on us."

"What do you mean?" Logan's obliviousness to what he had done, what he continued to do, made Emily want to shove his face through a plate-glass window, but she restrained herself. "You told me to scare Robin and that's exactly what I did."

Emily gave him a stern look. "You really expect me to believe you would have stopped at scaring her. Please. If she hadn't kicked your ass, you would have raped her eight ways to Sunday and you can bet we'd never have sex again."

"I can restrain myself. And she didn't kick my ass." Logan argued, pointing a finger in her direction.

"Right. Patrick kicked your ass, not Robin." Emily clarified cruelly.

"You knew my temper before you enlisted my help. I'm not some brain-dead enforcer with a gun. I believe that loser went straight to prison." Logan recalled, smiling at her darkening eyes.

"Watch your mouth. That enforcer just happened to be my brother." Emily reminded him.

"Yeah and he wasn't smart enough to keep from getting caught. I don't know how you can still talk to him though. He's a god damn pedophile." Logan went on.

"He's not a pedophile! There was no proof of anything like that!" Emily screamed at him.

"There's never proof where your brother is involved." Logan pointed out.

"That's because the District Attorney was out for blood. Her and Robin Scorpio's damn uncle." Emily raged.

"Isn't that what you're after?" Logan raised an inquisitive brow in her direction.

"I'm out for justice, that's what I'm after." Emily explained coolly, her expression once again placid. "And if I have to bring a few people down with me, I will."

"You are one messed up broad." Logan regarded her warily. "You might be a little more so than your brother."

"There's nothing to worry about. Everything is quickly falling into place." Emily told him.

"Only if we keep up this charade. You know Courtney would flip out if she knew I was in on this too." Logan reminded her.

"That's why we're not going to tell her, you moron." Emily snapped.

"Moron?" Logan shouted. "Moron, huh? Well this moron could, at any time, walk out that door and go straight to the police."

"No, you won't." Emily countered, closing the space between them. "Because, if you do," she went on in a cold whisper, "I'll have no further use for you. Besides, who would believe you anyway? I can do no wrong as far as this town's concerned."

"I wouldn't want to mess up a good thing." Logan assured her, dropping his hands to her waist and lifting her off of her feet. "Just don't call me a moron."

"Did you pick up everything that was on the list?" Emily asked quietly. She brushed her thumb softly across his bottom lip.

"Yeah and a few extra things too. But the other two don't have to know about it." He reached into the lone brown paper bag he had dropped on the counter and pulled out a shiny black gun.

"Don't point that thing at me." Emily scolded him, pushing the gun to the right. "It looks real enough."

"It is real." Logan emphasized. "And it should keep the kids in line in case they try to escape."

Emily pushed away from him until he released his hold on her and turned her back to him. "I don't like the idea of a gun being involved."

"Too bad. I don't do this without a gun." Logan informed her.

"What if one of them gets a hold of it?" Emily challenged, folding her arms across her chest and turning her head to the side so their eyes locked.

"I'll keep the safety on." Logan promised.

"Do you even have a license to carry that thing?" Emily wanted to know.

"You're lecturing me on laws and restrictions? You?" He chuckled. "Need I remind you that you broke into my brother's apartment, you cut Robin's brake lines, and you're plotting to take—?" Logan was cut off by Emily placing her hand over his mouth.

"Shh. Call me paranoid, but I don't think we should discuss it this close to what we're about to do." Emily cautioned.

"About to do? You say it like we're striking tomorrow." It was Logan's turn to roll his eyes.

Emily pulled her hand away from his mouth since even it couldn't silence him and knocked on his forehead. "Hello? There is no rest for the wicked. Now put that gun away and let's go upstairs." She suggested, reaching for his hand.