"This is completely uggo." Elizabeth declared, putting back the wildly patterned shapeless shirt back on the rack. "I may be pregnant, but I am not blind."

"And neither are the rest of us." Robin shoved the skirt further into the mess of hangers.

"I always dress with you in mind Robin. Always." Elizabeth teased, reaching for a lilac sweater and a stripped collared shirt. "Better?"

"Much." Robin emphasized.

"So Alexis is really going to be ok?" Elizabeth asked as she grimaced at the sight of the elastic pants. They could try all they wanted but the tops of maternity pants would never be cute, she decided. She felt guilty for not being there with Robin during the entire surgery process. She had been just a few floors away during some of it and never even knew.

"She's out of the woods. I don't know if that means she's going to be okay." Robin answered uncertainly. "They're letting her go home."

"That has to be a good sign. Surely they would keep her if she wasn't going to be okay. No insurance company could be that bad."

Robin laughed as Elizabeth had meant for her to. "It's amazing to me that you even need this stuff. You're tiny as it is. I figured you'd gain maybe five pounds."

"I know I'm a fat blimp. You don't need to rub it in Tiny Tim."

"Oh, that's not what I meant at all." Robin insisted. She had seen pre-hormones Elizabeth and she was scared.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I'm just totally all over the place and I know I sound crazy." Elizabeth paused to hold up a simple black dress to add to her pile. "Maybe Lucky's the crazy one for wanting to live with the mess I've become."

"What's that?" Robin goaded. "What did you say?"

"I didn't tell you?" Elizabeth scrunched her face up in feigned ignorance.

"No you didn't. Isn't Audrey's house a little small to accommodate Lucky, Cam, and Jr. here?" Robin mocked.

"You're hilarious. When's your comedy special again?" Elizabeth mocked before turning serious. "Lucky asked me to move in."

"But where will he sleep?"

"I'm sending him over to you and Patrick's. That one room is still empty right?"

"When did you make this decision?" Robin wanted to know.

"A few days ago."

"This is great news! We've got to celebrate. Grab your outfits; we've got more stores to hit." Robin declared.

"More stores? What are you talking about?" Elizabeth held onto her outfits as Robin dragged her toward the cash register.

"You're going to need, well, things to make it feel like your home too." Robin explained.

"Oh you mean stuff Patrick and Lucky would term 'girlie crap' then?"

"This is your house now too. Do you really want to feel like a guest for the rest of your life?" Robin challenged.

"Damn I hate it when you have a point. You're impossible to argue with when you are actually right."

"It happens so often, I hardly have to make an argument." Robin smirked.

Elizabeth snorted but decided to keep quiet as she paid for her purchases. Gathering her bags she turned to her friend. "Ok. I know you have a plan here. Where should I go first?"

"Pottery Barn." Robin informed her.

"Lead on girlfriend. Lead on."

"I don't know why you two are acting like this is the end of the world." Lucky rolled his eyes at the exaggerated looks of shock on his friends' faces. Pointing his finger between the two of them, he continued. "You just moved in with Robin and you just ran off to Vegas to elope."

"But you always think things through." Patrick argued.

"That's right. We're the spontaneous ones and you are the straight shooter." Cruz went on.

"I asked my pregnant girlfriend to move in with me. How is that not thinking things through or even close to spontaneous?"

"You never asked Jess to." Patrick reminded him.

"Yeah because that would have worked out so well." Lucky snorted. "I'm sure Mom would have loved that plan."

"If you told her I thought of it..." Cruz suggested.

"You weren't family then. You'd have been killed."

"I've always been family." Cruz shook his head.

This was why it was a bad idea to tell these two anything. "It's not that big of deal. She's here more than her grandmother's house anyways." Lucky reasoned.

"So it's a logical thing then?" Patrick couldn't keep the smile off of his face. He was relieved that they had called a truce, especially since it seemed Miss Elizabeth would be in their lives for a long time. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't give his cousin some grief about it.

"As logical as you and Robin living together." Lucky smiled.

"It saves on gas." Patrick reasoned.

"And we all know how environmentally conscious you are."

"I did have to decide between my car and a Hummer. Isn't that ecologically friendly enough for you?"

"I stand corrected Leon DiCaprio."

"Where is Miss Elizabeth now?" Cruz wanted to know.

"Shopping with Robin."

"For?" Cruz pressed on.

"She said something about clothes. I think." Lucky shrugged. "She's with Robin. Whatever they start out shopping for, inevitably they will end up shopping for something else."

"Why are you not more worried about this?" Cruz inquired, alarmed.

"I thought it was supposed to be expectant mothers who had the mood swings. What is the big deal?"

"She's taking over your house and you don't even realize it." Cruz explained.

Looking at his friend in complete bafflement, Lucky shook his head. "Did you fall on your head? How the hell do you make that jump from shopping for clothes?"

"You stupid, stupid little man." Cruz shook his head again. "They start at clothes. By now, she's already moved to the furniture section. I bet you go home and the only thing that hasn't changed is Cam."

"You know those prenatal vitamins aren't for you to take. You do know that right?"

"I'm being serious smart ass." Cruz cautioned. "Today it's clothes, tomorrow your chair is gone, and your clothes are out of the closet. Just you wait."

Lucky turned to Patrick and motioned to Cruz. "Are you following this logic at all?"

"I'd have to care about furniture and changes in my apartment. I gave that right up when I asked Robin to move in with me." Patrick answered.

"I thought the arrangement was you pretended to care and Robin got free reign?"

"That's it in a nutshell." Patrick smirked.

"You're both so blind." Cruz threw his hands up in frustration.

"No. We're just not crazy."

"You want to talk about crazy? You didn't live with Jess when she was going through her pregnancy and you're in the very beginning stages with Liz. You come to me in a few months and we'll see which one of us is crazy." Cruz shook his finger at them.

"Oh even then, you'll still win my friend." Lucky pointed out. The ringing of his cell phone silenced any further argument Cruz may have made. Holding up one finger, he answered without checking the caller ID. "Spencer."

"Lucky?" Dillon kept his voice light and slightly pinched so that there would be no mistaking that something was terribly off. "It's Dillon. Listen, man, I was picking up some new items for the house, and I spotted Elizabeth and Robin checking out...well...and this is strange coming from a gay man, but frilly stuff."

"Frilly stuff?" Lucky purposely ignored the amused look Patrick had on his face and the triumphant look on Cruz's. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The usual stuff. Duvet sheets, quilts, stitched pillow cases with lots of flowers and ribbons and lace." Dillon ticked each item off on his fingers.

"You're making this up."

Dillon smothered his laugh behind his left hand. "I promise I'm not. Between the two of them, they're making Martha Stewart look like a slacker. How nice! A Welcome Mat with black paw prints."

"The two of them? So Robin's in on this one as well?"

"Women tend to trust their friend's opinion. Robin's basket is pretty full. You might tell Patrick if he's there with you." Dillon suggested. Lucas was right. Revenge was fun.

"He is. I'll let him know." Lucky hung up the phone and tried not to look in Cruz's direction. The gloating smile would be too much to take right now. "According to Dillon, Robin and Elizabeth are determined to make us live in a Laura Ashley catalog. Hope you can fake a liking for lace and ruffles."

"What are you talking about? Robin doesn't do frilly." Patrick rolled his eyes despite the nagging memory of Robin's need for knick-knacks in both her store and their room.

"Apparently now she does."

"This is all your fault." Patrick nodded toward Cruz.

"I was just trying to warn you guys. Women nest. Especially pregnant women." Cruz met Lucky's nervous stare.

"I am so screwed." Lucky groaned.

"So do you think he bought it?" Elizabeth asked as soon as Dillon hung up the phone. Ever since running into him on the way to the Pottery Barn, the three of them had been having one laugh after another. When Robin had suggested this as a great payback for Lucky's sugaring up Lance while babysitting, Dillon had practically leapt at the chance.

"Are you kidding? That was superior acting there girls. And I should know." Dillon laughed, throwing his arms around each of them.

"I should probably feel bad about this. But I don't." Elizabeth mused.

"This is just the beginning." Robin assured them.

"They do make rather easy targets, don't they?" Dillon pondered.

"Completely. They should have learned by now." Elizabeth declared.

"Are we ready for some real shopping? I have a date with an emergency PTA meeting at six." Robin sighed.

"I am ready to shop until my feet give out. Then I'm planning on letting Dillon shop for me." Elizabeth smiled.

Sergeant David Harper strolled toward the group, recognizing Miss Scorpio from the picture in the commissioner's office and Mr. Jones from the newspaper headline a few years ago when he had still lived in L.A. He knew the remaining woman to be Lucky Spencer's new beau, but he accomplished this by process of elimination. He was going on rumors only since, despite the picture in the tabloids, she had been little more than a blur. "I thought I'd come over and see how D.A. Davis is doing."

The three friends shared a quizzical look and it was Dillon who spoke up. "She's hanging in there. I bet she'll be back to work once she can make the IVs blend with her wardrobe."

"Who should I say is asking? I'm sorry, but your name escapes me." Robin admitted bashfully.

Sergeant Harper smiled and waved his hand as if her forgetting his name was of little consequence. "Sergeant David Harper. I work under your uncle, Miss Scorpio."

Robin scrunched up her face at the greeting. This man was her age so it was a little weird for him to address her the way he had. Grasping for a polite response, she managed a weak smile. "I think I've heard him talking about you at dinner sometimes. He says you're the only competent officer in the department."

"Well hello Sergeant." Dillon saluted. It was a long time before his hand fell to his side.

"Aren't you married?" Elizabeth reminded him.

"Lucas would understand." Dillon assured her.

"Oh as long as he understands." Elizabeth laughed.

"I'll pass on the message Sergeant." Robin promised.

"She's in my prayers." Sergeant Harper said, sauntering away.

Dillon paused to watch him walk away. He loved his husband, but it didn't mean he couldn't look. Hell, he had even caught Lucas checking out that new heart surgeon at the hospital during their last visit over there. He loved Lucas too much to do something like that to him, but it didn't mean he was blind to a fine specimen of masculinity. "Well ladies, I think it is time to melt those credit cards. You with me?"

"Damn straight." Robin chimed in.