Final guess! Boy? Girl? Name? What do you think?

All will be revealed!!! Leave it to Dillon to go all out for a baby shower. Having it at someone's house had been far too pedestrian for him; he wanted the big concert hall rented at the Metro Court. Twenty or so balloons had managed to fill up about an eighth of the giant room and they had had to get a little creative. Streamers fell from the entrance and the stage where they kept trying to get Elizabeth up on stage to do karaoke. She was currently done up in a silk blue dress and pink and blue rattles tied loosely around her waist with yellow and green ribbon.

Dillon had hired a coordinator for the first hour and then fired the poor girl after that, insisting that she had no vision and was not welcome to stay. He had said that Lance had wanted to come, but he wasn't feeling up to it. As far as Bobbie knew, Dillon was the only male attending. The boys had made some excuse about important business that had to be taken care of it. She suspected The Haunted Star was going to be hopping this afternoon. Majandra gazed up at her with her trademark blue eyes. She wore a smile the size of Texas having figured out how to do so a few days ago.

Why couldn't Cruz have just been her husband today and come with her? Majandra was a nice distraction but she was a beautiful child and that meant that people kept holding her and carrying her off. She had spotted Robin enter the room a few minutes after her and apparently she had noticed her too because she had walked straight over to Dillon and Elizabeth. It was clear Robin was here for her friend. As far as her feelings toward the rest of the Spencers...well it didn't look pretty.

Bobbie had tried approaching for the last hour but every time she took even a single step in the right direction Robin would pick that moment to disappear to the bathroom. She had shown up in a little red number that Bobbie knew Laura had given her last Christmas. It had been damn near impossible to find the right size because she was such a little woman, but it seemed like she had grown into it. Best not to point that out, she mused silently.

She was starting to wish she had snuck in some liquor. Sure Elizabeth couldn't have any but she could. It only took a few drinks to loosen her lips. Cruz said that's what made her so fun to take out. Surely she could get a little tipsy and then the uneasiness would leave her. I must be a Spencer if I'm solving my problems with alcohol, she thought desolately. Even her phone was at home on the charger so there would be no important phone calls or even a few games of Tetris. This was going to be a hell of a party if she didn't cross the room and join the party. Elizabeth was surrounded by friends, co-workers, and Audrey. Bobbie was thankful that she was feeling a bit better. She had to depend on a walker, but Bobbie knew once she didn't need it anymore, once she could talk herself and her granddaughter out of its use, she would be back to running marathons.

"Are you the mother-in-law?" An unfamiliar voice wanted to know tapping on Bobbie's shoulder.

"No." Bobbie met the woman's face and saw that she was a few years younger than Elizabeth. She must have been a friend from the Chuck E. Cheese's job because she didn't look old enough to be a teacher. Of course, in all honesty, neither did Elizabeth. "I'm the aunt."

"I'm Sherry Lockhart." The young woman pushed her black bangs hastily behind her ears and thrust her hand forward in invitation. "Elizabeth and I used to go to high school together."

Bobbie couldn't, for the life of her, figure out why Sherry Lockhart wanted to talk to her. "Bobbie Rodriguez."

"Is that short for something?"

"Nothing I'll respond to." Bobbie smiled.

"Whose aunt?" Sherry wanted to know. She must have forgotten to clarify a second ago.

"Lucky's." Bobbie explained patiently.

"I couldn't believe Lizzie called me and said that was marrying a guy with the name Lucky. I mean, I'm sure it's short for something to..." Sherry rambled on.

Bobbie could have pointed out that her nephew wasn't getting married to Elizabeth, but it seemed like she'd be telling something Elizabeth obviously didn't want her schoolmate to know. "Elizabeth is good for my nephew."

"I heard he already has a kid. Is that right?"

"How close are you and Elizabeth?" Bobbie challenged.

"Oh we haven't talked in a while. I was surprised I even got an invitation. It must be because I just invited her to my fabulous wedding in the Bahamas last year." Sherry showed off a bright zillion-karat ring.

"Hmm." Bobbie turned her back to Sherry.

"If you don't play nice with Laura and Bobbie, I'm telling Lucky you ruined the entire party." Elizabeth threatened, shaking her hand in Robin's direction. She tried not to roll her eyes as once again any little movement she made set off the rattles Dillon had tied on her the second she walked into the room. He had declared it cute. She declared him insane.

"You will tell no such lie about my party." Dillon declared hotly, crossing his arms.

"Oh you're the one giving birth in a month? I'm sorry. I didn't know." Elizabeth responded before sticking out her tongue.

"Calm down children." Robin stepped in-between them. "This is supposed to be a fun party."

"Says the one who's glaring at half the guests." Elizabeth quipped.

"They started it." Robin argued stubbornly.

"I'm not saying they didn't." Elizabeth said calmly.

"Can't you just pretend?" Dillon wondered. "I mean picture them with different heads or something? Anything to put you in a better mood."

"I'm in a fine mood." Robin told them.

"Robin, babe. I'm pregnant not blind. I saw the "wide load" sign Dillon hid behind his back when I walked in and I know you're not in the best mood."

"I made no such sign!" Dillon protested. "And if I had it was totally at Lucas' suggestion."

"Oh sure, sell out Lucas who isn't here. I see how you roll." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"Maybe we should move onto games." Robin suggested. "There's the toilet paper estimation—"

"I object to that one." Elizabeth did a little twist for emphasis. "One thing around the belly at a time."

"What about Baby Bingo?"

"How much humiliation of me does that involve?"

"Every single time someone says 'baby' during the game, you get a pin. Other than that, it's just a matter of I draw a word and you see if it's on the board. The winner gives their gift to you." Robin explained.

"Oh well I don't object to getting presents."

"I didn't think you would." Robin muttered good-naturedly. "Gather around everyone! We're going to play a game!" She had requested a microphone but Dillon hadn't let her have one.

"Dillon, who's the chick talking to Bobbie?" Elizabeth whispered.

"Doesn't she work for the hotel?"

"She's awfully chatty for reception hostess."

"I thought you chased them all out?" Robin asked remembering Dillon's tantrum.

"Apparently I didn't get them all. Excuse me ladies. She will make herself useful or get out." Dillon rushed over to investigate the situation further.

"How are you doing? You okay?" Robin touched Elizabeth's shoulder.

"I'm fine. Kiddo here is a little active, but you know I'm convinced the kid's a ham."

"Let's get you a bingo card. I'll be right back." Robin made her way toward the box of goodies she and Dillon had put together. Other than a few awkward acquaintances, the party seemed to be going okay. She had watched her friend mingle with some old friends she had had in Boulder and it was obvious she thought it was a mistake to invite them. Robin was not ignorant to the missing presence of her family, save Audrey.

Bracing herself against the box's lid, Robin forced back the urge to throw up. She had spent half the party in the bathroom with her head hanging over a toilet. Oh the joys of pregnancy. Her body had finally started letting her sleep and she had been ready to have that talk with Patrick this morning, but he had taken Morgan over to Lucky's and left a note explaining that they would be back by dinnertime.

"Do you want something to drink?" Bobbie offered her a plastic glass of red punch. It looked like there was fruit floating in it and Robin's hand found her mouth instantly.

"Excuse me." She rushed past Bobbie.

"You sure chased her out of here fast." Dillon chuckled taking the glass from his mother-in-law.

"I was just trying to be nice." Bobbie promised. "Apparently she's still a little sore at me."

"Yeah I see that. What did you do?" Dillon asked without hesitation.

"I was a real jerk." Bobbie admitted. "But I don't think I was wrong."

"Bobbie. I love you, but in this case you are totally wrong."

"You can't believe all of this nonsense about them getting engaged."

"Oh like I'm one to judge people's relationships?" Dillon quirked his eyebrow up. "Or you Mrs. Rodriguez?"

"That's completely different." Bobbie countered.

"It is not. Lucas and I didn't tell anyone we were dating for three months. You and Cruz didn't tell anyone for seven and a half and, if you didn't find out about the little Princess here, you probably wouldn't have told and don't lie to me about that. Elizabeth didn't tell anyone she was pregnant for a month." Dillon ticked off, counting each offense with his fingers. "So Patrick did a dumb proposal. It was also cocky and arrogant, two things that are completely him. It's not Robin's fault it worked out like this."

"He shouldn't be getting married right now." Bobbie replied.

"Why not? Is there some magical time table I'm not aware of?"

"He should have made up with his father. His mother should have been able to meet Robin. Nothing about any of this is fair." Bobbie whispered in torment.

"His father is a jerk and I'm sure his mother approves." Dillon wrapped his arms around Bobbie's shoulder. "He was going to grow up someday Bobbie."

"But it's not time yet."

"It is. I think Patrick's made it clear to everyone in a three city area that he is ready for this."

"What if I'm not ready?"

"Robin!" Elizabeth yelled from the stage. "Laura!"

*****

"You are not coming near me again. Do you hear me?" Elizabeth managed to hiss out as the pain of the contraction washed over her in waves.

"Yes. I got that two hours ago." Lucky muttered under his breath. Her hand held his in a death grip as it had been for two hours now. At first she had been apologetic about nearly breaking his fingers. Now he was suspicious she was trying to break his fingers in place of something else.

"I heard that."

"Sorry." He leaned up and kissed her forehead. "You're doing great you know."

"What do you know? You're not a doctor."

"But I am." Ric laughed from the corner of the room where he was consulting with Nurse Lee. "And I know you don't want to hear this, but Lucky is right this time. You're doing wonderful."

"You can take your wonderful and shove it." Elizabeth declared.

It was dangerous to laugh at any of her remarks right now, but Lucky couldn't help it. Disguising it as best he could with a cough, he looked decidedly over his shoulder towards the wall, trying to focus on the calendar. April 25th. April 25th. He recited the date as a mantra. Feeling the urge to laugh leave, he looked down at her and smiled. "You're beautiful."

"You lie."

"Never. You're gorgeous. You've never been more gorgeous."

"Oh God. Here comes another one." Elizabeth squeezed her eyes tight and tried to remember the breathing. Focus on an object they had told them in class. Obviously the person who had created Lamaze had to be a man. The only thing she could focus on was the pain. "Why can't I have any drugs?"

"You're too close." Ric explained calmly, bringing his instrument tray towards the end of the bed. "I give them to you right now and we risk serious health complications."

"Too close? But it's too early. We're supposed to have another month." She swung her head wildly around toward Lucky. Even though she had recognized she was in labor, for some reason she had convinced herself it would stop soon. It was a false alarm. But Dr. Lansing was bringing instruments over. That meant it was a lot closer than she had realized. "It's too early. We're not ready. We're not ready."

"Shh." Lucky kissed the top of her head before looking into her eyes. "We'll be fine. We knew this was possible for awhile now. We can handle this. I promise. We are ready."

"Promise?"

"Swear it."

"I'm glad we had this pep talk." Ric declared as he sat down. "Because ready or not, it's time folks."

Previews:

"What's up little man?" Patrick wondered, scooping Cameron into his lap.

"How's the baby going to get here?" Cameron asked his face scrunched up in serious concentration. "How does he go from Lizzie's tummy to here? And how did he get in Lizzie's tummy in the first place?"