"No pressure. No pressure." The words from the social worker's phone call the day before kept echoing in Lucky's brain. "I'll just be there to observe," she had explained in a tone that managed to be both annoyingly chipper and authoritative. "Honestly just pretend I'm not even there. There's no pressure Mr. Spencer."

No pressure his ass. Apparently after realizing that some of the Grimes's character witnesses had nothing more relevant to say on the case other than what his name was, Judge Hendricks had ordered that both parties undergo supervised visits with Cameron and she would take the report on both visits under consideration. No pressure. A person he had talked to only briefly a total of five times on the phone since the judge's order literally had the power to say his son could come home on the basis of one eight-hour visit. And she said there was no pressure?

Glancing at his watch, Lucky tried not to feel the panic coursing through his veins. The social worker, whose name he couldn't remember right now, said she would bring Cameron at ten a.m. and it was almost time. Was she punctual? Did she run late? Why did he all of the sudden turn into his mother?

"Relax. Everything is going to be fine." Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Yes the situation was more than a little nerve-wracking but what horrible thing was this social worker going to find? Some toys out of place? The rack of bottles drying near the sink in the kitchen? It wasn't like they lived behind bulletproof glass and had bodyguards posted at every door.

"Did I ever tell you I find your optimism annoying?"

"Did I ever tell you I think you act exactly like your father?"

"Elizabeth, this isn't a time for jokes."

"No, but it's not time to start planning your escape to another country under an assumed name either. Everything will be fine and all the social worker is going to see is how happy Cameron is here. With us. And that's what she's going to report."

"But she met with Tony and Lisa first. If she listened to them..."

"Then she's not doing her job of being objective and being Cameron's voice in all of this. Baby just relax. I promise nothing bad will happen."

"You know on your soap that always means a catastrophe of epic proportions is seconds away from happening."

"Then I guess that mean you'll just have to be the hero that saves everyone in the nick of time then won't you?" She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "Besides if you don't calm down, then Cameron will know something is wrong."

Damn it she was right. Turning away from the window he watched as she walked over to where the twins were happily bouncing in their swings. "That's a dirty trick."

Elizabeth shot him a wink. "I think someone told me whatever it took to win was a good thing."

Lucky was about to shoot back a response when the knock sounded at the door. His heart stilled for just a second. This was it. Looking at Elizabeth for a brief second, he saw her smile and motion for him to go and open the door. Taking a deep breath. he made himself walk the three steps from where he was standing to the entryway. Opening the door, he was nearly knocked over by a blur of curly hair, arms and legs attaching to his leg. Cameron looked up at him, the same smile as he had since the day he was born.

"Hi Daddy!"

*****

"Okay, where are you now?" Robin said into her mobile as she swung her car around a corner at a less than safe speed.

"Five minutes away." Patrick promised making a similar maneuver a few streets behind her.

"This has to work." Robin mentioned just in case he had forgotten how important today was. It was the first time Lucky had seen Cameron since the custody trial had begun.

"It will. Don't worry." Patrick reassured her. Ever since they devised the plan, she had been hesitant.

"Me? Not worry?" Robin challenged with a chuckle.

"You're right. What was I thinking? Okay, I see your car." They would have come over together, but he had been held up with Doug. If Robin had changed her opinion of his decision, she hadn't said anything. In fact, she hadn't said anything. He wished she would yell or something.

They exited their cars in sync and Robin went to the passenger side to let Morgan out of the backseat. He stared up at the big house as if he had never seen it before and then made a mad dash for the front door. "Morgan! Wait for us!" Robin called after him right as Patrick came up behind her.

He leaned down and whispered, "Relax babe," and then put his left hand against her lower back.

Morgan was more than a little excited to see his younger cousin. He still didn't really understand why he had been gone so long. He, himself, had gone to stay with Grandma Bobbie and Grandpa Mike without being gone for so long. He had so many things to tell Cameron, and had a feeling his cousin had an equal number of stories for him. When he had asked if they could swing by and pick up Lance, he had been told that Lance was over at Grandma Bobbie's visiting with her, Cruz, and Majandra and wouldn't be able to come with them.

He let himself in when he heard Cameron's giggle beating Robin and Patrick by mere seconds. Feeling himself lifted up by the back of his shirt, he squirmed and glared over his shoulder at Patrick. It was Robin who spoke, "Did you leave your manners in the car?" Pouting, he shook his head and forced out a breath once Patrick had set him back down.

"Morgan!" Cameron screamed out in delight, racing over to them. "Roby! Patty!"

One minute Cameron and Lucky were standing in the middle of the living room with plastic hockey sticks and a shiny black puck and the next Cameron was rounding the couch and coming toward them, his little legs pumping. Elizabeth watched them in amusement and took a sip of Kool-Aid while the twins cooed in their bouncy seats.

"Hey buddy!" Patrick crouched down and hugged him tightly. "What'cha doin'?"

"Playing hockey. Wanna play?"

"Of course I wanna play!" Patrick nodded his head vigorously and walked over to the hall closet where he knew Lucky kept extra sticks.

"Me too! Me too!" Morgan grabbed Patrick's from him and hurried past him. It was lucky for them, no pun intended, that his cousin had so many.

"Morgan's on my team!" Cameron shouted pulling his cousin with him.

As if they could deny him anything. Robin scooted closer to Elizabeth and whispered, "Are we sure there's twenty years between them?"

"I've been checking the birth certificate and surprisingly enough, yes there is."

It was about that time that Robin noticed the social worker. She was nice looking for a babysitter with a boring gray jacket over a pearl-white top, accompanied by a pleated dark gray skirt. Now that she was standing here, Robin thought the woman looked like a sore thumb.

Catching her friend's gaze Elizabeth smiled brightly. "That would be Amy Brinksneader. And we're supposed to ignore the fact she's here."

"And how's that going so far?" Robin didn't wait for a response before approaching the trim professional. "Hello. I'm Robin Scorpio. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you. Amy Brinksneader. And how do you know the family?"

"I'm a family friend. That little brunette right there is my son. He's Cameron's cousin."

"So you're family."

"Yes." Robin nodded.

Looking up from the game, Lucky sucked in a panicked breath when he noticed Robin casually chatting up the social worker. What the hell was she thinking? He knew her. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist getting out her opinions about Tony and Lisa to someone, anyone who might have influence over this decision. Lucky tried to catch Patrick's eye but his cousin was far too involved in joining in the chase he had created by shooting the ball straight down the hall. Moving towards Robin, he prayed he could stop her before she said too much. "Robin."

"I understand that the 4th of July can be a little stressful, but I didn't think Tony would come at the kids with skewers." Robin was saying, barely able to keep a straight face. Who knew what kinds of lies the Grimes had spun during their supervised visit. All's fair in love and war.

"Robin has a strange sense of humor." Lucky tried to laugh and steer her back to the safety of the couch.

"Amy and I were having a very nice conversation." Robin insisted as she let Lucky steer her away from the social worker just as she noticed the woman making notes in the left column of her legal pad. Take that, she thought triumphantly.

"Robin what the hell are you doing?" Lucky whispered fiercely.

"Tipping the scale in your favor of course. What did you think I was doing?" Robin bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud at the horror playing across his face. If he had shown up a second earlier, he would have heard her tell Amy that what she was about to say was a total joke.

"I thought we were friends." Great now in addition to whatever tales the Grimes had spun, he was on the record as having the crazy vindictive friends. Yeah that would look real impressive to the judge. "What did I do to make you hate me?"

"You're being dramatic." Robin accused with a wave of her hand. "I was just kidding. She knew I was just kidding."

"Oh so instead of having the vindictive friend I have the one with the world's worst sense of humor. Robin."

"What? I didn't mean any harm."

"I know you didn't but..." Lucky let out a sigh. "I don't know I'm just jumpy."

"I'm sorry." Robin blubbered out. Leave it to her hormones to show up now. She sniffed back tears.

Apparently he had a rare gift to make pregnant women cry about his being an insensitive ass. What a joy it was to be him, Lucky mused. Pulling Robin into a hug, he gently rubbed her back. "I know Shortstack, but please next time clear it with me before you try to help."

"But you won't let me." Robin said into his shoulder. She caught Patrick's surprised stare and smiled. She heard Elizabeth mutter, "Hormones" to Amy.

He winced as if she had stabbed him through the heart with a rusty butcher knife. There it was. Proof positive Robin was spending far too much time with Elizabeth and his mother. Lucky was going to have a talk with Patrick about this just not right now. "I know. I'm sorry. I'll try to get better at that."

"Promise?" Tears were brimming when she looked up at him.

"Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in Helena's eye." He held up one hand as he recited the oath they had taken countless times as children.

"Okay, I believe you." Robin gave him a small smile. "Stupid hormones. Sorry about your shirt."

Lucky shrugged. "It's fine. Just please talk to me first before you try to help anymore?"

Robin nodded and leisurely made her way over to Elizabeth. "Well?" She felt pretty confident it had worked.

"Worked like a charm." Elizabeth winked. "He'll never see it coming."

Previews:

"Okay, you want to be included?" Mac asked Georgie. "Fine. Exactly how long after meeting did you two start sleeping together?"

"Daddy!" Georgie protested, her face turning bright red.