"Thank you class. You're dismissed. Remember that next week you have a test on the probability of discovering complex life on Europa, and the other moons of Jupiter."

As the students rushed out of the room, Skye and Cooper collapsed at two of the desks.

"Do you always teach four classes in a row?"

"Unfortunately, yes. They give the insane schedules to all the new teachers, figuring that we don't know any better."

"Well, I get that, but it isn't fair to the teacher's aids." They both chuckled, tiredly. "Look, I'm starving. What are we doing for lunch?"

"Well, seeing as we don't have a good record with lunches, Sarah said she'd bring us over a picnic."

"That's nice of her."

"Well, she wanted to meet you anyways, and this was her excuse. She should be here any moment."

"Speak of the devil..." Skye shook her head in amazement as the door opened, and in hobbled a very pregnant woman carrying a huge basket.

"Could anyone give the caterer a little hand here?" She yelped as she stumbled through the door. Instantly, her husband was on his feet, rushing to her aid, with Skye right behind him. As soon as they had unloaded her, Skye held out her hand and introduced herself.

"I'm Skye."

"It's very nice to meet you, Skye. I'm Sarah."

"Now that you ladies have introduced yourselves, what's in that basket?"

Chattering about lunch, teaching, and being thrown out of restaurants, the three sat down at desks for their 'picnic'.

"You know, that isn't the first restaurant he's gotten thrown out of."

"Really?"
"Come now, Sarah. We really don't need to go there."

"Oh, yes, we do. Come on, Sarah. Tell!"

"Well, let's see if I remember..." She grinned at the furious expression on her husband's face.

"Don't be ridiculous, SarSar. Of course you remember. You had better remember." She laughed.

"I'm only teasing you, darling. Of course I remember. Being proposed to isn't exactly the sort of thing that one forgets."

"Proposed to? If this going to be all mushy, I'm leaving!" Putting on a pseudo-pout, Skye got up and pretended to get ready to leave.

"Come back here, you silly girl! I promise we won't get sappy. Anyways, the first thing you have to know about Coop is that he is very insecure."

"Cooper? I don't believe it."

"Yes. That's why he puts up that egotistical exterior. Anyway, when he decided to propose to me -"

"Oh, no you don't, Sarah! You are not going to put words into my mouth. I'll tell the story. When I was going to propose to my darling wife, I was a bit nervous. Who wouldn't be? Anyways, we were at this romantic little Italian place, when I finally got up the courage to go down on my knee and ask her. I really never expected her to say yes. She did, and lets just say that I was a little shocked."

"A little shocked? Good grief, darling, you yelped! He was the funniest sight, Skye. He was off his knees in a second, arms flying all over the place, and exclaimed in a very frightened voice, "WHAT?". His arms were going so fast, that he wasn't able to stop them, and he ended up whacking a poor man in the nose. They threw us out." She laughed at the memory, rubbing her overgrown belly thoughtfully. Skye looked shocked.

"Seriously?"

"Oh, yes. He looked absolutely adorable being led out by the manager. We couldn't stop laughing for days. Anyways, the point of that story was that, if you value your reputation, never go to a restaurant with my husband. It never ends well."

"Now, SarSar. That's a bit of an exaggeration. It ends well some of the time. If you will recall -"

Skye felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, and answered it, leaving the couple to their quarrel.

"Hello, Skye?" Jeffrey.

"Yeah. Hi, Jeffrey. What can I do for you?"

"I'm on the first floor of the Astrobiology building. Are you busy?"

"No, we're just having lunch. Why don't you come up?"

"Okay. What floor is it?"

"The 5th. We're in room 515."

"Alright. I'll see you soon." She hung up, and turned her attention back to the Snyders, who were looking at her questioningly. "My fiancé. He's on his way up, if you don't mind."

"No, not at all. There's plenty of food here."

"Speak for yourself, Sarah. I could eat this whole basket. But he's welcome, of course. This classroom is one-fourth yours."

"One-fourth? How did you come up with that figure?"

"Well, it is my classroom. I'm the professor. You're just the aid. I thought I was being rather generous."

"But one-fourth? I demand rights to at least a third of it."

"I'm with Skye on this one, Coop. I say she should get half."

He was just about to respond, when the crack of a door opening interrupted them. Jeffery was about to enter from stage right.

Stepping into the elevator, Jeffrey hit the button labeled "5". All morning long, he hadn't been able to think of anything else, and so he had decided to do something about it. About his jealously, because that's was it was. He hated to admit it, but he was jealous of Dr. Cooper Snyder, and he was going to make sure that he left Skye alone. The only thing he still had to figure out was how. He had absolutely no experience in this field. He was hoping that a solution would just present itself to him, but he really doubted it. Oh, well. It was worth it if it it made sure that Skye was his.

He felt so ashamed for thinking that way, but he couldn't help it. She was his, and this single, playboy of a professor needed to know it. As the doors of the slid shut behind him, he walked down the hall, looking for room 515. He opened the door to find his fiancé and a young man seated at desks, eating a romantic lunch. Scratch that, his fiancé, a young man, and a very pregnant young woman seated at desks, eating a romantic lunch. Wait, romantic?

As soon as Skye caught sight of him, her face lit up and she stood up, beckoning him in.

"I'd like you both to meet my fiancé, Jeffery Tifton. Jeffery, this is Dr Cooper Snyder, and his wife, Dr Sarah Snyder." So this was the man. Wait, wife? What did she mean. He blinked. Duh, Jeffery. What else would she mean. That's his wife. He's married! Glancing at the woman's rounded belly he smiled. Very married.

Recovering from his shock quickly, he smiled and shook hands all around. "It's vey nice to meet you."

"Same. Skye's talked a lot about you. You're a musician?"

"Yes; I am."

"That's fascinating. What do you play?"

"Umm... the piano and the clarinet, mainly. I really enjoy it."

"I play the violin, and Sarah plays the flute." The aforementioned lady smiled.

"We should get together and play sometime. I always wanted to learn the clarinet."

"Yes! We should. I would like that." Grinning, Skye spoke up.

"Well, I wouldn't. It's enough to have to deal with one music freak. I really don't need two more!"

"Don't you play anything?"

"Not even the kazoo." Jeffery laughed, remembering when he had tried to teach her to play that very simple instrument. It had been a complete disaster.

"I keep telling her that, if she just concentrates, she would be good, but she won't buy it."

"Well why should I? I the past decade, this glutton for punishment has attempted to teach me the piano, the clarinet, the harmonica, and the kazoo, and I haven't had an ounce of success. I gave up long ago, and it's about time he did too."

Jeffrey's retort was silenced by a gush of water and a loud moan from Sarah.

"Ohhhh! I think my water just broke!"

"Oh, God, really? What are we going to do? SarSar, sit down. No! Stand up! No! Call the doctor! No! Call your mother! No, wait! I'll do that! You-" The rest of his babbling was cut off Skye's hand of his mouth.

"Jeffery, would you please go down to the front office and tell Dean Waitz that Dr Synder's afternoon classes will have to be canceled? Thanks. Once you're done there, meet us at the Brigham and Woman's Hospital on Francis St. Sarah, how are you feeling?"

"Okay. A little scared and very wet, but okay."

"Do you feel like you could talk on the telephone?"

"Yeah."

"Great. Here, use my phone and call the doctor, and tell him to meet you at the hospital. Them, call your mother and tell her what's going on. Coop, slowly, help you wife get downstairs. If you give me your keys, I'll pull your car up to the front door. Okay, everyone. In your mark, get set, go!"

"Right this way, please." Dr Daniela Carusi smiled at Skye and Jeffrey as a nurse led the Snyders out of the lobby. "Thank you both so much for your help. That baby's coming pretty fast, and I don't think they would have gotten here in time if it hadn't been for your taking control. First babies are challenging for couples, and a lot of times the stress messes with their logic."

"It was our pleasure. Would you please call us when it's over?"

"Certainly. Have a nice day."

Skye and Jeffrey walked to the car in silence, but it was a pleasant silence. Skye got into the driver's seat, and was just about to start the car, when Jeffrey groaned and banged his head on the window. Concerned, she asked him what was wrong.

"I feel like such a jerk right now."

"Why?"

"Do you know why I came up to your classroom today?"

"Well, I assumed it was to see me."

"Partly, but that wasn't the main reason. I wanted to tell Cooper to keep his hands off you."

"You what?"

"Why didn't you tell me he was married?"

"Why should I have? It never came up!"

"I don't know. All I know is that you would have saved me a lot of jealousy of you had told me that, instead of praising his achievements all night."

"Jeffrey! I can't believe you! Are you out of your mind? Don't you trust me at all?"

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I find it hard to believe that you would ever choose someone like me over a guy like Cooper Snyder."

"You're not serious. You can't be! If you honestly think that I would cheat you, then we don't have anything to say to each other."

"Skye..."

"No! I'm not going to talk to you right now, least I say something that I regret later." And with that, she resolutely clamped her mouth shut, and began to drive to her house.

When they arrived, she turned off the car, and turned to face Jeffrey, her face a stone mask.

"Dr Breskow has a lecture tonight, so I'll be alone. Would you like to come over for dinner?"

"Yes. Look, Skye-"

"No. Later. I'll see you at seven. And don't come early, because I might still be angry."

She shut the car door forcefully, and stormed into the house. Sighing, Jeffrey climbed over to the driver's side and drove himself home. It was going to be a long three hours till he came back.

Thank you for the reviews! You had some really good ideas!

Hello my name is Karma - Pregnancy and kids are certainly in my plan, but, I'm sorry to say, not for a bit. I know I'm a prude, but I just can't write about premarital pregnancy. Sorry! Please keep the ideas coming, though. I really appreciate them.

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Hello my name is Karma brought up an important question I have been meaning to ask you all. Where is your comfort level for romance? For my own peace of mind, I cound never go beyond kissing, but it would be good for me to know where you draw the line for yourself. If you could give me a fairly detailed description of your romance boundaries for this couple, a set for pre-marriage and a set for post-marriage, that would be wonderful. It will help me craft this story in a way that you will, hopefully, enjoy. Thanks in advance!