FYI: Credit goes to Babybeluga747 for the idea of a flashback to the, telling Mrs T-D about the baby. :-)

May...

"Jeffery, do we really have to do this?"

He glanced over at his wife, sitting in the passenger seat. Her arms were crossed and resting on her swollen stomach and she was frowning.

"Yes. Why do you even ask?"

"Because I absolutely, definitely, under no circumstances want to go to Aundrel to have your idiot of a mother blame me for getting pregnant!"

Jeffrey rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm sorry, but it's not like you really have a choice in the matter. She practically ordered us to go, and there's no point in crossing her when she's in this mood. Besides, even she can't blame you for having a baby!"

Skye huffed in exasperation. "You can never tell with your mother. She doesn't seem to accept the fact that you were a critical part of the process! It's as if she believes that I got pregnant all on my own, just to spite her!"

"Oh, come on, Skye. My mother may be ignorant in many ways, but even she knows that it takes two to have a baby."

"That doesn't mean that she doesn't blame me! You heard how she carried on when we told her we were having a baby!"

Jeffrey chuckled, remembering. That had been quite the conversation.

"Hey, Mother."

"Jeffery! It's about time! Why haven't you called me? I was worried!"

"Well, I've been out of town."

"Oh, yes. That music thing, right? Jeffrey, I really don't know why you waste your time with that hobby of yours. You are such a bright boy."

"Mother, music isn't a hobby. It's my whole life."

"Oh."

"Anyways, that's not what we called to talk to you about. Guess what? You're going to be a grandmother!"

"Jeffery, darling, do you have a fever?"

"No, mother. I'm perfectly healthy."

"Then why did you just tell me I'm going to be a grandmother?"

"Because you are! We're having a baby!"

"Who's we?"

"Skye and I!"

"Oh. Did I tell you that Dexter and I are going to Europe this summer? Would you like to come with us?"

"Mother! Did you hear a word I said?!"

"Yes, dear. You said that you and Jane are going to have a baby."

"No! Not Jane and I! Skye and I!"

"Who's Skye?"

"My wife! And you know that! Will you stop playing these stupid games?"

"Only when you stop being ridiculous. Why don't you quit playing house with that blonde and come home where you belong. I'll get you a good lawyer and you'll be divorced before you can say 'thank you'."

"Mother! I don't want to get divorced! I love Skye!"

"Who?"

"Mother!"

The sensation of Skye's elbow being forced into his ribcage drew Jeffrey out of his flashback.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?"

"Because you weren't paying attention! I don't mind if you space out when you drive alone, but please try and stay alert when you have other people in the car!"

"Sorry. I was just thinking."

"Well, try and think about your driving in the future, please."

"Skye?"

"Yeah?"

"Why does my mother hate you so much?"

She laughed. "Oh, that's a lovely thing to ask!"

"No, but really. Why does she hate you?"

"Well, let's see..." Grinning, she began counting on her hands. "I've stolen her dresses, yelled her head off multiple times, ruined her gardens, and stolen her son."

"That's for sure."

"What?"

"You certainly have stolen her son." Grinning, he guided the car over to the side of the road.

"What are you doing?"

"This."
As the vehicle came to a complete stop, he leaned over and placed his hand on the back of her neck, drawing her mouth forward to meet his in a sweet kiss. They pulled apart and she sighed, contentedly.

"What on earth was that for?" Her voice was full of wonder and her eyes were soft with love.

He just smiled. "I just figured that you might need a reminder of how much I love you, when you are fighting down the urge to murder my mother."

"I think I might need a bit more more reminding. Your mother is very annoying."

Grinning, he chuckled. "I think a bit more reminding is a good idea."

He kissed her again, but this time she returned it hungrily. When they separated, his breathing was heavy. Skye, however, just smirked and leaned closer.

"You know, she really is one of the most insufferable people I have met. And we a going to be here for three whole days."

"You." Kiss. "are." Kiss. "ab-" Kiss. "-solutely." Kiss. "right."

"Shut up."

And he did. Her hands knotted in his hair and smiled against her lips. And then his cell phone rang. Completely out of breath, he reluctantly pulled away and answered it.

"Hello?" Inhale. Exhale.

"Jeffrey? Where are you?"

"Hello, Mother." Pant. "We're almost at," pant, "Harry's."

"Well, hurry up, dear. We have company."

"Company?"

"Yes. Do tell Skye to behave, will you?"

"Moth-" But she had already hung up. Groaning, he turned to his wife.

"Apparently, we are going to have a crowd there to greet us."

"Oh, great. I don't suppose we have time to continue what we were doing?"

He grimaced. "Well... No, probably not."

"Okay, then." Resigned, she settled back into her seat as he started the car again and pulled back onto the road. "Do you know who the reception committee is?"

"No. She wouldn't say. Knowing my mother, though, it can't be anyone too nice."

"Oh, great. This weekend couldn't get any worse."

Ten minutes later...

"Hey, Skye? You know when you said that this weekend couldn't get any worse? You'd better retract that statement."

Jeffery was staring at the welcoming committee, unable to believe his bad luck. There, right in front of him, was Lili Spencer, the daughter of his mothers best friend and the person Brenda Tifton-Drupee had wanted him to marry. How was he going to explain this one?

Hi, there! Sorry for such a long wait, guys. I've been writing a 20-page research paper for English, and so the last thing that I wanted to do in my spare time was write more. But I'm done now, so I should be updating more. Granted, these are the last four weeks of school, and so I will be busy, so bear with me. :-) Thanks for the wonderful reviews!

Guest I - Oh, yes. There are Vegemite lovers and Vegemite haters. You can't be in the middle. :-)

Storygirl - I'm glad you like it!

Babybubble262 - Gosh! Your fingers must be sore! Thank you so much! Yes, Vegemite is a very real thing. You should try it sometime, just for the experience. :-)

Babybeluga747 - Thank you for the idea! I probably wontellin writing about them telling the Penderwicks, but we'll see. :-)

Guest II - Wow! What a compliment! Hahaha. Well, I personally don't like Vegemite, either, but my brother loves it, so you'll have to try it for yourself. :-)

ilovshorsez - Yes! Good catch! Thank you. :-) Drongo is Australian slang for 'fool'.

Pseudonymperson- Haha. :-) Thanks! Jane and Rosalind (and Rosy's new hubby) will make an appearance soon. I like writing them, but this is mainly a Skye/Jeffrey story. :-)

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