Liyah bopped Nattie on the head with the now empty paper plate, eliciting a whimper from her girlfriend, who now looked up at her with her eyes crossed.

"Come on, the lines have died down." Natalie looked over at the grill and found that this was unfortunately true. She sighed and crawled out of the hammock, offering a hand to Aaliyah. She helped her up, only before pushing herback down into it, and running away towards the patio. Liyah struggled for several seconds before she was able to free herself from the netting beneathe her, and take after her girl in fervent pursuit.

Callie had Arizona by the hand, leading her from the den up the stairs.

"I don't wanna play paddy-cake in Mark's bed Calliope! Thats like.. playing paddy-cake in your brothers bed... yuck." Arizona protested. Callie rolled her eyes at the use of the word "paddy-cake." Several years ago, it was called "pound caking." They adopted the term when they adopted Aaliyah, but they soon dropped it after Liyah walked into their bedroom, and found that there was no cake, just a whole lot of pounding. When you have small children you have to come up with a lot of code words.

"Where then, baby?" Callie's patience was wearing thin. Arizona looked around the den behind her, and let her eyes stop on a wooden door. She let out a breathy laugh as she turned to her wife, holding out her hand.

"I think I've found an awesome place to play.."

Liyah caught Nattie at the chips and dip and she wrapped her arms around her waist, kissing her, or rather pecking her neck like a chicken, and tickling her sides. Nattie and Liyah eventually calmed down and filled there plates. Sitting down to eat with the others, they found a place next to April and her husband Max. Everyone was enjoying the food except for Liyah, who was munching on baby carrots and cole slaw. "I'm gonna go in and see whats for dessert," whispered Liyah. Natalie shook her head in silent laughter.

"Its a good thing she isn't interested in becoming a dentist what with all of the cavities shes going to get," said April. "I saw this slide once of a girl's mouth, she..." But by then, no one was listening. Blocking out April was a regular chore for this group. Not that they didn't like her.. She had become a member of the little family after the shootings... Everyone kind of came together after that. But she would always give a reason behind her every thought, as if she was a "well of wisdom." However, if you listened too long to her, you might have wished you'd drowned in that "well" already.

So as the group continued in their own conversations, Mark watched the blonde walk into the den alone, and decided to take the opportunity to go and have a little chat with her.

Mark slid open the glass door after Aaliyah and found her sitting at the wet bar, debating over what dessert she wanted. Liyah was looking down at the spread on the bar top infront of her, sucking on her plastic fork, so consumed in her decision that she hadn't noticed her uncle had followed her, and she jumped when he approached her. "Oh my God! You scared me!" Liyah caught the fork and put it back into her mouth.

"Deep in thought?"

"You really are lucky I'm not Cristina, or I might have shanked you," she said with a mouth full of fork. She looked as serious as she could and Mark found it all very amusing. "I'm thinking of getting the cherry Jell-o, but... the cupcakes are calling me."

"Hearing voices, Liy? Maybe I should have you commited to Psych." Liyah let her jaw drop and the fork clattered to the floor.

"Uncle Mark... you can't hear the cupcakes talking? Maybe I should suggest to Teddy that she take you to an ear, nose, and throat specialist?.. Or," she grinned wickedly, "Maybe its just something that comes with old age." Mark was pretty sensitive about his age. Recently, he commenced his plight into midlife crisis, buying himself the newest top of the chart CDs, taking flying lessons, and considering hair plugs, (despite that all of his hair was still very much in tact.) He quickly decided to change the subject and initiate the conversation that he had promised Liyah's mothers he would do.

"You like cherry right?" He motioned to the Jell-o mold.

"Yea its my fave.. I get sad when its gone tho and it always seems to go fast, especially with certain cardio surgeons around," Liyah grumbled.

"Right, so you wanna keep it intact as long as ya can, right?" Aaliyah shot her Uncle a weird look. "Because once its gone you can't get it back." He was hoping she would get the hint.. it was too awkward for him to just ask his neice if she was banging the brunette she'd been clinging to for the past 5 months.

"Umm but you could always make more cherry Jell-o..." She was squinting at him now, giving him the same look her Mama had given him so many times.

"Well suppose you can't. Sometimes, once a cherry is gone its gone for good." There was a long and awkward pause...

"Are you talking about sex... because the metaphor I would have used involves a hot dog and ketchup..."

"Liy... Really? A hot dog? I thought you girls were more of a pair of baked potatoes, slit down the middle with the bu-" And once again, Mark managed to put his foot in his mouth. He gave an apologetic smile and tried to alleviate the situation by asking Liyah to stop bumping against the bar.

"Um... I'm not... and ew!" Liyah's eyes were wide with disbelief and her mouth hung open in shock.

"Then what is that?" He looked outside the window.

"No, I think its coming from the closet. Maybe a racoon got in again?" Liyah walked over to the closet across from her place at the wet bar. She gave her uncle a worried look before throwing it open. It only took her a moment to jump back and scream. "Oh my God! Ma - Mom! You know you can't actually make a fourth kid that way, right? Liyah asked in disgust. "I so will need therapy... My eyes are burning... I think I'm going blind."

Callie covered her chest with her hands and Arizona tried putting her panties on, tripping and falling only three times before succeeding.

"Shit!" Callie exclaimed.

"Shit.." Agreed Arizona.

"Oh snap!" Blurted out Mark, who was desperate to use the lingo he thought was still prevalent with today's youth.

"And now I'm going deaf as well... Please say I'm going deaf." Aaliyah sat down on the reclinder that faced the fireplace. Just then, Maddie ran into the room as the two women were rushing to dress.

"Mommy! Mommy!" She squeaked, "Danny is being mean to me!" She finally caught sight of her parents and asked in all innocense, "What are you doing?"

"They're playing "paddy-cake!''" Yelled Liyah, whose eyes were fixed on the floor with the best scowl she could manage.

"Madeline go.. go punch your brother," pleaded little girl ran out of the house, confused but with a mission.

"Arizona!" gasped Callie.

"Well, oh, okay but he'll be fine. I used to punch Daniel all of the time when we were growing up." She finished dressing. Mark had had his back to the women since the closet had been opened.

"Oh, cheer up Liy. Its kind of poetic.."

"Poetic!" How is it POetic! She asked, treating the word as if it carried an infectious disease.

"Think about it. Your two gay moms were doing it in a closet." Liyah let out a whine.

"Thats tragic, not poetic."

"Mark Sloan knows how to talk to a girl, huh?" egged Arizona, her hand on her hips. Mark turned around only to get slapped, "pimp style" as he would say, by Callie.

"This is all your fault!" the violence helped her refrain from speaking any Spanish. "You promised you wouldn't traumatize her!"

"He didn't! You... You.. Oh my God! I can still see! She pouted and sobbed without any tears. "If that was your little plan to keep me a virgin, well, they should institutionize it!" With that, she left to go find her girlfriend, with a grimace that even cherry Jell-o couldn't wipe off.