"You know you're feeding four people, not all of Siberia, right?" Adam asked, stealing a chip from the bowl on the counter.

"Yeah, but think about these four people for a moment, and then tell me that this is too much food."

"I guess you're right," he shrugged, opening the fridge. "Hey, how come we don't have anything to drink?"

"I just bought a case of Coke."

"But it's diet. And caffeine free. That is not something you drink. That is something that makes you think that there are old people or pregnant ladies in the house."

"Don't say that word so loud."

He laughed and patted her stomach.

"There's not much you can do about that now, babe."

"Honey, you know how I feel about spilling the beans right now."

"Yes, I know. And I love you for being this sensitive to everyone else."

"I can't tell if you're teasing me or mocking me."

He smiled and tapped her pouting bottom lip.

"Neither."

"Well okay."

"Hey, when are they getting here? I'm hungry."

"Austin said they would be here before the game started, but knowing the two of them, they're probably still making out somewhere."

"Lindsay."

"What? They say the same thing about us."

"Wanna make good on that?"

"Maybe later. You picking up what I'm laying down?"

"Loud and clear."

There was a knock on the door a split second before it opened and Austin and Danny came in.

"See, I told you we are not knocking friends," Austin said, shoving Danny.

"I was raised to believe in common courtesy."

"So you just slap your mama in the face when you don't hold the door for me?"

"Or you slap me in the face for holdin' the door because it's so wussy."

"Pick a side, Messer."

"You two sound like you're 85," Lindsay noted, passing by them to turn on the game.

"Maybe we should give them some of that caffeine free Coke," Adam suggested.

"Shut up."

"Geez Linds, think this is enough junk food to clog our arteries?"

"I think it falls in line with the regulations for daily consumption based on a 2,000 calorie diet."

"They sure widened those parameters since I was a kid," Danny noted, swiping a hot wing.

"Yes, well Supersize Me is very popular right now."

"Ug, don't talk to me about Morgan Spurlock as I'm about to eat massive amounts of things that aren't good for me," Austin said, frowning and holding her stomach.

"We're going to miss the game if we keep talkin'," Danny mentioned, his plate now full of food that he was going to regret eating in the morning. "And it's bad luck to miss the beginning of a Yankees game."

"He's not joking. This one time we were late to a game and it was a bloodbath. The boys were in terrible form and I could barely watch," Austin said.

"I can see you're scarred for life," Lindsay dead-panned, raising an eyebrow.

"You joke now but you just wait until the 49'ers get mangled out on the field. You'll be singing a different tune."

"What, like Oh Canada?"

"You're weird."

"Thanks."

The four of them managed to pile on the couch, sitting about as close as they would have if they had been able to actually go to the game for real. Though they were rooting for the same team, friendly insults flew straight through to the ninth inning, which found them all leaning forward tense with anticipation as to which way the close game was going to go. In the end the Yankees scored a victory with a play impressive enough to make Austin punch the air in excitement.

"Did we just really witness that play?" Danny asked, his eyes transfixed on the screen.

"We did. And holy Derek Jeter. I love you Adam, but if you ever die, I'm going to hunt that guy down and… whoo."

"Not if I get him first," Austin interjected.

"Now just wait a minute there. I called dibs."

"You did not!"

"I said it first! Were you not just here?"

"Excuse me, but I have been a Yankees fan longer than you and I feel like it is my right to call firsties."

"Well you might feel like that, but it don't mean it's true."

"Um," Adam started, taking a deep breath. "You guys know you're fighting over which husband has to die first, right?"

"Yeah."

"As long as we're clear."

"Aw honey, you're just mad that you lost ten bucks on that game."

"You bet against the Yankees?" Danny and Austin shouted in unison.

"She had that look in her eyes. You haven't ever seen it and I pray that you don't but it's a look you don't say no to," he explained, pulling a ten out of his pocket and handing it to her.

"Cash never smelled so good."

"Weird."

"Know what else?"

"No, and I don't want to know but I'm certain you're going to tell me."

"I want ice-cream."

"Great."

"And maybe someone should take this ten and go down and get some."

"Maybe that someone should be you," Danny suggested.

"No, because I have the shortest legs out of everyone here and therefore I walk the slowest, increasing the chances that said ice-cream will be melted upon my return."

"I'm going Team Lindsay on this one," Austin said.

"Guess I'm going to the store," Adam sighed.

"I'll go with ya, buddy. The henpecked have to stick together."

They left the apartment amid loud clucking from the couch.

"Those two put up with a lot from us."

"I think they love us a little."

"Seems so. Want me to help you clean this place up?"

"Yeah, thanks."

They carried plates and glasses into the kitchen and rinsed them off in the sink, then put the few leftovers into the fridge.

"Hey Aust?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you doing okay?"

She sighed and nodded, slowly wiping off the counter.

"Some days are good and some days are bad."

"Do you have a signal or something?"

"What?"

"Something that tells me if it's a good day or a bad day. Because on a bad day, I could like… give you first dibs on Jeter."

"You are my best friend in the world," she said with a laugh. "It's getting better. I'm still not there, but I'm moving in that direction."

"Okay. Now, serious question. Cones or bowls?"

"Cones!"

Lindsay pulled the box of ice-cream cones out of the cupboard just as the guys came back, bickering about something.

"They spelled chocolate wrong; what makes you think it's not poison?" Adam asked Danny who just shrugged.

"So it says Chocklit. Doesn't mean there's roaches in it."

"Danny, don't ever mention chocolate and roaches in the same sentence again."

"Says the girl who eats bugs."

"I do not eat bugs, I ate bugs."

"Difference being?"

"To eat is continual. Ate is past tense."

"And in English?"

"That was English; take a class."

"And don't spend the entire semester makin' out in the back row with Mary Hubbel."

"Can it, Austin."

"Oooh, I ate too much," Lindsay groaned, rolling back and forth on the bed and clutching her stomach.

"You ate less than the rest of us," Adam replied, tossing his shirt in the general direction of the dirty clothes basket.

"I'm a light weight, what can I say?"

"Nothing, I suppose."

He turned off the light and crawled in next to her, smiling when she nestled in beside him in her usual spot with her head on his chest.

"Did you talk to Austin?"

"Yeah. I didn't tell her yet. I'm going to wait a little bit longer."

"Honey, I know you love her and I know you're waiting until life evens out, but you're going to have to say something eventually. Or people are going to figure it out and that's going to make it look like we've been lying or hiding it."

"I know. I'll tell her in the next few days."

"Okay. Hey, remember what you said before?"

"Raincheck."

"Is there a chance of rain in the morning?"

"Seventy percent chance of rain. Partly cloudy."

"Good odds. Night babe."

"Goodnight."

She leaned up and kissed him a few times before yawning and settling in for the night.