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Jade wasn't to thrilled about her current condition, the one that had dominated her life ever since that little mistake. A mistake she regretted for far to many reasons, and yet, wasn't trying to rectify. Jade was pregnant, and the whole way it happened both made her mad, and had her thinking about possible stories based on how she got in that condition.

"The doctor said you can move about, as long as you don't over exert yourself." Randal said. The man was a nurse, hired to help her through this time. Jade didn't know if he was gay, strait, or what, just that he was a "Bear" type, thick and heavy and full of more muscle then she'd have imagined. Large and intimidating, his personality wasn't to comforting, except once she got to know him, and realized he was a professional, and taking care of people like her was his specialty.

"Actually, my specialty is taking care of terminal patients, people who are suffering from a short list of conditions." Randal had explained when he was hired. "But my last PSP patient left me needing a change, at least for a bit, and this job at least won't end in death."

Jade just accepted his help, and waddled her way towards the balcony, where she could look over the back yard, and all the things she knew were happening today. "Come, let me show you my friends." Jade told her not yet child. "Lots to go over so you'll be all caught up with mommies constant rage issues."

Randal just rolled his eyes as he escorted her to the balcony, and the view beyond. Down by the pool, a couple of models were working, with the photographer directing them to give her the looks she wanted, sexy and appealing. "See that boy, with the good hair? He's mommies ex, and the man who should have been your daddy. Only, for reasons too embarrassing to explain, your daddy is the man you met a while ago."

"That would be the guy you asked to stop touching your belly?" Randal asked.

"All I did was remind him that, if he kept touching me, this would be the last child he'd ever be capable of fathering." Jade said to the nurse. "And he was a donor, someone who gave genetic material, cause of a stupid computer mock-up that hinted our child would look great, be healthy, all that chiz my partner wanted…"

Beck was trying to give his best sales look as the photographer worked him, showing the world an eye for details no one ever expected from her, presenting the whole image in the best possible light. "Okay, betting you can't guess it, cause you're inside me and can't see it, but Beck's selling a watch. Him and those girls... man, why'd I have to be bi, cause right now, really horny, and really huge." She glanced back at the nurse. "Are we sure there's only one in there? I feel bigger then a house."

"Eight month, this is to be expected." The man replied. "So, pretty boy is your ex, huh? How'd he take the whole pregnancy?"

"He laughed at me." Jade pouted. "It was an accident, even if we'd hired a guy for his spunk. See, my wife, you remember her, right?" She didn't bother looking, watching as the photographer paused a moment to turn and, dropping all pretense, waived like a maniac at her. Cat had found her footing after her original careers had stalled, first by taking pictures of her own work, then by getting hired to take pictures of other peoples work. Her original designs weren't inspiring enough for the fashion world, but her eye for details, for what sells, was spectacular, and Cat soon had as many clients as she could take. "See, he's now a successful model, thanks to my best friend, who needed someone, and there he was. Beck became her go to guy, up until it jump stared a profitable career for him. Of course, he's still trying to break into acting, and he does have a shot. Only, he's known for his looks, not his charms, so he's been having almost as rough a go at things. Only, doing better, cause of Cat. Lots of us are doing better cause of her."

"You realize, you can't just leave us hanging like that." Randal said, smiling for the first time today.

"Sigh, okay." Jade looked out at the pool, past Beck. "We were struggling, and I mean struggling, with the closest my group got was Tori, my wife, who had her contract at Neutronium, and was looking to be a no hit wonder, selling enough that they could justify the album, but why limit yourself to just justifying it. Only, when she saw what Cat could do, she organized us, got us to help out, and before I knew it, she had her own advertising agency." She shook her head. "Didn't so much go broke as morph into a production company that uses the talents of the various people involved, including me, to sell shit all over the world. For me, it was directing a few commercials, before I found my footing as the administrator, Tori being the show runner for that lame comedy her sister stars in. I swear, I don't get where the audience is, but Trina is a hit, somewhere. Beck became a model, and Andre came in to our music division, not that it's much of a division. Jingles gave way to being a label, our own tiny label, and Dre helps run that. No one is getting rich, except us, cause that's Tori's gift. Things work out for her. But everyone is doing well, will be rich one day, thanks to Cat."

Blue eyes watched the models a second longer as Cat moved them a bit away, into the garden, for the next burst of shots. "Even Robbie is a part of that." She said. "Cat, had to let her use our home, like old times, from way before we got this working mansion, to say sorry for choosing Robbie to be the dad of our first child. Of course, it was supposed to be Tori who carried the child." She glanced back at the man. "Dre got us this toy, one that could be used to direct deposit the seed in her, only no one told us it had two chambers, and could fire both directions. I was already almost a month preggers when we realized which of us is carrying Robbie's child. Wanted to kill someone, but Dre honestly didn't know, got the toy second hand from Sinjin. Was too afraid to ask what he was doing with it. And we need Robbie, cause while no one knows what he does, what he does in essential."

Jade motioned for the nurse to move a touch closer. "He's the only person my wife can bounce ideas off of, and then have the results make money. Not sure why, cause while so many of his ideas are awful, like him as DJ. How the holy fuck is he making so much doing that. But sometimes, his ideas are winners, like him being a nostalgia DJ, and making bank off of that, as well as helping Tori create, which leaves me to run the whole business, as well as eight fucking months pregnant with Robbie Shapiro's child. So of course I had to threaten him."

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Okay, just another future story where we get to see another, very different future for the gang. Thought I'd hate it, found it again, and I do kinda like some of the stuff in here. So, thoughts?