"I hate these stupid glasses," Lisa grumbled, taking them off and tossing them down on the bed. Jack, who was in the middle of reading his magazine, looked over at her with a small smirk on his face.

"You know, for once, it's awfully nice that I get to relish in your misery, all the fun you've poked at me for my glasses. Tides a turning," he said with a playful nod of his head as he chuckled and put down his magazine. It was getting late, but they'd been reading in bed for at least the last hour, both of them enjoying just being near each other, but Lisa had wanted to read here for a few reasons. They had a ceiling fan in here, and she was hot all the time right now at 22 weeks, and she also preferred to have her pillows to help with her constant backaches. She glared at Jack and frowned at him.

"Ha, funny guy, funny old guy," she sassed him. "How did my eyes go badly that fast?"

"That's what they all say," Jack said, looking at her over his glasses as he added, "you never SEE it coming."

At that, Lisa picked up her book and smacked at his shoulder, Jack now laughing loudly at her. "I hate not being able to read without them. So annoying."

"Tell me about it," Jack said between laughs. "I've been dealing with it for over 20 years, and no, it never gets better. In fact, your eyes will certainly get worse before they level off. Thank your daughter there," he nodded at her very rounding stomach, a stomach that definitely had a mind of its own and was growing bigger and bigger each day. "Your optometrist said that with your hormones all over the place, it could maybe be the reason your eyes went to nothing that fast, well that," he leaned over, a teasing look on his face as he kissed her cheek, "you're old too."

"Charming you are," she smirked as Jack almost jumped back to his side before she swatted at him again, winking at her.

"You thought I was charming enough for that," he nodded at her stomach again, and she started to laugh.

"Yes, I did. What was I thinking?"

"We weren't, case in point," he nodded to her stomach again, and she continued to chuckle. Lisa reached for her glasses, groaning as she did, and she put them back on, the two settling back into their reading for the evening.

Before she turned back to her book, Lisa looked at Jack over her glasses, "Speaking of your daughters, I know you're waiting up to make sure the older one gets home okay."

"I'm not waiting up," he grumbled as he looked at his magazine and tried to ignore Lisa.

"Oh really?" Lisa grinned at him and waved her hand. "So, if I said I was tired and ready to go to sleep, you'd be fine turning off the lamp and going to bed?"

"Well, I'm not done reading my new fly fishing magazine," he smacked at his magazine. She smiled fondly at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"You are definitely waiting up for her. I get it. It's a long drive to Montana, and it's dark out now. She's had a very long day. I think it's sweet, always a parent, no matter their age."

He eyed her and then nodded, relenting, "Okay, fine, I might be waiting up to just hear that she's back. I'm aware she's a grown woman, older than other very opinionated woman in this house-"

"Amy's not that opinionated," Lisa teased, and Jack closed his eyes laughing at her.

"It's not wrong even with her all grown up that I worry. I worry about any of my girls and I mean ALL the girls here," he winked at her. "You're not traveling," he nodded at her. "I know where you are, but I worry when you do travel. I worry now when you haven't been feeling well. Another one of my girls," he nodded at Lisa, "is safe with her mom," he said, reaching over and putting his hand on her stomach. Lisa's smile grew when he said that. "Amy's down the hall. I always worry some about Lou living in that ridiculously loud city, but I can't do anything to keep her safe. Tonight, I've got another one of my girls out late, and yes, I'll worry about her, maybe especially since she's with Tim."

Lisa laughed at that, patting Jack's hand on her stomach, "I'm glad Tim went to that horse clinic with her. That should reassure you."

He scrunched up his face and tossed his head from side to side, "Yeah, but it's Tim."

"And Tim, faults and all," she patted his hand again, "has been doing very well with her. She still really loves him. You know that. I know it's hard to trust him, but he's not messed up since he's been back. Be glad she's in love with just Tim, the only man she loves and isn't parading men in and out of here."

He sighed but nodded, but then, as they both started to put their glasses on again, Jack, still with his hand resting on Lisa's stomach, paused and whipped his head toward Lisa.

"When did she start kicking?"

"Huh, what?" Lisa looked over the rim of her glasses at Jack and shook her head. "She's not."

"Yes, she is," he nodded to his hand. "Lise, that's what that is."

"No, no," she shook her head. "My stomach is rumbling. Dare I say I'm actually hungry."

"She's kicking. I promise that's what that is. You keep saying you haven't felt anything-"

"I haven't," she nodded. "Just upset stomach."

"She's kicking," he gestured, and then, he reached for her hand to put with his. "Lise, that's kicking."

"Wait, it is?" Lisa shifted, shushing Jack, not that they could hear something, as she put her hand by his. The two waited, and then, Jack smiled, nodding at her, "See, she's kicking."

"Really?" Lisa's eyes widened, looking horrified. "That's it? Well, she's been doing that awhile. I thought it was indigestion."

"Kicking," he nodded. "It's only going to get stronger."

"Well, I felt that," she said now with a frown. "Oh, I'm already a horrible mother. I can't even recognize kicking."

He chuckled, but then reached for her hand again and put his on top of hers, "You are not. You're new at all of this, old too," he said, then, jerking his hand back before she could swat at him again.

She started to laugh and then picked up the other, thicker book on her nightstand, smiling at the latest sonogram picture she had there, and smacked at him as he laughed. "You're so awful. I can't believe I married you."

"Oh, I can believe it," he grumbled. "There's a term for a gold digger, but I don't know the term for a woman trapping someone for a baby."

She dropped her head and burst out laughing, the two after all this time, able to laugh about it, all the things that had seemed to be obstacles for them-age, the baby, remarriage, the lot of it, but it felt really good to joke and laugh about it now."

They were still laughing when they heard Marion come in the front door, and Lisa turned to Jack with a warm smile as she nodded toward the door, "See, the baby bird has returned to the nest."

"Baby bird," he grumbled, eyeing her. "I don't think so. More like a hawk or vulture, the way she swoops in and commands attention."

Lisa burst out laughing at that, waving her hand at Jack, "Vulture? Really? Do we all have bird associations?"

He looked over at her, looked her up and down as she continued to laugh, "You're no better, probably another hawk or vulture."

"Me? Why?"

"Because you two are always in cahoots. Vultures circle together, work together, which is the two of you."

"Vulture," Lisa continued to laugh. "I don't even like birds."

"I don't either, which makes me wonder how I tolerate the pair of you. Marion?" Jack called out as if he didn't know who had come in.

"I'm home, Dad. You can go to sleep now," she yelled from the kitchen, and at that, Lisa burst out laughing and swatted at Jack. His face reddened, and he shook his head again, looking over at Lisa.

"Marion," Lisa yelled to her. "Stop by a sec."

They could hear her approaching as her voice got louder the closer she got, "Do I want to? Everyone decent?"

"Our door is open," Jack waved his hand toward it, groaning as he added, "Everyone's decent," and at that moment, he made eye contact with Marion who arrived in the doorway and leaned up against it. "Hi," he said with a nod. "Everything go okay?"

"Yeah, it did," she nodded with a small smile. "A very good day, a good clinic. Just a long day, but Tim and I had a nice time." Lisa had her book open but resting on her stomach. Jack had his magazine in his lap, and both were holding their glasses as they talked to Marion. "You two look like you are trying to stay awake until I got home," she flashed a fake smile.

Lisa laughed, and Jack turned quickly toward her, waving his hand, "You know, you need to learn the art of being subtle especially if you plan to try this same tactic down the road."

"Oh, you mean what, 15, 20 years down the road?" Lisa eyed him. "Yeah, I should," she nodded and grinned then at Marion before she looked back at Jack, "because you'll have lost your hearing by then and won't hear a bulldozer rolling up to the house, let alone a teenage girl."

Marion burst out laughing there, braced with her back against the door, and Lisa flashed a grin at Jack. He closed his eyes, laughing as he did, and the two finally settled.

"You two are in a good mood," and as soon as she said that, she grimaced, no doubt wondering the circumstances of their moods.

Lisa cleared her throat, eyeing Marion, guessing why Marion grimaced as she spoke, "We've had a nice quiet, evening just relaxing," she said with a firm nod. "We watched a movie with Amy, early enough for her to get to bed on this school night, and we've been reading in here for some time, laughing a lot too."

"Some of us discovered that it's not indigestion, but kicking," Jack raised his eyebrows, glancing at Lisa, and Lisa grimaced at being called out on that.

Marion's eyes widened, "Ohh, she's kicking?"

"Apparently," Lisa scrunched up her face, waving her hand toward Jack. "I'm a horrible mother already, didn't know that's what it was. I thought I had an upset stomach."

"Yeah, put my hand there," Jack indicated, doing the same again, "and she was kicking. Lise didn't even seem to notice. Probably why the doc wasn't too concerned last visit when you said she hadn't kicked. He just knew you were a terrible mother," and Jack jumped away as Lisa's mouth dropped open and swatted at him again. " Marion smiled and then laughed at that, nodding.

"Dad, you're terrible," and turning her attention to Lisa added, "I guess it does feel a little like that, but Lisa, she doesn't kick much?"

"Well," Lisa tried to almost drop her head, "I really thought I had that upset of a stomach, not that it was related to my nausea, but I just thought it was another component of it. I've thought that for weeks. Oh, I guess she's kicking again," and Jack nodded, his hand there.

"I was going to just say that."

Lisa gestured to Marion, "Come here. You can feel her." Marion waved her hand toward them.

"You sure? Everyone decent?"

"Marion," Jack rolled his eyes. "I'm wearing what I always wear. Shirt, sleep pants-"

"Just checking," she smirked at them, making her way around the bed to Lisa who was sitting up with her hand there. Marion grinned at Lisa as she approached, "Oh, you're wearing that new shirt I got you. Perfect."

Lisa flashed a grin at her, and she hooked her hand toward Jack, "He didn't even notice."

"What?" Jack asked, looking at her over his glasses, still perched on his nose. "What does your shirt say?"

"Seriously, Dad, you haven't noticed? You just said you've both been in here reading."

"I'm pregnant, not fat," he repeated, reading Lisa's shirt, and both women started laughing and nodding.

"I was wondering if you'd ever notice it, especially since it's not what I'd normally wear to bed-"

Marion put her hands up in defense, "Now, I'll leave if you are onto a topic like that."

Lisa rolled here eyes at Marion and sighed, "You know what I mean. You've all seen me in my silk pajama sets around here."

"Yeah, and none of them fit, which is one reason I got you that shirt," she nodded. "I knew you would never wear it out, but I figured it was perfect for sleeping."

Jack waved his glasses, now in his hand, "You really got her that shirt?"

Marion shrugged, "Umm, yeah, it's true."

"Pretty sure anyone looking at her knows she's pregnant," Jack chuckled, but he stopped quickly noting the women glaring at him. "I mean, it's obvious she's pregnant-"

"Dad, you are seriously digging a hole, commenting about her being fat-"

"You just said she's not- it's pregnancy. I'm agreeing with you!" Jack exclaimed.

Marion waved at Lisa, "I can see why he didn't even notice the shirt. Wow, he's stopped noticing you at all. Sad, Dad," she nodded, and Lisa was biting her lip trying not to laugh at this silly conversation and Marion poking at Jack. "Lisa, I'm so sorry he has gotten you pregnant and then just discarded you as unattractive."

"I've done no such thing!" Jack's eyes widened, and just as he was getting upset, he realized Marion was totally sassing him. He locked eyes with her and rolled his own, shaking his head at her.

"Well, you can't argue you did get her pregnant," Marion pointed out, and Lisa just dropped her head as the father-daughter chat continuing on.

"Obviously I did," he waved his hand, and Marion nodded sympathetically at Lisa.

"Yeah, but then not even noticing you anymore, Lisa. Lost interest."

"I haven't lost interest in her," Jack spit out. "She's beautiful, and believe me, I definitely notice," he said and then winched himself, realizing this was a conversation he probably didn't want to have with his daughter.

"Okay," she raised her hands in defense, "on that note, I'll leave."

"Ohh, wait," Lisa reached for Marion's hand and gestured. "You can feel her kick." At that, all teasing aside, the conversation was dropped, and the room grew quiet as Marion waited for the baby to kick. She smiled brightly when she did, meeting Lisa's eyes who then smiled too.

"She's kicking, yay!" Marion nodded. She waved at Lisa, "Really? You didn't know that was kicking?"

"I do now!" Lisa exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "As we are all aware, I've been slow to everything about this pregnancy."

"Oh, aware," Marion smirked at her. "You'd think this," she waved at her basketball sized stomach, "was just a symptom of menopause had I not figured out you were pregnant with Dad's kid," she smirked. "You'd have yourself convinced you were fat," she smirked, "and having a lot of indigestion. You'd be one of those crazy people on tv who show up in the ER with a lot of pain and pressure, have a kid, and say they didn't know they were pregnant."

"Stop," Lisa laughed, swatting at Marion, but then she paused and nodded, "You're probably right."

"So, little sis is kicking," Marion nodded, stepping away as she started back to the door. "When does she get a name? Ohh," she glanced at the foot of the bed where after smacking at Jack the last time, Lisa had thrown the thicker book from her nightstand. "A baby name book! That's a good sign. You were talking names?"

"No, not tonight," Lisa shook her head as Marion picked up the book and started thumbing through it. "Just using it as a weapon on Jack."

"Lisa got me that for my birthday last week," Jack explained, smirking at her comment, glancing to Lisa with a smile. "I told her I was pretty sure I am the only 67-year-old who ever received a baby name book."

"Probably a true statement," Marion laughed, shaking her head at what she was reading. "Where do they come up with some of these?" She had randomly opened the book and was scanning the names.

"Oh, don't get your dad started. I swear, the two of you sound exactly the same."

"You said the same?" Marion eyed Jack, and he gestured for the book.

"Call me old-fashioned, but there are some ridiculous names in there, things that shouldn't be baby names."

"Like what?" Marion handed Jack the book as she moved around the room to stand in the doorframe again.

"Here we go," Lisa rolled her eyes, sighing as she shifted onto her side, facing the two of them. "Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to talking about names."

Jack eyed her, "I thought it was a great birthday present. I've wanted to give her a name." As he said that, Jack put his glasses back on and opened the book to where he'd apparently marked a page. He started to read, "Lily, Daisy, Violet, Rose, Marigold, Ivy, Holly, Poppy," he paused and made a face, first looking at Lisa and then over to Marion. He waved his hand, looking over his glasses, "Those are flower names, not little girl's names."

Both Lisa and Marion started to laugh, and Lisa gestured toward Marion, "See? He's been doing this with all the names, just one more reason it should have been a boy," she grumbled.

"Oh, Lisa," Marion frowned. "You're not still upset she's a girl?"

"No, no, not at all, and I wasn't upset before. I just wanted Jack to have a boy."

He clasped her hand and eyed her, "And, I've told you I'm pretty good with little girls, haven't messed up one yet," and then he glanced at Marion and waved his hand, looking back at Lisa, "Okay, maybe one." The three laughed, and finally, as they settled Marion, nodded toward the book.

"I think some of those are sweet names. Poppy is cute."

Jack made a face and shook his head, "No, Poppy Bartlett-sounds way too peppy and not the right name."

Marion raised an eyebrow, "You don't think she'll be peppy? Have you met your wife? She defines peppy." Lisa laughed at Marion's comment, but Jack shook his head.

"Those are all a no."

"Ask him what he likes," Lisa encouraged Marion with a nod. "Oh, and as I say that, you'd better thank your mother for your name because I'm sure she is the one who came up with is after seeing his list."

"Ha ha," Jack smirked at Lisa, waving at Marion. "I did come up with Marion's name."

"Never really loved it, myself," Marion shrugged, and when Jack looked at her, horrified, she added, "What? It's old school."

"Oh, just ask about his list," Lisa pointed her finger at Jack's book.

"Let's have it Dad-you don't like the 'flower' names as you said. What did you write down?"

"Fine," he said slowly, drawing out the word as he glanced at his list. He waved his hand, "These are in no particular order-Agatha, Agnes, Betty, Dorothy, Harriet, Myrtle, Beatrice, Ruth, Hazel, Edith, Bertha, Mildred-"

"Wait, that list is awful, Dad!" Marion exclaimed, and that had Lisa burst out laughing as she nodded. "Do you hate your child? Are you upset Lisa ended up being super fertile there and now want to punish the baby?"

Lisa couldn't stop laughing. She was now crying that she was laughing so hard, and Jack looked frustrated and gestured at his list, "What is wrong with this list? I like classic names."

"Those," Marion pointed at it and grimaced, "are awful, not classics. They are dead and need to stay buried, just like that mess of a truck you have out there. Classics, nope. You seriously think Bertha Bartlett or Betty Bartlett sounds like a sweet little girl, like Lisa's little girl?"

Jack recoiled, "She's mine too."

"Oh, I'll make sure Lisa gets full custody in that mess because I wouldn't let her stay with you if you name her that."

"Oh, thank goodness I do the birth certificate paperwork," Lisa spit out between laughs, and Marion grinned at that, nodding in agreement.

"Besides," Marion nodded toward Jack's list, "Myrtle is a plant name, so put that on your no-go flower list." Lisa laughed even harder at that comment, and Jack's face turned red as he pursed his lips and looked from his daughter to his wife. He reached for a pen and drew a line through it to demonstrate what Marion pointed out, smirking at the two of them.

"At least I'm trying. This one," he hooked his hand at Lisa, "hasn't come up with anything decent."

"Well, you haven't either with that list," Marion spoke up, waving at Jack. "Just terrible. Don't make me take this task from the two of you and pick it myself. I'm not letting my little sister be bullied her entire life because her name is Agatha," she rolled her eyes. "Do better," she pointed at the two of them and then yawned. "Okay, I'm headed to bed. Seriously, guys," she shook her head again, disappointed in them with a frown on her face. "Do better. I can't have Poppy with a middle name like that."

"Her name isn't Poppy," they said in unison, both chuckling as they did. Marion waved at them, but Jack called out to her.

"Ahh, Marion, tell Tim thanks for going with you," Jack said with a single nod. Marion's eyes widened in surprise, but she met Lisa's gaze, and the two women shared a soft smile. Marion nodded at Jack, but he added, raising his eyebrow at her, "Do I need to get my shotgun out tonight?"

"Ahh, only to shoo off the guys for Poppy," she flashed a grin, and Lisa laughed again. Marion hooked her hand over her shoulder, "I'm a big girl, Dad, and I'm really glad Tim went with me too. I'll tell him. Night," she said, and with that, she gestured to their door, and then closed it as she left.

"Ahh, it felt really good to laugh like that tonight," Lisa sighed, throwing her head back on the pillow. Jack nodded in agreement.

"It did," he said, reaching for her hand. He brought it up and kissed it, glancing at her. "I enjoy laughing with you, and I know I told you last week on my birthday, but this book was a great gift," he winked. "You know, though, we have to find a name for her because if we don't soon, Marion is going to keep calling her Poppy, and then it will just become her name."

Lisa made a face, "I don't want her name to be Poppy."

"I don't either," Jack chuckled a warm smile on his face. "Keep up this avoidance," he poked at her stomach, "and it will just happen. My daughter will be naming your daughter."

"She's yours too," Lisa rolled her eyes.

"Good," Jack grumbled as he collected his things to put on his nightstand with a quick glance back at Lisa. "Thank you for the confirmation, always wondered," and as soon as he said that, he jumped out of the way as best he could in bed while Lisa did exactly what he expected and swatted at him. Her mouth was open, and she shook her head.

"You're so awful," she huffed, trying to look upset but laughing instead. "You know I'm struggling with this, all of this, the idea she could be taken from us when we get closer and closer to her being a reality each day."

He nodded, turning off his lamp and then turning back to her, "I know, but as we talked, she still needs a name, no matter what happens. We both agree on that."

"Well the few I liked, you vetoed."

He frowned and shook his head, now trying to get situated for bed as he stretched out, "I only recall you proposing one name, Sydney, and I said it wasn't bad, but it was just too maybe modern for me. I just can't get on board."

"Right, fine," she nodded, "okay, so your flower names as you have coined them are out. I guess we'll make a list of city names to avoid?" Jack who was now horizontal opened an eye and looked up at Lisa, still sitting up and smirking at him. He pursed his lips as he considered that.

"You know, I think that's a great list to avoid as well, yes. No to Sydney, ahh, let's see, London, Paris-"

"Paris," Lisa burst out laughing. "We're not celebrity stars naming a baby."

"It is your favorite city," Jack yawned. "No to ahh-"

"Victoria?" Lisa eyed him.

He shook his head, "No, name of a city, and you know how I feel about that now." Lisa laughed, shifting in her spot to get comfortable as well. She put her book up and turned off her light. "So, no to the flowers, to the cities-Sydney, London, Paris, Victoria, Alexandria," he yawned again as Lisa continued to chuckle, "Okotoks," and at that Lisa burst out laughing, moving around to get comfortable, "ahh, Brooklyn, Savannah, Denver, Phoenix, Dakota-"

"That's a state, or two states, North and South," Lisa interrupted, turning on her side toward him briefly to answer.

"Right, sorry, what was I thinking?" Jack smirked. "Dakota Bartlett, veto." She laughed again and nodded.

"Not disagreeing with you."

"Where was I? Ahh, Toronto, Detroit," and at that Lisa burst out laughing again. "Charlotte-"

"Oh, that was kinda cute actually," Lisa frowned. Jack shook his head.

"Dated a girl named Charlotte."

"When?" Lisa chuckled at him. "I guess she broke your heart?"

"Year 5 I think," Jack winked, and Lisa laughed loudly again. "No, she ended up stomping on my lunch when I didn't want to kiss her, told her kissing was gross." Lisa's' laugh only intensified, and finally, in the silence, as the two stopped talking and laughing, she looked at him, barely able to make out his features in the dim light.

"Well, if I kiss you, are you going to stomp on my lunch and tell me it's gross?"

"No, Agatha needs you to eat that lunch. I won't bother it," he grumbled, and that had Lisa giggling again. She leaned over to kiss him goodnight, and he returned her kiss, patting her side as he did. "Not gross at all," he mumbled, smiling at her. She then turned over on her other side, and at that, Jack snuggled up behind her, snaking his arm around her onto her stomach.

"Sydney isn't kicking anymore," she grumbled quietly, and that had Jack chuckle too. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"You know, really, I won't fight you on the name you want."

"No, no," she patted his hand there on her stomach as she yawned. "We'll find a name we both like, all kidding aside. We're a team, and well, we made her together."

"Don't remind me," he grumbled, which had Lisa chuckling.

"Oh, really, you don't want to be reminded? In my memory, that was a pretty great trip to the fishing cabin."

"Okay, maybe it's not such a bad reminder," he yawned. "I'm falling asleep," he said, and Lisa turned her head, the two giving each other one last kiss before going to sleep. Jack settled in back to holding her, calling out one last thing, "Goodnight my love."

"I love you too," she said, squeezing his hand.

"Wasn't talking to you," he grumbled, "to Agatha," and at that, Lisa started laughing again. Jack kissed the side of her head, finally, saying his last comment before sleep overtook him, "I really like hearing you laugh, Lise. She's going to be okay. I just know it, and we'll be her parents."