"Wha?" Chris asked, not taking his eyes off the screen, which had a commercial for Victoria's Secret on it.
"Ali's gonna have a baby," JC said, squeezing her hand.
"Oh, that's cool," Justin said, still drooling over the commercial. Then it hit him. "Ali's gonna have a WHAT?" he asked, turning to face JC and Ali.
"A puppy. Yes, Justin, I'm having a baby!" Ali said excitedly.
Justin's eyes flew to her stomach, which was where the rest of the guys eyes were as well. "Yes, it's gonna grow, that's for sure and stop looking like it like I'm having an alien!" Ali shouted as she saw the guys staring at her stomach.
"If it's JC's baby, then it just might be an alien," Chris said jokingly.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" JC said, putting his hands on his hips.
"Nothing man, nothing," Chris said, laughing, as he walked over to Ali and hugged her. "Congradulations Als. This kid is gonna be so spoiled it's not gonna be funny."
"Yeah, I'm gonna teach him to play basketball," Justin said, hugging Ali.
"And I'm gonna teach him how to play football," Chris added.
"And I'll teach him how to ride horseback," Lance said.
"And I'll get him some Superman stuff!" Joey said excitedly, picturing a tiny Superman outfit.
"That's all good, but what are you guys gonna do if it's a girl?" Ali said, breaking their thoughts.
They all stared at her like she was mental. "It's gonna be a boy, it has to be a boy," Chris said.
"Yeah, what would I do with the little Superman outfit if it was a girl?" Joey asked.
"You'd have to do one of two things. Wear it or convert it into a Supergirl outfit," JC said.
"I think I'll make it a Supergirl outfit," Joey said, deep in thought.
Ali rolled her eyes as the group laughed at Joey. "You guys are seriously gonna corrupt our baby, aren't you?" she said.
"Yep," Justin said with a grin. "This kid is gonna be so screwed up he's gonna need therapy for the last forty years of his life."
"I think I'm gonna be the one in therapy, you guys are nuts," Ali said jokingly.
"Yep. We're nuts. Totally insane. Screwed up. Messed up, and so on and so on," Lance said.
"Oh my Lord. I think I'm gonna get something to drink," Ali said, getting up from her spot on the couch.
"No, honey, let me, what do you want?" JC said, jumping to his feet and running over to Ali.
Ali gave him a look as the group laughed. "I am capable of getting myself a soda, I'm only two months along, you know," she said.
"I know, I know, but, I, uh, um," JC trailed off.
"That right there would be the PFS coming on," Joey said.
"PFS?" Ali inquired.
"Protective Father Syndrome. And you better get used to it, he's gonna be like this for the next seven months. And when the baby gets here, he's gonna be even worse," Joey said, in all seriousness.
"Lovely, just great. JC, I'm getting my own soda, okay?"
"Okay, but this is the last time," he said as she walked toward the door.
"Last time my ass, I think not," Ali muttered as she walked out the door.
"I HEARD THAT!" JC yelled after she had walked out of the room.
"I WANTED YOU TO!" Ali yelled back.
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