"All right, Brawlers, I'd like to propose a little pre-game toast." Ben called, holding up a bottle of beer to his teammates. "May we always remember that winning isn't everything, but having a full keg is. Game on!" They all cheered as Riley and Emma came around into the dugout. "Oh, hold up. I think we have a couple pinch hitters. Everyone, this is Riley and my daughter Emma." Ben introduced. "So if you're keeping score that's Wheeler, 1-0 in the unplanned-pregnancy game." Then he looked to Tucker. "Hey, Tuck, you wanna try some pop-ups while I get them settled?" Tucker shook his head.

"Oh, I'm good. I already ate." Ben grunted, and turned to Brooke, who had a bottle of water in her hand. For once, she had chosen to remain sober and drink water instead to help her stomach settle.

"I got this." She told Ben, before grabbing Tucker by the back of his shirt and pulling him out onto the field. "Come on, moron."

As soon as they left, Ben smiled at Riley and Emma. "I'm so glad you guys came down." Riley smiled back.

"I thought it'd be nice for Emma to see her daddy play. Hit a few over the fence." Ben chuckled.

"Clearly you've never seen me play, 'cause that's not exactly what I'm known for."

"Ben!" Tucker suddenly shouted, and came limping over the home plate attached to his foot. "Really? Glue on home plate." Ben laughed and pointed at Tucker.

"That's what I'm known for."

"Oh god!" Brooke ran behind the dugout, and you could hear her vomiting again. "Oh, that's ugly." She groaned, and Ben hurried over to see her hunched over, clutching her stomach, staring at a puddle of vomit on the ground.

"Brooke! You okay?" He asked, kneeling down beside her.

"I think I see my large intestine." She mumbled, falling over onto his leg. "Oh god, I'm sorry Ben." Ben just helped her up to her feet and let her lean on him.

"Its okay. I don't think you'll be able to play, though." She coughed.

"I can do it!" She choked fiercely. "Just let me get my water!" But Ben shook his head, bringing her back around and seating her on the bench, shooing away the gawking teammates.

"No, you need rest. I'll call my mom and see if she can pick you up." Brooke gave him a teary eyed glare, before pitching forward and throwing up viciously all over the ground. Ben just grabbed her hair and held it back for her, running her back.

"Thank you." She muttered as she sat back up. "Sorry about the dugout." Ben looked at the vomit that was surrounding both of their shoes.

"Its okay, we can just shovel into the grass." He insisted, and he motioned to Riley to text Bonnie. Brooke just as sat up and leaned up against him, looking miserable, her face red and sweaty.

"Seriously, thanks Ben. I don't know what I would do without you." Ben was a little surprised, but he put his arm around her and leaned his gently on hers.

"No worries, Brooke. I'm always going to be right there for you. I promise." That was when Bonnie showed up, panting.

"Okay! I came as fast as I could!" Riley furrowed her eyebrows.

"Mrs. Wheeler, were you close? That was quick!" Bonnie shook her head.

"Oh, no. I was actually halfway to the hockey rink when you texted! Which reminds me, would you spare me a few hundred dollars for my speeding ticket?"

"Why were you going to the hockey rink?" Brooke mumbled, and Bonnie's face fell.

"Well, I was going to see the new guy I'm dating, sweetie, but I should probably get you home and in bed first." Brooke shook her head, standing up with wobbly legs, Ben taking her hand and allowing her to push up on him.

"No, I'm okay." She told Bonnie, smiling weakly. "I'd actually like to meet him, if that's okay with you." Bonnie smiled back.

"Sure, honey. But, maybe we should grab you a bucket or something. Just in case.

BABYSITTER

"Yoo-hoo. Ladies in the locker room." Bonnie called as she and Brooke entered, Brooke taking a smelly trash bag from her bucket and throwing it away, grimacing at the squish as it hit the bottom. "But don't feel any pressure to cover up." That was when one of the players walked by in just a towel. "Hi, cowboy." That was when Danny saw them.

"Mom, Brooke, what are you doing?!" Bonnie jumped at Danny's voice.

"Oh hi, Danny." She said, and Brooke gave a wave from where she was leaning against the wall.

"Hey." Danny furrowed his eyebrows.

"I told you not to come see me here." Then he looked to Brooke, who was a sickly pale. "And Brooke, are you okay?" Brooke nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. And sorry I'm here, your mom picked me up on her way to come and see you."

"And I'm not." Bonnie cut in. "I didn't even know you were here." Danny groaned.

"That's worse. If my coach sees you again-" that was when the man himself walked in. "oh, damn it, there he is. Mom, please don't embarrass me. And Brooke, don't tell him about one of my teammates you've recently slept with." That was when his coach walked over. "Hey, Coach Hayes..."

"Wheeler." Hayes droned, before seeing Brooke and Bonnie. "Looks you brought Little Miss Sleep With My Goalkeeper." Brooke gave him a sarcastic salute and a small nod.

"Hello, Hank. Good to see you again." Then Hayes smiled at Bonnie.

"Hi, Bonnie." Bonnie forced a smile, clasping her hands together.

"Hey, Hank. I'm really sorry about-"

"Bonnie?" Danny interrupted. "Hank?" Hayes nodded, forcing a smile of his own.

"I'm glad you're cool with this, Wheeler. A lot of guys wouldn't be."

"Oh god." Brooke muttered, for the first time today not ready to barf. She knew what was going on.

"Wouldn't be what?" Danny, however, was a bit slow.

"Me going out with your mom." Hayes told him, realizing it as well.

"It takes him a minute..." Bonnie told him.

"You're going out with my mom?!!" Danny exclaimed.

"...But he always gets there." Brooke finished for her, and Hayes looked at his feet.

"I was going to talk to you myself, but Bonnie said she'd handle it." Bonnie nodded.

"And I handled it by not telling him." Bonnie told him. "See? Absolutely nothing embarrassing whatsoever. Happy?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Okay, no. Bye-bye. We should go." And they walked off, Danny just watching in shock, until Brooke tapped his arm.

"Hey, I know its not a good time, but could you drive me home? I kinda, threw up at softball practice."

(Okay, so I'm certain that there is the burning question of whether or not Ben and Brooke may or may not end up together by the end. Especially, you know, considering the whole Elle thing, which I am including! Well, if you can't wait, head on over to my SPOILERS book in a little bit, and I will reveal the answer! I'll be honest, I only figured it out a few minutes ago myself.)