"I am not pretending to be your wife." Riley told him, annoyed. Emma was back in the stroller next to Ben.

"But I need you! You're the glue of my very flimsy lie." Riley threw up her hands.

"Well, I can't tomorrow. I'm having lunch with Jack." Ben furrowed his eyebrows.

"Jack?" Riley nodded.

"The guy I'm seeing. In the real world. Where I'm single and not breastfeeding." Ben squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then looked at Riley again.

"Okay, how's this? Once Henderson hires me, we'll get a quick, but amicable divorce." Riley rolled her eyes.

"If only you had anything I wanted half of." Ben threw up his hands.

"I just want Emma to have a father she can be proud of." Ben sighed. "Please, you have to help me... "Riley Wheeler." Riley looked down at her lap.

"I only wrote that in my notebook every day." Then she realised she said that outloud. "I'm just working on our backstory." Ben's eyes went wide with glee.

"So you'll do it?" That was when Bonnie came in, and saw the stroller.

"Oh, hell no! This is going back." She told Ben, before grabbing the stroller and storming out. "Angry blonde with a baby coming through, people. Move it. Come on. Move it, move it, move it."

BABYSITTER

"Oh, hell no. This is going back." Tucker told Danny when they saw the girly, pink stroller back in their apartment. Danny nodded.

"Yeah! Let's get it out of here!" They pushed the stroller out of the apartment, Emma out with Bonnie, but as they walked out into the hall, they saw Brooke coming out of her apartment, wiping her eyes, a purse over her shoulder and a half drank bottle of wine in her hand.

"Hey Brooke!" Danny called, but Tucker was panicking, knowing the consequences of drinking and pregnancy. He liked to call it Ben.

Brooke's eyes went wide when she saw them, and she wiped her eyes again.

"Oh! Hey guys!" Danny furrowed his eyebrows, going over to her, Tucker right behind him.

"Brooke, have you been crying?"

"Crying?" She asked, her voice pitching higher. "What's crying? I don't cry. Who's crying? Is Emma crying? I should go check on her!" Then she tried to run past Danny and Tucker, but they both blocked her with their arms. She sighed, and turned around to lean up against their conjoined arms. "Its just... Apparently, I can't get anywhere with just skill alone. I have to use my body to reach the top!"

"Oh, girl, come on now!" Tucker told her, helping her stand straight. "You've got the skills to pay the bills! You can make a new kind of alcohol within minutes! You can snap any one of us guys into gear in a second! You can win a game of Shot and Score and get a little more! And plus, if my memory serves me correctly and, let's be honest, it was a drunken hot mess that we both try to forget, you are very good with what you do in the bedroom." Brooke glowered at him.

"Great! Even you think that my body is one of my better skills! Along with my ability to flirt, and drink!" Danny put his hand on her shoulder.

"Brooke, did something happen today at work?" She gave him a look.

"Hasn't Ben already told the whole building yet?" Danny shook his head.

"Ben hasn't told us anything." She sighed.

"Good, because I don't want to talk about it." That was when Tucker had an idea, and pushed the pink stroller over.

"Hey, I know you're upset about your ability to be sexy, but do you wanna help us trade in Strawberry Shortcake's stroller and get our hotrod back so we can woo some potential hookups?" Brooke crossed her arms, but nodded.

"Yeah. I really could use a hookup. Especially one willing to buy me a drink. That's what I really need right now." Danny looked at the large bottle of wine that she held, and slowly pried it out of her hand.

"Yeah, why don't we just look for potential future dates?" She nodded, sniffing one last time.

"Alright. Let me go get cleaned up."

BABYSITTER

"Yeah, I just love being an uncle." Tucker told a pretty girl half an hour later with the hotrod stroller. "Although technically I'm more of a friend. I guess that makes me a frunkle." Both of them chuckled, and the girl held out her hand.

"Okay, frunkle. Let's see that phone." Tucker chuckled, pulling out his phone at once.

"All right." Danny and Brooke watched as the girl put her number in, then handed Tucker back his phone with a flirty smile.

"Call me."

"Okay." And Tucker came back over to them, grinning from ear to ear.

"Impressive." Danny complimented as Brooke took the stroller from Tucker, and Danny pointed out a stud of a man. "Hey, Brooke. I bet you can hit him up." Brooke shrugged, smiling.

"Too easy." Then she flipped her sunglasses down, and sauntered over with the stroller, before digging through her purse, and "accidentally" almost ran over the guy's foot, before he held out his hand and stopped the stroller.

"Whoa, watch out single mom." He told her, and she laughed, pushing her sunglasses up and flashing her pearly whites.

"Oh no, I'm not the mom." She told him. "I'm just a friend who watches over her while her mother is away at work." The man's eyebrows rose.

"Oh, really? So, you're not a single mom?" She tossed her hair.

"Well, you got the "single" part right." He smiled, and his hand was out.

"Well, "single", let me see that phone then." She handed him her phone, and he put in his number. "Call me." She waved at him, before walking back over to Tucker and Danny.

"Boo yah!" She told them. "I got a Victor! Got one for the Vs!" Danny nodded in approval, glad that Brooke was enjoying herself.

"You two seem to be getting the hang of this." He told her and Tucker. "You up for a little challenge?"

"I'm listening." Tucker told him, but Brooke crossed her arms.

"This isn't going to require a penis, is it? 'Cause, I ain't got one of those!" Danny shook his head.

"No, it isn't. We each take a block. Whoever lands the most numbers, male or female, gets the stroller the whole rest of the day." Both Tucker and Brooke nodded.

"Game on, big guy." Brooke told him.

"But I gotta warn you." Tucker told him, chuckling. "Tucker's in the zone." Danny smirked at him.

"Thanks for the heads-up, frunkle. I get this block." Brooke looked down the street, and nodded in approval.

"Alright. Then I'm getting the next block." She told him, pulling off the little brown jacket she wore over her tank top.

"Wait wait wait." Tucker saw through their plan. "You get the yogurt shop and the nail salon and you get the gym and the sports bar?" And just like that, Danny's shirt was off and hidden under the blanket they were pretending was a baby along with Brooke's jacket.

"Whoo! Is it ever hot out today!" He called as he began to walk down the street, Brooke trailing behind him, and Tucker right behind her.

"Hey! Hey, man! That is not fair! Hey! I wanna re-negotiate!" He called.

(Hey, baby daddies! Ew, okay, pretend I didn't say that! ANYWAYS!! If you live under a flipping BOULDER, you may have not heard that Freeform is CANCELLING Baby Daddy after the season final next Monday! So, I need you guys to help spread #saveBabyDaddy so that we can try and save our favourite show! Get out there! Go! Go! Go!)