I wish that it could be like that
Why can't it be like that?
'Cause I'm yours
Why can't I say that I'm in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftops
I wish that it could be like that
Why can't we be like that?
'Cause I'm yours

"Nicole, Hunter, told me what happened backstage. Are you sure that you're okay?" Brock asked.

It was pretty easy to get the information out of Hunter.

"Brock, I promise I am fine. I'm not some doll that will break if something happens to it. I am an interviewer, I am a mother, and I am pregnant." Nicole said, feeling like he was being a little too involved right now. She still wanted to be treated like she had been treated before all of this.

"Yes, you are all of those things, but you are also my friend, and I have to look out for you. This is what we do; we worry about each other." Brock told her he worried about her. Even before they were friends and before she was pregnant. Brock worried every second that Nicole could be hurt.

"You're my friend, so you have to trust that I know what I can handle; if I need help, I will ask for it, okay?" Nicole asked him, she loved him for caring so much, but sometimes a girl just needed some space.

"Okay, I guess I could do that," Brock said to her, thinking that Nicole may have a point. He just wanted to be involved, and he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't screw this up.

"Thank you, and I know that you want to be involved, and I love you for that," Nicole said, kissing his cheek; she didn't mean to hurt Brock.

"I love you too," Brock said, smiling at her knowing that she felt terrible for all of this, but he understood where she was coming from.

Holy shit, I just told Brock I love him, and he said it back.

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"I can't believe that it has almost been five months of growing some babies in your stomach," Dean said to Nicole as they sat down in catering.

"Dean, for the last time, they are not in my stomach; they're in my uterus. You can say that word, can't you?" Nicole said, laughing at him; Dean had always been one to shy away from the 'medical' words supposed to be used.

"Yes, I can say it. I choose not to. Besides, I don't particularly appreciate talking about your lady parts. It's weird and freaks me out a little." Dean said to her, Nicole knew that he had issues talking about bodily functions.

"So, what are you going to do when Renee gets pregnant and has a girl?" I asked him.

"Teach her how to be a tomboy." He answered.

"Wow!" I said.

"As your male best friend, I demand you tell me, why haven't you sunk your claws into Brock yet?" He asked.

"Dean? Claws?" I asked.

"Don't avoid the question, missy." He said.

"Fine, I told him I love him, and he said it back, but I don't think he understands how I meant it. He has Kaya to take care of, and I don't want to confuse her." I said.

"Bullshit. That guy is in love with you, and Kaya is not confused; she knows you as her mother because she tells everyone that her mom is the pregnant lady with the soft butt. As Renee said before, you two need to get it together and be a cute little family." He said, biting into his sandwich.

"Dean, You and Renee need to stop talking because I think she's rubbing off on you," I said.

"I think so too; the other day, I gave Joe advice. I repeat the other day I gave Joe advice." He said, laughing.

"Did Joe follow your advice?" I asked.

"I don't know. I hope not." He replied.

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"Did you know after you have a baby, you wear a diaper?" Karina asked.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yeah, your period is so heavy that a pad can't support it after you have a baby." She replied.

"Well, I'm fucked." I said, checking my phone.

"So, did you make a move on Brock yet?" She asked.

"Make a move on Brock. Yup, that's not going to happen." I replied.

"Why not?" She asked.

"Because he's focused on his kids and career. I don't want to be a distraction." I answered.