Zac Dentra sat back in thought.

"Oh yeah, Mey is about to go Kaboom! And so since your house is like, a mili-second closer to the hospital then ours…"

Zac Hanson rolled his eyes.

"Tay wants to stay here but doesn't want to do it with me around."

Zac Dentra frowned.

"I didn't say that."

"D man, your face says it. And I know your bros. Taylor tells Ike, Ike tells Door, and Door tells Mey, and you and Mey are kind of close."

"So."

"So, ever heard of the grape vine?"

"All too familiar."

Zac Hanson walked to his closet.

"Fine. I'll pack. How long am I living at your house."

"Ohhh I'm so excited!! I am SO excited!!"

Mercy looked at Tay.

"What! She's excited!"

Opening up the door for Mercy, Diana clapped her hands together and reached her hand out.

"Gosh! I hope you don't go tonight, I don't think I'm ready for tonight. Maybe tomorrow night."

Taylor stood up out of the car, resting his head and hands on the roof, he looked at his mother.

"Who's more stressed mom. You or me."

She looked at her son with a smile.

"I'm just excited."

"You've made me aware mom."

"Oh Tay you hush."

Reaching down she grabbed onto Mercy's hand and helped her get out of the car.

"Gosh I really do hope you don't go tonight. Give us a while to adjust sweety."

Taylor laughed.

"Mom. Take it easy there."

She frowned at Taylor.

"I'm excited that's all."

He laughed.

"Kay mom. You just help her on in the house and I'll grab her stuff."

Dorin sighed.

"I know. I know that. It's just. Well, maybe just for a little while."

Isaac nodded his head.

"Fine. But if I have company, or anything, or I need you to leave, you have to do it, don't be like Tay and make yourself an addition."

Dorin smiled.

"Mey'll go anytime I'm sure of it."

Isaac grinned.

"So. Ready to be an Uncle."

Dorin looked up at Isaac.

"You have NO room to talk."

"Mey? Why would she do anything on someone else's agenda. It's all her."

Zac Hanson threw a dart at the wall.

"Don't man, Door will be pissed."

"So! It's your room! Like he can do anything."

Zac Dentra looked at his friend.

"Han, you keep doin' that, and I take the shit for it, I will make sure you get your end of the deal."

Zac Hanson half smiled half frowned.

"Fine then."

He set the darts on the dresser.

"Okay. So what do we do now."

"We could call Manda and Kris."

Zac Hanson frowned.

"They are so…boring."

"Not all the time! They know SOME fun stuff. Just not much."

"Like what do they know? They completely insulted our place D. And they are so…bitchy sometimes!!"

Zac Dentra smiled at his friend.

"Han. They're girls."

He smiled.

"Duh."

Zac Dentra looked up at the ceiling.

"I think we should move. To a different house. This one is so…so…gross and old."

Zac Hanson looked over at him.

"Why?"

"I dunno. Because everything bad happens here, or maybe it's just because we're famous."

Zac Hanson shook his head.

"Nothings happened since the album came out."

"Oh yeah! Some chick walked up to our front door and spray painted 'I love Jeremy' on it in hot pink. That's nothing? Mtv called us slowly deteriorating, Rolling stone said something was missing, VH1 says we're going down, we don't have a tour, we don't have any better material, and quite personally, I think the last video sucked."

The two Zac's paused as Jeremy stuck his head in the door.

"Hey Zac. Ever think maybe it has to do with Family then everyone else?"

Zac threw a shoe at the door as his brother left.

"Oh. So you think that's bad? Well did you read what rolling stone said about us?"

Zac Dentra stopped.

"What."

"They said a whole buncha things like we are lacking motivation, and we need better stuff. So don't feel bad, us too."

They both frowned.

"Well Mercy better have these kids soon. Cause we need to do something."

"This is just like a slumber party!"

Diana giggled and popped another grape into her mouth.

"Just like a kid. I love it."

Mercy smiled.

"So Mercy hon, do you have any, um, names picked out? You and Tay? It's getting to that time you know, and well, they do need to be named."

Mercy patted Diana on the leg.

"We have some ideas."

"Well!! What are they? Anything good? I mean, of course they are good but…I don't want to sound like I'm pressuring you to name them after people or anything, I know how frustrating that can be…but?"

Mercy laughed.

"We haven't narrowed it down well enough yet! You'll just have to wait and see!"

Diana let out a big sigh.

"Well darn girl!! Am I never going to know!"

Remembering he had decided not to think about Zac, he leaned his head back to rest on the bed behind him.

Letting out a deep sigh he brought his head foreward again.

What was it with Zac anyway. No one could hold a grudge that long. And getting in trouble for something as severe as drugs was nothing. Zac had no right to use that against them. It was hard, hard admitting that he wanted Zac back, and he wanted the times and fun they had back, but it was just as hard to say that those probably wouldn't come back. And no matter what he did he wasn't going to be doing the same things they once had back when.

Picking up a magazine on the floor by him, Taylor flipped through it, looking at pictures and captions.

Why was he so difficult anyway. Taylor couldn't help but think again, that what if. What if things were the same as they had been when they were all still young teens, Ike not even graduated. What if they went back the way they were. Truthfully they would never be, because Taylor didn't trust Zac. He found it hard to believe he was going where he said he was. Even though Taylor hadn't found any more trace of Zac and his friend's drugs, that didn't mean they weren't doing them. Although he had the feeling he had nothing to worry about, he wasn't quite sure. And just what about Zac Dentra bothered Taylor. Who knew. But in either event, Taylor knew things wouldn't be the same…ever.

Looking towards the door to his room he sat and listened. Mercy, his long time girlfriend. Look where they had gone. Through 'who's what's first album, their second, their Mtv and Letterman interviews. Love, hate, all that inbetween. And now a baby. Two of them to be perfectly honest, and Taylor sighed. He wanted that, a family, but he couldn't help feeling scared. One baby, he had been told, was a handful, two, twice as much. And what about Mercy. How did she feel. She hadn't really said much to him about the way this would change things. She had, of course, gotten her digs in at the morning sickness, eating like an elephant, crying, just like his mother had said she would, getting pissy, Basically every mood swing possible. And yet she was still sane, and loving every minute of those kids inside her.

Taylor closed his eyes.

19. Nineteen whole years of being on this planet and look now.

Before he knew it he was asleep.