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Author's Note: Hello everyone! How are you? Hope you're doing well! Today I have for you a brand new story that I hope you all enjoy. A couple of things about this story, it is a semi-sequel to my story Baby Cakes. And by this I mean it does follow Baby Cake BUT you do not have to read Baby Cakes in order to understand what's going on in this story. And if you have any questions you can ask me. Also this story is my 100th fanfiction! Can you believe it? I'm still surprised! And because it is my 100th story I decided to do this story that I've been wanting to do for a while, it's one that the idea is close to my heart. So I really hope you all enjoy! Thank you for stopping by to read hope you all like it, there's more to come! Hoping for a 3-4 chapter story here but you never know with me lol. Also if you have the time please do leave a review, I'd love to hear your thoughts and have you be part of my 100th fanfic celebration! Thanks for all the amazing support everyone, again I really hope you all like it! I'm already working on the next chapter so if you all really like it, I'll try to have the next chapter up soon! Thanks for stopping by, hope you like, and as always, Enjoy!

Party Crashers

With a very audible sigh, Jackie heavily dropped herself onto the living room sofa. She was exhausted. She was bothered, sore, and nine months (and nine days) pregnant.

Her eyes shifted over to the only other occupant in the room, he didn't appear to have noticed her and this made the mommy to be, very unhappy. She heaved out another tired sigh then looked back at the man who remained seated in his armchair. Jackie glared at the unfolded newspaper that the man was using to hide behind. He was ignoring her, she was sure of it and Jackie was in no mood to be ignored.

This time Jackie kept her eyes on the seated figure as she released another sigh, even louder than before. But it still got no reaction!

Jackie's glare deepened, if she could have she would have pushed herself onto her feet and gone over to kick the man right in the shins demanding that he pay attention to her. In her condition though, standing up took too a lot of energy and after letting out so many heavy sighs, she just didn't have that energy. However, she wasn't going to let him get away with snubbing her.

"Aren't you going to ask me what's wrong?"

"If I do will you stop sighing like that?" the figure asked, remaining hidden by the paper.

There was a small pause as Jackie pondered over the question, "Maybe."

Knowing that was the best answer he was going to get, the man lowered his newspaper onto his lap.

Red Forman forced on his best smile as he turned to look at the young pregnant woman, "What's wrong, Jackie?"

Jackie stared at the elder man's smiling face, her forehead slowly started to furrow into a scowl. Red never smiled but he was smiling now. How could he be smiling like that when she was going through this torture?

"Well for the past hour and a half this baby has been kicking my bladder around like it's playing soccer in there so I've had to go to the bathroom over fifteen times," she recollected the events that had her so frustrated, her tone of voice becoming increasingly angrier with each spoken word. "And for each one of those fifteen times I've had to walk up and down that staircase of yours because there's no bathroom on the main floor. What kind of house doesn't have a bathroom on the main floor?"

By now the fake grin on Red's face had tuned into a genuine frown. "The kind of house that's allowed dumbass kids to overstay their welcome and eat food they've never had to pay for."

"Oh," Jackie didn't regret her words, they really did need a bathroom closer to her, but she did feel a tad bit guilty. "You should still add a bathroom to this floor of the house."

"I'll put it on my To-Do list," grumbled Red while he started to reopen his paper again.

Just when the older man was preparing to return to his reading, a cringe worthy sound stopped him from doing so. It was a cry that sounded less like a whimper and more like the wail Lucy Ricardo gave on I Love Lucy. However, unlike Lucy's cry, Red understood that this cry wasn't being given because the girl had done something wrong, it was because she was in discomfort and for this reason Red refrained himself from rolling his eyes.

"What now?" he questioned, his annoyance being lightly laced in his voice. He just wanted to read his paper in peace!

"I just remembered, I put on some really cute shoes today. You know to help cheer me up a little," explained a heartbroken, teary eyed Jackie between several noisy sniffles. "But I can't even see them!"

Jackie lifted her feet up off the floor as another attempt to steal a glance at her pretty shoes; but once again her round belly completely blocked her view and set her off into another fit of tears.

As the blubbering mess known as Jackie continued to fall apart beside him, Red looked skywards for help. He'd already gone through these crazy pregnant lady mood swings with his wife. Twice. Three times if you counted the mood swings during Kitty's menopause. He had done his part. Why was he going through it all again with a woman who wasn't even his wife?

"Where's your husband?" Red demanded to know. The girl's husband was the one who should be dealing with this not him.

The brunette sniffled again, "I sent him out to get a snack."

"That was nice of you."

"Not for him. For the baby," snapped Jackie, though she was more gentle as she hugged her tummy and admitted, "And me. But mostly the baby."

Red nodded, "What'd you send him out for?"

"Ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Red's brow had furrowed into a frown, "It's the middle of winter in Wisconsin."

"The baby doesn't know that," Jackie rubbed a protective hand over her baby bump.

Hearing this reply, Red gave the woman a look that agreed that she did have a point, which in turn made her smile. That smile was like a glimmer of hope for Red Forman. Hope that this mood swing episode was over or at least put on pause until Jackie's husband got back. Hope that he could get back to reading his paper.

Slowly, very, very slowly Red lifted his paper back up to reading level and every few seconds he'd glace at Jackie to make sure she wasn't getting ready to suddenly lash out again. However, Jackie didn't look like she was in the lashing out mood; she was watching him but doing so with a fond smile—but Red wasn't fooled. He was in the war he knew that even around dud looking explosives, you had to tread around them very carefully.

Jackie smiled happily, her tone of voice even coming out like a song, "So Mr. Forman, are you excited for tomorrow?"

"No," Red's eyes were back on his paper.

"But it's your birthday," Jackie said as if Red needed to be reminded of this fact. "It's a day that's all about you. I love my birthday."

"Jackie, I don't like birthdays. I don't celebrate them," the older man grumbled, his eyes coming off the text printed on the newspaper and over at Jackie. "Nobody should. All birthdays do is give an official mark that you're a year closet to death."

"Red, man, you should write for Hallmark," a new voice was heard saying.

Both Jackie and Red turned their heads in direction of the sound, finding a curly haired, former rebel standing behind Red's seat. He wore a playful smirk on his lips and his shades rested in their usual spot on the bridge of his nose while in in his right hand was a sealed Styrofoam cup and white plastic spoon.

"Could have your own line of 'Foot in Your Ass' cards," Steven Hyde joked with his surrogate father. "Bet you'd make millions."

While Red and Hyde shared amusement at the million dollar idea, Red even silently saying 'there's an idea' with a shrug of his shoulders, there was another person who wasn't find the idea at all entertaining. There was no way 'Foot in Your Ass' cards would sell, it was a dumb idea. It was an idea that had nothing to do with her or her baby, so why were they even talking about it?

"Um hello! Pregnant Lady over here with no ice cream," called out Jackie as she gestured at herself and the bump where her unborn baby remained.

Jackie's voice instantly yanked at Hyde's attention and he hurried over to her side on the couch. "Sorry, Doll. Here you go."

"Thank you, Puddin'" Jackie spoke sweetly as she pecked her husband's lips and took the cup and spoon into her own hands. She hungrily pulled the lid off the small container but as soon as she saw what inside, her grin fell flat. "Steven, what is this?"

"It's the ice cream you asked for."

"No it's not. Look at it," she practically shoved the uncovered cup in her husband's face.

Hyde gently grasped Jackie's wrist and pulled it back just a bit to allow him to get a better view at what was really inside. He checked and saw just what he expected to see. A soft mound of frozen cream colored in a light green shade with specs of dark brown sprinkled all around. "It's Mint Chip ice cream."

"Exactly!" Jackie's outburst was only confusing Hyde even more. "I asked for Mint Chocolate Chip."

Quickly Hyde's brows dropped into a quite visible frown, "There's a difference?"

Jackie wore her own frown only hers looked a lot angrier. "Yes, there's a differences," she shook the cup as she spoke. "This is Mint Chip and I wanted Mint Chocolate Chip."

"Jackie, the chip pieces in there are chocolate…"

"But it's not Mint Chocolate Chip," Jackie declared once more, "It's Mint Chocolate Chip."

Staring blankly at his wife, Hyde shook his head to rid his frown and pulled on his Zen. "I don't hear a difference."

"Of course you don't, Steven" scoffed Jackie, seeing Hyde's Zen come into play seemed to aggravate the pregnant woman even more. "Because you don't listen to me."

He could feel his Zen starting to crack but Hyde determined not to let it break apart. This pregnancy had been difficult for Jackie, Hyde understood this. These last few days had been particularly hard on her. And him. And anyone who came into close contact with Jackie. But mostly it had been difficult on Jackie. She was irritable and uncomfortable and at times it felt like she was trying to pick a fight—like maybe she thought it would make their baby come quicker.

Who knows, maybe it could have helped but Hyde wasn't willing to take that risk of stressing Mommy or Baby out over some little fight on what shelf the milk went on.

Hyde looked over at Red, hoping to get some back up but when he saw the amused smirk on the older man's face he knew he was on his own.

"Fine," Hyde found himself agreeing, grabbing the cup from Jackie before standing up. "I'll go get you get your Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, alright?"

"Okay," nodded his wife.

His feet had barely taken two steps forward when his wife's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"I guess your plan work out just like you wanted."

Don't turn around, Hyde told himself; doing so would not end well but then again, not turning around would make it seem like Hyde was ignoring her and that didn't have much of a promising future either.

Already feeling drained, but concealing it behind his Zen, Hyde turned back around to find Jackie watching him with her crossed arms resting on top of her belly.

"What plan, Jackie?"

"Don't 'what plan' me, Steven," her squinted eyes were set firmly on him. "You got the wrong ice cream on purpose so that I would send you out again and you would get to get away from me."

Hyde's eyebrows shot up. That did sound like a pretty good plan, but it was definitely not one he'd come up with. "Jackie, that wasn't my plan. There is no plan. I'm just going out to get you the ice cream you want."

"Uh huh and away from me!" She wasted no time in pointing this out.

A light chuckle was heard causing Hyde to look down at the green armchair. Red's smirk had not only grown but become audible too; Hyde found himself frowning at the father figure and wondering why Jackie wasn't attacking Red too.

"Steven?"

Shaking his head just a bit, Hyde looked back up to find Jackie staring at him with her right eyebrow arched expectantly. He sighed, "Look Jackie, just forget any plan. I'm not leaving or getting away from you. I'll take the ice cream over to Mrs. Forman, see if she see can fix it."

"I could do that." Jackie suddenly became very defensive, "I'm not helpless, you know!"

He was just about to make the comment that he had never said such words when the image of his wife attempting to stand up caused him to keep the words to himself a little longer. Jackie was huffing and grunting as she struggled to get herself off of the sinking sofa and onto her feet. She looked almost like an upside down turtle trying to flip back onto its stomach—though Hyde would never tell her this.

Hyde crouched down and used his free hand to grab Jackie's left arm, "Here let me help you."

Jackie swung her head to glower in the direction of her helpful husband. His offer of aid appeared to have struck a nerve and that nerve gave her sudden bought of strength which allowed her to pull herself into an upright position all on her own.

"Haven't you done enough?" her brown eyes that were always warm and bright were now heated with a burning fury.

Then she plucked her cup of ice cream out on Hyde's hand and made her way towards the swinging door that would lead to the kitchen, where she knew she'd find Mrs. Forman. Her footsteps were harsh as she tried to stomp out of the room but thanks to her oversized belly her marching came out looking more like an angry, uneven, waddle.

As soon as Jackie had disappeared behind the door, Hyde dropped himself onto the couch and used both palms to rub at his eyes beneath his shades. The throbbing in his head was beginning to subside when Red's chuckle was heard again. Hyde removed his hands and looked up. He wasn't mad at the guy, heck if the roles were reversed he'd probably be doing the same thing; but Hyde didn't have the experience like Red did and he was hoping that experience could pass on a little bit of helpful wisdom.

"She's gonna have the baby, right Red?" Hyde found himself needing to hear this assurance from the man he'd considered his father for most of his life. "I mean it's not…stuck in there. It can't do that…right?"

Red's smile grew however, there was no laughter this time.

Hyde's right hand came up to rub at his temples for a moment. "I love Jackie, man, but these past few days she'd been…I don't know if I could take living with this Jackie the rest of my life."

"Relax son, the baby's just running a little late. What is it nine days?" Red's tone was comforting but it was easy to tell he was still finding the whole thing plenty entertaining. 'You'll be fine. Believe me it takes longer to get the kid out of your house than getting 'em out of your wife."

"Guess I've got that to look forward to," Hyde thought out loud earning him another chortle from Red.

Abruptly the kitchen door was pushed open and the wives of both men stepped into the living room. They're arms were hooked together and neither one of them were wearing their usual smiles. Kitty looked to be in full Mother Bear protective mode while Jackie appeared a little more content as she bit into the triangle grilled cheese sandwich.

Hyde wasn't sure what he was more surprised by, that Mrs. Forman had managed to make a grilled cheese sandwich in a matter of seconds or that Jackie appeared so much calmer.

"Alright, which one of you mean men upset this pretty pregnant girl?" Kitty demanded to know.

Immediately two fingers pointed straight at Hyde. One of those fingers was helping hold a half-eaten sandwich while the other belonged to the man who had once again returned to reading his paper.

"I didn't mean to," was the only thing Hyde could think of saying.

Jackie wasn't buying it, "He says he didn't mean to but it was all part of his plan."

"There was no plan," Hyde attempted to explain, trying not to get too angered. "I didn't get you upset on purpose."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Pregnant Jackie was now restoring to her own form of Zen.

"Jackie…" again he tried but was cut off.

"Now, Jackie I'm sure Steven didn't really mean to upset you so much," Kitty's tone was soft and assuring.

The younger woman looked at the elder one with hopeful, watery eyes, "Really?"

Steven Hyde was taken aback by what he was seeing. Wasn't Mrs. Forman saying the same thing he'd just said? Words Jackie didn't believe when he said them suddenly made complete sense when they were spoken by someone else.

"He's trying his best," continued Kitty as she soothingly rubbed her hand on Jackie's arm, "But he is a man, so you can only expect so much."

Nodding her head, Jackie seemed to understand and when Kitty saw this she decided it was time to turn her focus on the other new parent to be.

"And Steven, you need to try to be a little more sensitive with Jackie," she reminded, sounding more like she was talking to a kid and not to man who was soon about to have a kid of his own. "This is a sensitive time for Jackie. She's feeling uncomfortable, unloved, and impatient….Oh, I miss being pregnant!"

Kitty stole a glance over at Red and gave him a little tearful pout. Red returned the look with a smile but said nothing else; after all he did not miss her being pregnant.

Holding one hand on her belly and the other stretched out behind her, Jackie eased herself into the empty spot on the sofa next to her husband. "Well after I have this baby, I am so not going to miss being pregnant. I feel fat and ugly and Steven," she gave him a sad little look, "is it just me or have I been acting crazy lately?"

Hyde stared back at her, "No."

"You hesitated," Jackie instantly accused, her little sad face replaced by a big angry one.

He shook his head, "No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"Jackie, I didn't hestitae."

"Oh, you so hesitated!"

While watching the petty argument continue on, Kitty's once happy face creased with worry. She slowly backed herself away from the squabbling pair and closer to where her husband was seated, still absorbed by the paper in his hands.

"Red, honey, maybe you should say something this time," she suggested, giving him a quick encouraging pat on the shoulder.

"Forget it, Kitty. I'm not getting involved in that mess," Red lowered the paper to frown at the minor marital spat happening before him. "The boy hesitated. He dug his own grave."

Author's Note: So what did you think? Yay? Nay? Should I continue or try another story for my 100th? Be sure to let me know in a review!

Again I hope you all liked this first chapter! Thank you so much for stopping by to read this 100th story of mine, be sure to grab a piece of cake on your way to the review section. Make that two pieces of cake from the two cakes, one for my 100th story and one for my birthday (That's today?!) Now you got a hint of why the story idea is close to my heart? Lol

Next time we'll learn more about Red's party and find out if there's a deep reason for Jackie's odd behavior and crazy mood swings. Do you think there might be?

Until next time, thanks for reading, hope you liked, please review and lemme know what you think, stay tuned, take care, and have a nice day!