Lucy Burb was concentrating on her breathing. Forget the world, and everyone in it.

On top of yoga, jogging, pottery and gardening, Lucy enjoyed meditating. She always claimed she hated sitting around, doing nothing, despite the fact to many people that is exactly what meditating looked like.

Carefully, sat on the floor, her focus still on her breathing.

Worst of all, Lucy hated it when someone broke her concentration. She didn't notice her father cautiously stepping in the room.

“Lucy...I hate to interrupt,” he began, timidly, “but your guests are here.”

“Too bad, I'm meditating.”

“I can see that but...you did invite them...”

Lucy's eyes snapped open, and she scowled, “Fine. Let me wrap it up, and I'll be right there.”

“Lilith,” Clara began, the pair of them waiting on the doorstep of the Burbs, “I'm not convinced I should be here...Lucy doesn't really like me...and I told you about last night and Beau-”

“Shh. I invited you, it's fine. Now be quiet, someone is coming.”

Lilith and Clara were invited into the home of the Burb family after that.

Lilith and Clara were shown to the sofas where they waited patiently, Clara continuously attempting to hold conversation under her breath while Lilith shushed her.

Eventually, Lucy walked in, “Hello Lil- I didn't realise I invited Clara too.”

Clara could feel herself blushing, but Lilith remained firm, “Well, she's my friend, she's Beau's friend, it seemed natural she should be a part of this now she's staying in Pleasantview.”

“Beau's friend?” Lucy asked, interested, taking her seat.

“If my presence really bothers you, I'll go-”

“I'm sure it's fine.” Lilith smiled, turning to Lucy, “Right?”

Clara felt horribly awkward. She wasn't keen on Lilith's idea of including her in the wedding plans, especially after everything Beau had said on the night before.

“Well, anyway, I decided on the cake I liked, and Lilith, because your sister is investing in a bakery, I wondered if you could make the cake for me.”

“Where is your logic in that?” Lilith asked, sourly.

“Sure, my sister can cook, but I set fire to house while making toast. I'm really not the best person to ask...” Lilith frowned.

“I can cook a little.” Clara offered.

“I didn't ask for your help, Clara! I asked Lilith!” Lucy snapped, making Clara jump.

Clara just shrugged and leaned back into her seat on the sofa.

“Lucy, you can't treat Clara like that! She's the new girl in town, and offered to do something really nice for you!” Lilith yelled, “you're not going to accept her help just because she's been gossiped about and is friends with Beau?”

Lucy studied Lilith silently for a moment.

“Fine, fine, Clara and you can make the cake,” Lucy said, thoughtfully, “I have the design I want picked out. You haven't got long, the wedding has been moved forwards.”

“Why?”

Lucy grinned, “I can't wait for the rest of my life! It starts tomorrow!”

Back at home, Clara began preparing to bake. Lilith wandered straight past, eyes on the stereo.

“Aren't you going to help?” Clara smiled, knowing what the answer would be.

“I told you, I can't even make toast.”

“I don't have a cake recipe. I can only really make pie...” The doorbell went as Clara pulled her hands out of the water.

“So Lucy will get a wedding pie instead of a wedding cake, simple as,” Lilith grinned, “I think I'm going to dance instead of cook.”

“Beau...hi there...” Clara found herself slightly puzzled at Beau's presence, “What can I do for you?”

“Well,” Beau began, “someone told me that Lucy turned you and Lilith into our caterers.”

“I figured that a wedding cake is a big ask, so I came by to help out.”

“Well, we're making a wedding pie now, instead,” Clara smiled, “you're welcome to come help, if you want.”

“Do you think she'll notice it's shop-bought?” Clara asked, with a smile. Beau nodded.

“Probably. But it's perfect, right?”

Clara observed the cake, “Yeah. It really is.”

“Then Lucy will love it.”

“Thank you, Clara.” Beau said, softly, taking her hands.

“It's nothing.” Clara shrugged, glancing at their hands.

“It wasn't.”

Carefully, he pulled her close.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Clara questioned, quietly, “You're getting married tomorrow.”

Beau dithered, contemplatively, “Clara, I...the wedding...I'm not sure about the wedding...”

“Since when?” She demanded.

He didn't answer. They both just stopped thinking for a moment.

“You're turning me into the 'other woman', Beau.” Clara said silently.

Again, Beau said nothing, and shared with her another smile, and another kiss.

Don was thoughtful. For the past few hours, he had done nothing more than think for the past few hours.

“If you ask me, he's lost in.” Someone commented.

Dina and Nina stood behind Don, contemplating his dazed state. Dina whispered to her sister, “He's only been like that since that new girl moved to town.”

“Yeah, Lilith was telling me she heard from Lucy who heard from Cassandra that the new girl had caught Don's eye.” Nina remarked, sourly.

“She is kind of striking,” Dina commented, earning herself a glare from Nina, “er, I mean, Don should never have turned his attention from you.”

“You're right, we are engaged.” Nina smiled.

“Nina, you've been engaged since before Mortimer Goth died,” Dina pointed out, uncomfortably, “neither of you want to get married, why are you bothering?”

“It just makes him mine.”

“Yours, and the rest of Pleasantview's, as well.” Dina muttered. Nina rolled her eyes.

“You'll never guess what I heard from Dustin,” Nina whispered, “Lilith told him Beau's been sneaking around with that new girl.”

“Really? I doubt that.”

“It's true! Lilith is really good friends with the girl.”

“Don will have no problem if she's sneaking around with married guys.” Dina sniggered. Nina let out a laugh.

“Should make the wedding tomorrow interesting,” Nina stated, “but then again, I feel bad for Lucy.”

“That's bad. But I agree,” Dina covered her mouth, “we are so going to the wedding.”

Silently, Don got up and headed into the kitchen, where his children were playing peacefully.

“Are you okay, Daddy?” Alice Caliente, Nina's daughter, asked. Anthony Caliente, Dina's son, headed over.

“Daddy's feeling...different, shall we say?” Don smiled, “It doesn't mean I love you two any differently, though.”

Alice grinned, and took her Dad's hands, “We love you too, Daddy.”

The afternoon was just arriving when many members of the Pleasantview community sat down, waiting to see the wedding of the year.

Not everyone was invited of course, Lucy had her favourites, but Clara had found herself dragged along by Lilith, regardless of whether or not she had been invited.

Beau stood at the alter in the clothes Lucy had chosen, feeling sick. He was pretty sure it wasn't just regular wedding nerves, either.

The music started up, and Beau took his place, closing his eyes as his bride-to-be walked towards him.

“Are you ready?” Lucy mouthed, smiling radiantly as she arrived at Beau's side.

Unable to say anything, Beau just nodded, feeling his stomach flip.

Beau couldn't hear Lucy reciting her vows with perfect precision, couldn't feel the stare of Pleasantview watching him.

All of his emotions, all of his senses, were focused on that little golden 'o' heading towards his ring finger...

“Beau?” Lucy asked, surprised, as his hand pulled away from hers.

He shook his head, eyes darting to capture the reactions of the guests, blushing slightly at the reception he had caused.

“But it was going to be perfect...” Lucy murmured to herself, still holding the ring, though Beau was gone, down the aisle, searching for somone.

Clara watched Beau wander away from the alter, unsure of what to think, what to say. She could already hear what everyone else had to say.

“Poor Lucy...” Nina sighed, thinking of her own daughter back home. Thinking of Don.

Dina was less reserved, “Seriously? What's happened to this town, no one gets married any more.”

“Clara.” Beau breathed, as he arrived at her side and pulled her close. Uncertainty filled the air.

“Beau, there are better ways to break up with people than at the alter in front of the entire neighbourhood.”

“Not the entire neighbourhood...” Beau began. But Clara pulled away and left the wedding, “Clara! Wait!”

Clara wandered around on her balcony, head full of thoughts. She had seen Beau wandering up her front path. She knew he would let himself in, knew he would try and talk about it.

She heard his footsteps behind her before she turned round to face him.

“Clara-”

“Beau, if going to try and explain the entire day rationally, you had better think again.” Clara stated, in a sweet voice. Beau swallowed, and tried to again.

“You know that feeling you get when you just know something is right?” Beau asked, quietly. Clara nodded, “I only just realised this morning...that's the way you make me feel, Clara.”

Clara couldn't help but smile.

“Beau, that's all very well, but we can't be together right now.”

“Why not?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Pleasantview...it's small...people will talk about it...”

“So? They get over gossip pretty quickly,” Beau smiled, “besides, it's less scandalous than an affair with Mr Lotherio.”

Clara blushed, “That's not the point. You broke up with Lucy at her wedding just this morning. No one is going to be able to forget that for a while.”

“I don't mind, Clara. I want to be Mr Robinson.”

Clara peered over her shoulder and saw the wedding furniture still set up in the Burb's garden. She looked back to Beau, “We will always be able to see that, Beau. Can you cope with seeing Lucy's heartbreak from every window on this side of the house?”

“No,” Beau answered, truthfully, “but I will deal with the guilt. You don't have to worry about it.”

“Beau...”

Beau sunk down onto one knee, bringing a smile to Clara's face, despite everything.

“Clara, it's too soon, too complicated, too scandalous, but I don't care,” Beau grinned, “I don't want life without you. Marry me?”

Clara hesitated, thinking logically about it.

“My mind is saying to me to say no...”

“But my heart is saying yes.” Clara finished, and took the ring from the box.

“I don't want a wedding ceremony,” Clara stated, holding up the ring with a smile, “I don't want all of Pleasantview watching. I don't want to wait.”

“You don't want a lot, do you?” Beau joked, but added cheerfully, “Then let's get married right now.”

And that's exactly what they did.

“I'm glad you didn't leave me at the alter, Beau.” Clara said, peacefully.

“We didn't have an alter for me to run from.” Beau pointed out, playfully.

“You know what I meant.”

Later, as dawn began to peer through their windows, Clara turned to Beau.

“Don't leave.” She murmured. There was fear in her voice, fear Beau presumed had been caused by Don.

“I never will.” He promised, and Clara relaxed.

The relaxation didn't last long.

Clara soon began showing signs of pregnancy, which she had found surprising.

The next generation of Robinsons were on their way.

For the most part, life went on as normal despite the pregnancy. Beau went to work while Clara was on maternity leave, bills were paid, the bin was knocked over.

“Lucy will get bored of this one day.” Beau muttered, spraying yet another crowd of cockroaches.

But Lucy didn't get bored of knocking over the bin or stealing the paper, and Clara didn't get tired of stomping on cockroaches, despite the fact it made her feel worse.

“Why won't she just stop?” Clara sighed, “Knocking over the rubbish won't bring Beau back.”

The couple tried their best to forget about it, but it certainly wasn't easy.

“So,” Beau began, quietly, as they woke up on a beautiful morning, “the baby is due today.”

“Mmm Hmm.” Clara agreed, peacefully.

Beau smiled, sleepily, “I can't wait to meet them.”

The birth came round late in the evening after an uneventful day of reading and sleeping.

“Beau!” Clara yelled, knowing he was home.

“I'm in the bath! Can it wait?” Beau called back.

The pain got worse, “BEAU, IT REALLY CAN'T WAIT!”

In the bathroom, Beau finally caught on to what was happening, “OH! I will be right there!”

Beau ran out of the bathroom in his robe, and hid behind the banisters of the staircase, smiling as he watched his wife deliver their baby.

“I have no useful advice to offer, I'm sorry!” He called across to Clara. She gasped, and with one final shriek of pain, brought their child into the world.

“Beau, come meet our daughter, she's beautiful,” Clara said, awestruck, “Our little Riley...”

Welcome Riley Robinson.

At the Caliente household, Lucy was stood in front of Nina and Don, irritated.

“I don't see what any of this has to do with me.” Lucy said, sourly.

“Easy,” Nina smiled, “my Don here needs Beau out of the picture. You need Beau. I think we can come to an agreement.”

“Why does your Don need Beau out of the picture?” Lucy asked. Nina let out an exasperated sigh, and wandered away. She didn't like Don's obsession with the new girl.

Don rose from his chair, “I may be engaged to Nina, but it's an open relationship. And I'm really interested in that Clara girl, if you get me.”

“Why should I help you get a girl?” Lucy demanded.

“Easy,” Don smiled, and Lucy noticed his handsomeness, “because that will leave Beau single for you.”

“Beau doesn't want me anymore.” Lucy stated, simply.

“I know someone who is interested in you.” Don said, seductively. Lucy froze.

“I am not interested in you, Don. I knew getting involved with you lot was a bad idea.” Lucy frowned.

“Look, visit again in a few days, and I will show you why it is wise to work with 'us lot', Lucy,” Don smiled, “have a good night.”

With that, Don wandered upstairs to join Nina, while Lucy left the house, contemplating what Don had said.

Days later, at Clara's home, it was time for Riley's birthday.

“Lilith...what is your husband doing?” Clara questioned, watching Dirk dance by the stereo.

“Ignore him,” Lilith said, playfully, “come on! I want to meet the little girl!”

“She's adorable!” Clara announced, holding her baby girl as the Dreamers moved in for cake. Beau nodded once, from across the room, a grin fixed on his face.

Riley giggled, and pointed at her Dad, while Clara set her down carefully to cut the cake, content with her lot.

That evening, curiosity had gotten the better of Lucy Burb, and she was back at the Caliente house.

“I'm here. Now tell me why I am.”

Don rose from his chair, “Follow me.”

Don led Lucy over to an area where four coolers of elixer were kept, glowing green and unused.

“The rumours were true.” Lucy gasped, observing the tanks.

“Of course,” Don murmured, “but Pleasantview put their own spin on it. I didn't steal the recipe. When Dina married him, she took the recipe, thinking only of its value.”

“So you're innocent.” Lucy repeated, staring Don in the eye.

“Yeah,” Don dropped his gaze to the floor, “but I get the blame because I break hearts and fool around with married women.”

“I couldn't let Dina take the rap for stealing the formula,” Don said, thinking carefully, “that would have hurt Nina far more than any of my affairs.”

Lucy smiled slightly, “You're surprising.”

“Aren't I?” Don laughed a little, “You can live beyond your time if you join us.”

And this is where I leave you! Cruel, aren't I? :P

But first! Some information on Riley:

Riley Robinson2/8/10/3/4Gemini

Anyway! Join me next time for more babies and more plot!

Thanks for reading!