Erica looks at Nichole kinda weird. " what's wrong are you jealous I don't still lust for you? She speaks in baby talk voice to Nichole. " who I think about in the shower is between me and the shower head." She giggles.

erica looks down amnd realizes she is holding children. she looks as if she might vomit. "oh! i am so sorry, that isnt cool or funny now." erica takes a deep breath and crosses her ankles. the past between them was as fresh as ever for erica whenever she is reminded of it. this is a conversation she really never wanted to event start,but it looks like its starting if she likes it or not. she starts to ask if nichole just shut it off too...but the emotional attatchment was mostly on erica's side,so she doesnt. "nina was my first long term relationship. do you want to hear i still occasionally cry for you? " she says,slightly bitter nichole would even bring this up.

erica bites her lip and looks at the floor. " forget it. it doesnt matter,nichole." she finally says. "do we really want to go digging through that graveyard?"

"no. i brought nina up..." erica says. she places the two babies in their cibs,and kisses their heads. this was either going to get ugly,or she was going to run out of the room. nichole just birthed like....20 pounds of babies. she surely could outrun her. "it doesnt matter nichole. it is a lifetime ago,and its like asking my grandfather what he did during world war 2...best left in the past."

"it wasnt the enemy side to us." erica smiles. that mentality is oddly fitting,nobody sees themselves as the bad guy. " nichole,you arent an ex. you turned me down several times. we were friends with benefits." erica says,clearly using this mentality to be able to be around nichole. " but if you must know. yes.i still cry for you. if naty sees me,i'll make some excuse. are you happy? your memory will never leave me." she says looking away. she wanted this history gone and buried.

"yes,yes it was hard! you didnt care,nichole .so it was easy for you to just turn it off. " erica breathes deeply. she hates being managed,and nichole was the worst for it. "i wish it never happened." she finally says quietly. hearing that nichole was basically her groupie didnt help at all.

erica nods.'i think so too,nichole. thank you for letting me see your babies.they are beautiful." she says formally as she heads for the door.

Sam walks into the living room, bottle in hand. "Layne and Kaya are sound asleep. Any luck with this one?" he says, sitting down and reaching over to stroke Sylvie's little head. It had only been a couple days but he was already completely in love and devoted to the children.

Sam puts his arm around her, drawing her closer. "I don't think she's old enough to know what hate is. That comes later...like once she goes to school." He reaches over and picks the baby up, holding her up in front of his face. "I'm going to apologize in advance for the whole school thing," he says to Sylvie. She gurgles back in response. Sam smiles, holding his daughter. He looks to Nichole. "We made this.....that's what keeps tripping me out. We made this thing."

"Well...you're not going to be a jock, are you?" he asks Sylivie. "Good. And I'm sure all our kids will be smart. I can tell they're going to be good kids...and if they aren't, we can always blame it on their godparents." His smile lessens a bit, thinking of Erich and Ada's recent troubles. "We can do this...we can do this together..." he says, holding Nichole's hand. "Truth be told, I'm just as scared as you are...I think I'm just better at hiding it..." he says, looking down at Sylvie.