OOC: Oh, she doesn't DISLIKE her. She just wouldn't consider herself BFFs with her.

Ada giggles, nodding. "No, it is definitely because Nichole wants three girls," she says back with a laugh. She couldn't blame her, though. Nichole seemed like the type to want girls, while Ada was more of the type to want boys... but it seemed like it was more likely she was going to have a girl this time around. She traces her fingers over her tummy again and smiles. "Or Doctor Marlena," she adds with a grin.

Ada laughs. "Those children are going to be so wonderful when they grow up. With all the cookiness of Frau Fischer and the sweetness of Herr Fischer... Oh, they are going to be little drama students, I can already see it..." She grins and giggles. "Of course our daughters are going to be daddy's girls." She kisses him lightly, and then is taken back a bit when she hears her daughter's name fully. "Oh, good Gott, that sounds like a name you would here at the Nuremberg Trials!" She says, her voice going up into a screech. "Okay, she's not allowed to be a doctor... it is decided..."

Ada laughs at the image of Sam and Nichole that Erich just conjured up. "I can fully imagine that happening. Nichole is such a classic-looking woman. She could completely disregard her children and her husband for days at a time, and people would just say, 'Oh, that is just Nichole. She is just like that.'" She giggles, thinking about their children now. She would never be the type of woman to just sit back and let a nanny or an assistant take care of her children. That means that she would probably put her career on hold for a little bit after their child is born... That was something she wasn't exactly looking forward to either. She never understood how Castor and Nina were able to leave Virginia for some many days at a time. "Maybe she will be a singer, like us. Or a professor of English. I do not know. All I know is that she will be perfect."

Ada laughs. "I bet one of the daughters is exactly like Nichole, the other is exactly like Sam, and the son is exaclty like Erica and Natalya," she says, loving the mental image of a girl with hair like Nichole's yelling out 'brutal!' and then running around the house. She sighs. She hadn't thought about what to do with the children when they go on tour either. "I do not know... I suppose we could bring them on tour with us, and just make sure that everybody on the tour stays away from drugs or drinking around our children..." She offers, perking up a bit. "We could just tour with Sam all the time?" She laughs.

The sadness in Erich's voice when he talks about their wild days being behind them immediately makes Ada worry again. "Yes, but... there are more important things in life than getting high all the time, and completely mentally abandoning your wife for days at a time," she says back, more bitterness in her voice than she was meaning to have.

Ada shakes her head and stands up, going to the kitchen portion of her bus and putting her cup of coffee in the microwave to heat up. Erich had had much more time to be wild and fun than she had. She was twenty-two and she was giving it all up to have kids. "You will be fine," she calls from the kitchen. "Slowing down does not necessarily mean giving up..."

Hearing Erich act like this was just making Ada angrier and angrier, but like most of the time, she going to try her best to keep a calm face. She walks back into the front room where Erich sits, a small smile on her face. "Then perhaps you should not have a child at all," she offers, sitting across from him.

Ada's eyes flare. "You are right, Erich. I am still young. And I, too, am about to lose a lot of my freedom because I am about to become a parent as well. You have had so much more time to do whatever you want than I have." She sighs. Wasn't she allowed to be scared about having a child as well? She crossed her arms. "I do not want to be taking care of two children for the rest of my life."

"Oh meine Gott, Erich, then stop acting like a child!" Ada shrieks, throwing her hands up. "What do you want from me? Do you want me to not have it? Would have make it better? Fine! I will call an adoption agency! I do not care anymore! I want so badly to help you, but I cannot stop time, Erich! Please, I am human and I am pregnant and I am scared, and I feel so alone right now because I cannot help you..." She starts crying, covering her eyes with her hands. "I just do not know what you want me to do..."

Ada shakes her head, still loudly sobbing into her hands, making her even harder to understand than her accent normally does. "I love you so much, Erich, and I want to help you..." She says, her voice stranggled a little. "I just do not understand what you are wanting me to do..."