At Jen's house, a few days later :
Nina : I'll come over at 3.
Brad : Good.
Nina : Now, why is Jen not attending the Oscars?
Brad : Covid restrictions.
Nina : Did they not allow her to go?
Brad : No, they said I could bring a plus one... she was the one who said she didn't want to go because of Covid.
Nina : Oh...
Brad : I know she's just using it as an excuse though... she hates these kinds of things.
Nina : You're right, it's such a shame.
Brad laughs, looking out the window at Jen's who's sunbathing by the pool.
Nina : I wonder why I agreed to be her stylist when I barely get to style her for anything.
Brad : Right?
Nina : Anyways, your suit will be delivered to your house tomorrow.
Brad : You know what, just send it to Jen's house.
Nina : Oh, sure... I never get used to you guys suddenly acting like a married couple again.
Brad : Who said we were acting?
He smirks, looking down on the ring on his finger.
Nina : Well, you're not thankfully not married yet... and when you will be that means I'll have to style the both of you.
Brad : Oh, you'll handle that just fine.
Nina : I'll probably save myself the trouble and just pull out Jen's old dress and your old suit.
Half an hour later :
Brad : Jen.
With a book in her hand, shielding her face from the sun, she turns her head.
Jen : What's up, babe?
Brad : Do you ever get tired of this?
Jen : Of what?
Brad : I don't know, laying in the same position for hours in this... way too fucking hot weather.
Jen : No...
He laughs, sitting down by her legs.
Brad : Well, at least you look hot.
Jen : Thank you.
Jen mouths to him, as he stares her body up and down.
Brad : And sweaty.
Jen : Brad...
Brad : What? Sweaty is hot.
Rolling her eyes, Jen shakes her head.
Brad : Anyway, I just got off the phone with Nina.
Jen : Yeah?
Brad : Me and her both are kind of disappointed you decided to not go.
Jen : I know, honey... but it's not like I'm presenting or anything so what's the point.
Jen sighs, squinting her eyes as she looks up.
Brad : They did ask you to present though.
Jen : Yes...
Brad : You turned them down.
Jen : I did.
Brad : Jen.
Jen : Brad, you know how I get at these kinds of events... I'd rather just watch it from home.
Brad : I know.
Jen : In my sweats, with the dogs.
He puts his hand on her thigh, pouting his bottom lip.
Brad : You're really making me go alone?
Jen : Oh, you'll be fine.
Brad : They'll ask me why you aren't there.
Jen : Well, you can tell them that I am at our home...
Brad : In your sweats, with the dogs next to you?
Jen : Yeah.
Jen laughs, laying her hand on top of his.
That evening :
Jen : Hello.
Dr. Emmett : Is this Jennifer?
Jen : Yes, this is she.
Dr. Emmet : Good, I'm calling from another office right now, but I just wanted to inform you about Maria's next doctor's appointment.
Jen : Oh, alright...
Jen sits down, as she has no idea what this is going to be about.
Jen : Is everything alright?
Dr. Emmett : Oh, not to worry... I was just going to discuss some formalities revolving around the gender of the baby.
Jen : Oh.
Dr. Emmet : Now, what I was wondering is if you and the father would like to know the gender... if we do find out at Maria's next appointment?
Jen : Uhm...
Jen sighs, trying to remember how their conversation ended last time.
Dr. Emmet : Or do you want to wait until the birth?
Jen : I think... I think we wanna know.
The next day, at Molly and Jimmy's house :
Molly : I got the pictures you sent me.
Jen : Yeah, of the nursery?
Molly : I showed them to Jimmy last night...
Jimmy starts laughing, from where he's standing behind Molly.
Molly : He refused to believe you managed to get it done yourself.
Jen : Jimmy!
Jimmy : I still don't believe it.
Jen : What...
Jimmy : You can't paint.
Jen : I like interior... I can decorate a room.
Jimmy : Yeah... but without the help of professional people? No way.
Jen : Well, I had Brad.
Molly : See?
Jen : He took care of the heavy stuff.
Jimmy : That I can believe.
Molly : Well, it turned out really good.
Molly reaches over the kitchen counter, taking her hand.
Molly : It was very sweet.
Jen : Yeah?
Jimmy : Very modern.
Jen : Modern?
Molly : He's talking about the neutral theme.
Jen : Oh.
Jimmy : So, you don't want to know the gender?
Jen : No, we do actually.
Molly : Really?
Jen : I spoke to the doctor yesterday actually, and...
As Jen's phone suddenly starts ringing, she stops talking.
Jen : Hold on, I just gotta...
Molly : Yeah.
Looking down on the screen, she raises her brow seeing it's Angelina.
Jen : Hello?
Angelina : Hi.
Jen : Is everything alright?
Angelina : Yeah, yeah.
Jen walks into the living room, to get some privacy.
Angelina : I just was wondering if you could do me a favor?
Jen : Uhm... yeah, what's going on?
Angelina : I understand that Brad's going to the Oscars in a couple of days, right?
Jen : Yeah, he's presenting.
Angelina : Are you going with him?
Jen : No, I actually decided to stay home.
Angelina : Oh.
Jen : Those sort of things aren't exactly my favorite.
Angelina : Well, then that makes two of us Jennifer.
Jen laughs, while being a little surprised the two of them are talking alone. Without Brad being around.
Angelina : Anyways, I was wondering if you could tell him I'd appreciate it if he didn't answer any questions about our and our family's situation.
Jen : Like from reporters?
Angelina : Exactly.
Jen : I can do that.
Angelina : I figured he might listen to you more than me...
Jen : Oh, I don't know about that.
Angelina : I just don't want them to get more to talk about than already have.
Jen : I completely understand.
Angelina : And Jen?
Jen : Yeah?
Angelina : Uhm, don't tell Brad I asked you this, he'll probably think I'm looking after things to use against him or something...
Jen : Oh, ok.
Angelina : How is he doing? Brad.
Jen clears her throat, sitting down.
Jen : Well, he seems to be doing good... yeah.
Angelina : He's not drinking?
Jen : No...
Molly widens her eyes, looking over at Jen.
Jen : He's not drinking.
Angelina : Ok.
Jen : Mhm.
Angelina : Good... and hey, this stays between the two of us right?
Jen : Yeah.
Angelina : Mhm.
Molly : Who it is?
Molly mouths to her, before Jen waves her hand.
Angelina : Oh, by the way...
Jen : Yeah?
Angelina : Shiloh told me the other day, that the nursery is ready.
Jen : It is.
Angelina : Would you be kind and send me some pictures of it?
Jen : Sure...
Angelina : I'd love to see what it looks like.
Jen : I'll send you some pictures, Angelina.
Angelina : Oh, that's great Jennifer.
That night :
Jen : Oh, you're home already?
Brad : Yeah.
Jen walks over to him giving him a kiss, with her hair still wet after the shower.
Brad : You smell good.
Jen : It's a new shampoo I'm trying out.
Brad : Oh...
Jen : Did you like it?
Brad : Yeah, you should stick to that.
He smiles at her, as he throws himself down on the couch.
Jen : So the Oscars...
Brad : Oh, did I show you my suit?
Jen : No, but...
Brad : I'll go get it.
Brad stands up, before Jen grabs his arm.
Jen : Brad, Angelina called me earlier.
Brad : Oh.
His eyes widens, as she clears her throat.
Brad : Why?
Jen : It's nothing bad.
Brad : What did she want?
Jen : Well, she asked me to tell you to not talk to any reporters about your... situation.
Brad : Oh.
Jen : You can do that, right.
Brad : Of course, I can.
Jen nods, stroking his arm.
Brad : I just don't udnderstand why she couldn't have called me herself.
Jen : Well, maybe she doesn't find talking to you... that easy right now, honey.
Brad : Yeah...
He sighs, looking down.
Brad : Can I show you my suit now?
Jen laughs of how impatient he is.
Jen : Not yet... one more thing.
Brad : What now?
He laughs, wrapping his arms around her.
Jen : Dr. Emmet called.
Brad : Yeah?
Jen : He wanted to know if we wanted to know the gender... if they're able to find out at the next appointment.
Brad : What did you tell him?
Jen : I told him, yes.
Brad : You did?
His face lights up as she nods.
Jen : Yeah, that's what you wanted right?
Brad leans in, planting a kiss on her lips.
Brad : It is.
The day of the Oscars :
Nina : It's a good one.
Jen : I bet it is, he couldn't wait to show it to me.
Nina : Oh, you've seen it on already?
Jen : No, not yet...
Brad : Ok, I'm coming out.
Jen laughs, sitting down on the bed.
Jen : I'm ready.
Brad walks out of the closet, with his black tailored suit on and a proud smile on his face.
Brad : What do you think?
Jen : I think you look handsome... very handsome.
Jen stands up, taking a step closer.
Nina : Oh, yeah... that's a perfect fit.
Brad : Yeah?
Jen : Mhm, turn around.
He raises his brow, as she asks.
Jen : Yeah... nice tushy.
Brad : Jen.
He shakes his head, turning back around.
Jen : What? That what say always when you're complementing my outfits.
Jen grins, laying her hands on his chest.
Brad : Well...
Brad smirks, pulling her closer before pressing his lips against hers.
Brad : That's different.
He then suddenly moves his hands down, slapping her butt.
Jen : Oh.
Brad : You do have a nice ass, though.
Nina : Alright...
Jen turns to Nina pressing her lips together, as Brad seems to have forgotten they're not alone.
Nina : I'm still here, you guys.
Nina laughs, clapping her hands together.
Jen : Brad.
Nina : We've got an award show to attend.
Jen pushes Brad off of her, while laughing.
Brad : Right.
After the award show, at Jen's house :
Brad : Have a good one, man.
Brad gets out of the car, as his driver just pulled up in the driveway.
Driver : Take care.
He slams the door shut, before turning his head seeing Jen walk towards him.
Brad : Hey.
However, she's not wearing sweats, but a long, tight, strapless black dress from Dior.
Jen : You're home early, honey.
Brad laughs having got no idea what's going.
Brad : What are you doing?
Jen : Well...
Jen clears her throat, taking his hand before walking with him to the front door.
Jen : Since I didn't go with you tonight, I thought I'd at least get dressed up and wait for you to get home.
Brad : Yeah?
Jen : So that the night would feel a bit more special.
Brad : Really?
Jen : I didn't get enough time to do my makeup though, or do hair...
Brad : Oh, shut up. You don't need any of that.
He shakes his head as they walk through the front door.
Jen : I thought you'd stay a bit longer.
Brad : No, I'd rather go home to you.
Jen smirks, shutting the door behind them.
Jen : Yeah?
Brad nods, while staring her body up and down.
Brad : And it seems like I made the right decision.
Jen : Mhm.
Brad : I mean I don't feel the need to be surrounded by all those film stars... when the real star of the show is right here.
Jen : What?
Brad : Turn around for a second.
Jen rolls her eyes as she realizes what's going on, before doing as he says.
Brad : Yeah... there it is.
Jen : Award worthy?
Brad : Oh, it definitely is.
Jen shakes her head, turning back around before she wraps his arms around him.
Jen : Come here.
Pulling him closer, she presses her lips against his as she's been waiting to do that ever since Nina broke up their last one.
Jen : You were great tonight.
Brad : So you watched it?
Jen : Of course I did.
While her hands are fickling with his jacket, she looks up at him.
Jen : You messed up the winner's name though.
Brad : I know... they'll give me shit for that in the media.
Jen : Well, you deserve it.
Brad smirks, before going in for yet another kiss as they both know what this is leading up to.
Brad : You know, as much I like wearing this suit...
Jen : Yeah?
Brad : And seeing you and that ass of yours in that dress.
Jen : Mhm.
Brad : What do you say we get out of these things already?
Jen : Oh, I thought you'd never ask.
Brad laughs, wrapping his arm around her waist as they head towards the bedroom.
Jen : I mean, 30 minutes in this thing was long enough.
Two days later :
Jen : We decided we wanna find out.
Courteney : Yeah?
Brad : We figured that's what we wanted.
Jen : Well, you figured it's what you wanted.
Jen looks over at Brad, laughing.
Jen : For me, it didn't really matter.
Courteney : When is her next appointment?
Jen : In about a week... I think.
Brad : 4 days.
Jen : Oh, you're staying updated.
Brad : I am.
Brad winks at her, before taking a bite of his salad.
Courteney : You should do a gender reveal.
Jen : A gender reveal?
Brad : Really?
Courteney : I mean that would be such a fun way to find out.
Jen : I guess, but...
Courteney : I could totally plan it.
Courteney lets go off her fork, pulling up her phone straight away.
Courteney : You could have a cake, that's either like pink or blue inside.
Jen : I mean...
Courteney : Or you could have a piñata!
Brad : Well, that would be...
Courteney : Or... look at this!
Brad looks over at Jen, laughing as they should've known Court would react this way.
Courteney : A smoke fountain!
With her phone in their faces, Court has already found ideas on the internet.
Jen : A smoke fountain? Isn't that a little overboard?
Courteney : No, everyone's doing it these days.
Brad : So a gender reveal, huh?
Jen : Yeah...
Courteney: Trust me guys, it's the way to go.
Jen : I mean... it does sound like fun.
Jen shrugs her shoulders, while taking a sip of her water.
Courteney : Right?
Brad : Especially that smoke thing.
Courteney : Then it's settled.
Jen : But...
Courteney : No, you're having a gender reveal.
Jen : Court.
Courteney : End of discussion.
Jen : I'll have to see if I have time... I mean my schedule is pretty booked.
Courteney : I'll plan it!
Court lays her hand on Jen's arm, nodding.
Brad : She'll plan it, Jen.
Jen : What? When did you get in on this?
Brad : When I heard her mention the smoke fountain.
Jen laughs, rolling her eyes at him.
Courteney : C'mon, all you have to do is show up.
Brad : I mean we'd have the best person on the job.
Jen : Yeah, you're right.
Brad : I mean from what I've seen... you could probably have won awards from what you've done...
Taking a deep breath, Jen nods.
Brad : If there was a "planning and organizing parties" contest.
Jen : I guess we can do it.
Courteney : Yeah?
Jen : But we're not having a smoke fountain.
Brad pouts his bottom lip, sighing.
Jen : That thing looks dangerous.