Gabby is chug-chug-chugging Tabasco on top of a bowl of salsa. Carlos is sitting beside her in, huh, the bathtub? Gabby is eating chips and salsa in the bathroom while Carlos takes a bath? "You be careful with that," Carlos says. "You don't want to give the baby heartburn." But Gabby can't get it hot enough; her hormones have destroyed her taste buds. Carlos thinks that Gabby's been paying more attention to her hormones than she is to him, lately. "I plan on getting fat," Gabby says as she walks past him, "as a tribute to your mother." Pow!
Gabby relocates her salsa 'n' chips platter to the veranda, so she's front and center when Gardener John pulls up in his truck, all half-cocked and spoiling for a fight with Carlos -- once and for all, man to man -- about his maybe-baby and his desire to do the right thing. Gabby tries to stop him, but he won't be stopped! So she tells him to wait right there; she'll go to get Carlos. She races inside and tells Carlos, who's climbing out of the tub, to get back in: she's ready for some pregnancy-urgent sexy time, with him, in the bath, together. (Are you listening to this, Tom? That's how you get your spouse into some soapy water.) Gabby cranks up the panty-jam music and tells Carlos that she's going to go do some freshening up. Which is slightly weird, if she's getting in to a bubble bath: She needs to take a bath first so she can...take a bath? In any case. Carlos is nice and distracted by the music, and thoughts of looming love, and playing shark with his washcloth, so he doesn't notice when Gabby clacks her seven-inch spike "just hanging around the house, eating salsa" heels back downstairs. Or notice when Gardener John starts banging on the front door. Or notice when Gardener John tries to throw a veranda chair through the front window and Gabby stops him by throwing the Tabasco'ed salsa in his face, thereby blinding him temporarily and causing him topple over the railing. Gabby races over to help GJ up, and to tell him that he's never going to be the father of this baby. It doesn't matter who the biological father is: Carlos is the one who's going to raise the baby, because he is the one who can provide him, her, or it with "piano lessons and summer camp and the best colleges." So I guess Gabby really is keeping the baby? Somehow, I was expecting more of a debate out of her. "This isn't about money," John says. "It's about what's best for the baby!" Gabby: "If you want what's best for the baby, then you will help me -- help me make sure that this kid does not grow up poor like I did." Carlos comes out in his robe to ask Gabby what's taking so long: "Oh hey, John, what are you doing here?" A tense moment passes as John debates what really is best for the baby, but ultimately he decides to go with Gabby's plan, and covers by saying he's there to...something something about Justin wanting him to come by and give a second opinion about something something flowers. "Your friend, he's a good kid," Carlos says, "but he's not half the gardener you were. You should come back and work for us. I mean, you're practically family." Gabby looks genuinely distressed by how this might be making GJ feel. Or maybe she's just worried that he's not going to stay muzzled. Or maybe she's just really, really missing that salsa. Who knows? Gabby is so complicated.