Beale's baby burden

Oh dear. When Lucy, the rebellious madam isn't shouting "I'M RUNNING AWAY!", she's still a growing pain in the butt... and now gut (shock. Horror. SHE'S PREGNANT).
Jane was happily gathering the faaaamily for Ian's 41st birthday dinner (with no shoddy leather jacket, or lilly-white bum in sight this year), when Lucy threw a hissy fit. To Jane's surprise - she's not just cheesed off at Leon for dumping her... she's preggers. Cue the wide-eyed shock expression. Cue the lightbulb...
With a little hesitation and worry over Ian's reaction, the pair decide it's Jane's job to "tell dad". Nice. The teenager also offers broody Jane the chance to live out her dreams of being a mum... she can take hers. Jane accepts. Tip: Tell Ian ladies!
To post or not to post

WHAT. A. WEEK. Postie Mas has *deep breath*... been dealing with fatherhood (again) to ickle Kamil, admitted to gambling, been accused of theft (and denied it), had no dosh to pay for a romantic curry with Zee, and worst of all... slept on a lumpy couch. Surely sofa-sleeping happens in most marriages!? Tip: Get a comfy couch.
Billy and Mas have built up their fair share of residents' cards and letters. Naughty. But who posts cash these days? Tip two: Just send cheques people!
Shotgun romance
Whitney, Whitney, Whitney. *Sigh*. This bangle-eared lovely doesn't make life easy for herself, does she? Billie's 'old crowd' haven't taken too nicely to his new arm candy. That Kylie has tormented the poor lass AND wound Billie up about a gun he's hiding for them. It's no toy water pistol either. Tip: Don't touch guns. Farewell Bradders

Max's turmoil over his son's death has plagued him this week as Bradley's funeral crept up and landed on him. Hardly 'Father of the Year', but oh, how we toss the betrayal aside and warm to him in his hour of need. He even gets a touching arm on his shoulder from bro, Jack.
His hopes of "Tan" turning up were dashed, but his ex, Rachel arrived to mourn her son. And what was on Becca's mind? Who knows, but she must have been been cold. The predator borrowed a dress from widowed Stacey's wardrobe and then pressed her mouth against Max's. Perhaps she needed a little oxygen. Tip: Cross your legs. It's a funeral.