Marsh Residence- Stan and his wife, Wendy, are eating dinner that Stan had made them. A simple Teriyaki chicken with coleslaw and roast potatoes. Once they finished, Stan picked up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He picked up his wife and carried her bridal-style to the sofa.

Stan: My god Wendy. You're huge!

Wendy: I'm five months in, Stan. Of course I'm huge!

Stan picked up the picture from Wendy's last ultrasound. It showed two organisms; each one of two genders.

Stan: I hope these twins arrive as soon as possible, because I want to be a better father than mine ever was.

Wendy: That's so sweet of you Stan- Oh!

Stan: What's wrong? Contractions?

Wendy: No. It's just, one of them kicked.

Stan: Probably the boy.

Wendy: How are you so certain?

Stan: Because boys are usually rough?

A golden retriever puppy walks over to the couple and jumps up onto the sofa. It walks over to Wendy and sniffs her swollen belly.

Wendy: I think the twins are going to really love Sparky II.

Stan: Yeah. He'll be a very good companion.

Wendy: I love you Stan.

Stan: I love you too, Wendy. (They kiss) Y'know, when the twins arrive, I'll really miss our alone time.

Wendy: Yeah, our alone time.

Stan: Having sex on the couch, on the dining room table, in the hot tub, in the shower, seeing movies together, double dates with Kyle and Bebe, and so on.

Wendy: We'll still have our alone time Stan. Just not all the time.

Stan: On the bright side, having kids in our lives would be fun.

Wendy: Agreed (She yawns) I'm going to bed.

Stan: D'you want me to carry you up?

Wendy: Yes please.

Stan stands up, picks up Wendy bridal-style, and carries her upstairs to their bedroom. He lays her on the bed; he watches as Wendy takes her clothes off, revealing her baby bump and swollen breasts. She puts on a dark red and purple nightgown, while Stan only strips down to his boxers. They get in under the covers and go to sleep, excited about their future.