I do not own Monsters, Inc., except for Sylvia and Tabitha.

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Randall slowly opened his eyes one morning, and winced, as if blinded. The sun was particularly bright for some reason. He looked over at his nightstand where two empty martini glasses were set. A LITTLE too much alcohol seemed to be the culprit.

"Ugh..I hate hangovers," he muttered. The headache was already starting to set in, and he buried his head under his pillow for a moment.

"Tell me about it," said the voice lying beside him. It was his wife, Sylvia. She, too, was facing her own hangover.

Randall's head reappeared, and he had a sly grin on his face. "It was fun last night, though, wasn't it?" Sylvia grinned back.

"Blissfully..." she agreed. She scooted up against him and placed a kiss on his left cheek. Randall put his arm around her, and a few minutes they just enjoyed each other's comfort. Despite the headache, an abrupt, yet necessary, question suddenly popped up in Randall's mind.

"Syl, baby...remember when we got married how Father Scalloski mentioned accepting children?"

"Of course, Randy. Why do you ask?"

Randall sighed, "Well, that's what I'm sayin'. Would you ever...want children?" Sylvia was a bit taken aback. Normally the wives were the ones to ask their husbands that question.

"Well...we've just now discussed it, but..yes. Yes, I would. Would you, darling?"

Randall replied grinning, "Why else would I mention it?" They both laughed, but as the couple started to move out of bed, something wrong could be sensed. Sylvia's pills and Randall's...well, "protection" were lying on the dresser. Unused.

"Honey, didn't we decide to use those last night?" Sylvia asked. Randall rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, you were already lying down when I came in with the drinks, and you said you'd take it in a minute..." he started.

Sylvia finished, "...and then we both lied down and took off our-" Sylvia gasped. They had gone a whole night without ANY kind of protection! Sure, it was okay on the honeymoon, but sometimes when you're at home it can be precarious. Sylvia panicked, but Randall held her hands comfortingly.

"Sylvia! Baby! Look! Just because we go one night without it doesn't mean it leads to anything!"

"You sure, Randall?"

"Very sure, let's make ourselves decent before somebody comes over uninvited," said Randall, opening the closet door.

"Who would come over uninvited?" asked Sylvia, although she knew what one of the answers Randall had in mind was.

"Oh you know," Randall began nonchalantly, "telegrams, package deliveries..." He hid behind one door because he knew how Sylvia would react to his next answer: "...your mother..." Neither of the lizards could restrain a grin as Sylvia playfully launched a pillow at her husband. They each wrapped a robe around them, but on the way to the kitchen, Sylvia felt very strange. She stopped suddenly, her hand on the wall. "Sylvia, are you okay?" Randall asked.

Sylvia gave him a pained grin. "Yeah..I'm okay..." But she headed towards the bathroom anyways. Randall felt worried for his wife, but decided to leave her alone for a minute. Dr. Glorp had once said fruit juice helped hangovers, so Randall poured some pomegranate juice for them both. While he did, he swore he heard an unusual sound coming from the bathroom where Sylvia was.

Randall went back and pressed his "ear" against the door. Sylvia sounded like she was throwing up.

"Honey? Are you okay?" Randall knocked on the door.

"Give me a minute," Sylvia croaked. She sounded so weak. A minute and a half later, she opened the door.

"Baby, you look sick!" Randall cried. Sylvia smiled tiredly. She held up a small meter that said POSITIVE.

"Randall..." she said happily, "..I'm pregnant!"