Deimos: Hank, sweety. I know we can never have children together, but what if you and I adopt a child.

Hank: *eyes wide, he spits water out and tries to cough up the accidentally swallowed* A kid?! I don't know, I mean, I kill agents and that isn't good for kids to see.

Deimos: *eyes start to water up* If you don't want to have children with me, you could've told me before we married.

Hank: *face palms* Gah, that isn't it at all. It is just we barely have time for ourselves, let alone for a kid.

Deimos: Is that all? *pulls Hank's top clothing off* I could fix that.

Hank: *gets kissed* Hmm, can you?

Deimos: *sits on his knees in the kitchen and unzips Hank's pants* I think I can.

Hank: *blushes and breathes heavily*

*Later that day*

Counselor Grunt: Here is the address of a great orphanage that could use desperate parents.

Deimos: *gets excited* Oh, look Hankiepoo. We are so going to this place.

Hank: *stares out the doorway and grumbles* Yeah...

Deimos: *shakes the counselor's hand and thanks him* Come on, Hank. I need to get down there before all the great kids are taken. *runs out the building and almost leaves without Hank*

Hank: You know we are only get one, right? *is holding on to the door and dashboard as Deimos speeds*

Deimos: Of course I know that, but if we happen to find another one we love there will be time and room for them. We just gotta get there first.

Hank: There it is! *has his hands dug into the vehicle as it flies into the parking lot*

Deimos: *skips around the orphanage playing with all the children*

Hank: *walks upstairs expecting there to be no children*

Sanford: *has the tv turned on the fitness channel while lifting weights* 45, 46, 47, 48...

Hank: *creeps by the door and cracks it to see what is going on*

Sanford: *holds the weights in the air as he freezes* Yes?!

Hank: *walks in* Sorry, I couldn't help but notice your amazing ability.

Sanford: *puts the weights down* 50. Yeah, well I have had plenty of time to practice.

Deimos: *walks in to the room with the nun grunt, who owns the orphanage* Isn't he a cute kid.

Hank: Look at those weights. He can lift those.

Deimos: *tries to lift the weights* Wow, what a talent. *walks away from it, unable to move the weights*

Sanford: *glowers at Hank and Deimos*

Sister Abigail (nun): Uhm, she doesn't like being called a man. *The nun pulls them aside* He is a transgender. He is still sensitive about being called a man, so you will have to call him a her.

Hank: I think I want to take *over emphasizes* HER home with us.

Deimos: Only if we can take these other two with us.

Sister Abigail: Here are all of their papers. I think Sanford's papers are some that you should take a look at, though. He originally came from Russia, but his English is amazing.

Deimos: *takes the papers* Thanks.

*later at home*

Sanford: Nice place.

Athena: Not bad.

Val: I could clean it for you guys.

Deimos: Well, let's all get inside and get settled in.

*A few weeks later during a thunderstorm*

Deimos: *crawls up under the blanket where Hank is laying*

Hank: *lightly groans and lifts up the blanket* Hey there.

Deimos: *crawls up and kisses him and starts to ride him*

Sanford: *opens his eyes and gets out of bed and goes to the twins room*

*The door to the parents' room opens and shows the children*

Deimos: *scurries to his side of the bed* Hey, what are you guys doing?

Sanford: We are afraid of the lightning. Can we sleep with you?

Deimos: *looks at Hank* Yes, of course.

Sanford: I want to sleep next to daddy.

Hank: Fine, fine.

Sanford: *snuggles up to Hank*

*The first day of school. The girls make it downstairs and into the vehicle while Sanford is in his room getting ready still*

Deimos: Sanford, come on. We are going to be late for your first day of school here.

Sanford: *walks down in a dress* Do you like it?

Deimos: What happened to those clothes I bought you?

Sanford: I didn't like them. Plus, this looks better. You said you would love me no matter what. You told me to be myself, didn't you?

Deimos: I did, I did. Well, come on or we will be late.