Dennis was carrying Winnie to the hospital to see her mom, it usually was another sibling for Winnie, sadly a stillborn wasn't uncommon with her family, they had about a dozen in her life.

"Wanda Werewolf?" Winnie asked at the front desk.

"Room 555." She said pointing to the 5th floor, listed as Monster Maladies Floor.

When the duo had gotten there, they found it crowded with around 10 of her brothers.

"Dad?" Winnie asked Wanye.

"It's not good sis." He said pointing a thumb to the door numbered 555.

Winnie walked in and found Wayne holding Wanda, whispering a soft song as she cradled her belly which looked to be full of more children.

"Stillborn?" Winnie said sitting by her mother to hug her.

"Well, good news is, no stillborn," Wanda said smiling at her youngest daughter. "I'm not actually pregnant."

"Thank the devil!" Winnie said. "But wait, why are you?"

Dennis gave a big cough to keep Winnie from saying the word everyone learned NOT to say about a female.

"In a hospital?" Dennis finished.

"Well, there has been a bit of trouble," Wanda said. "I didn't want WAYNE to call anybody!"

"She needs to know!" Wayne said defensively.

"Know what?!" Winnie said worried.

Suddenly a doctor eyeing his clipboard stepped in.

"Okay, so your chemotherapy should start next week," He said turning up from his clipboard. "Oh, sorry I didn't know you had guests."

"Well at least you broke the news the best way possible I guess." Wanda said sighing.

"Chemo?" Winnie said. "But where?"

"3 guesses." Wanda said with a bit of a smirk.

"Mammary?" Winnie asked tears in her eyes.

"And uterine, and osteosarcoma," Wanda said looking down with tears in her eyes. "I-I should have. . ."

Winnie knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn't, it would break her to say that about Winnie's little siblings.

"Can anything be done?" Winnie asked the doctor.

"Monsters can live forever," The doctor said. "Keyword though, CAN, but CANcer has killed all creatures, human and monster, at one point or another, most werewolves get a tumor after 100 werewolves, and we can't so easily ask a wife to agree to a spay, or a husband to be neutered."

"If it saved my best friend i would." Wayne said firmly.

Both Dennis and the male doctor eyed him knowingly.

"Fine, but I'd have taken a vasectomy." He said.

"We're vets AND doctors, be thankful we know how to even fix a werewolf, research hasn't finished vasectomies or tube ligation on monsters and the side effects," The doctor said writing some more notes down. "I'm sorry we couldn't do more."

The doctor left.

"Dead without grandkids, in 450 years of kids." Wanda said chuckling.

"None of your siblings?" Dennis asked Winnie. "Not even your little sister?"

"My sister came out last century," Winnie explained. "And if your mother gave you 300 siblings how keen would you be to have married me?"

"Well it doesn't matter," Dennis said approaching Wanda's bed. "Me and Winnie are adopting."

"No," Winnie said looking at Dennis with an unwavering expression. "because we will HAVE a child, i'm taking the surgery."