This chapter is for my cousins-three hours isn't enough time to catch up!

Riley: For fixing my iPod, Winston.

Chloe: For being the sweetest girl I know.

Chaucer: For letting me touch your Super Mario collection.

Finnigan: For giving me your Lego Harley Quinn.

As fate would have it, Oliver is at work cleaning fish, his current job he's had for a week, and only Clara is home. To make things worse, she's making spaghetti and refuses to give any to Stanley.

Why must the world be against him?

"Is that your baby?" she asks Stan. The two are standing in the kitchen and Sunshine is sitting on the table liking a sauce covered spoon.

Clara rips it away from her tiny fingers, and Sunshine screams so loud Clara gives it right back. The baby smiles.

"Why should I tell you?" Stan says defensively.

"Why did you come here?"

Good point. "To find Ollie. To ask him what I should do."

"You can ask me. I'd trust me much more, you know."

"Okay."

Stan goes on to explain his predicament. It's time he does something for himself!

"I see," Clara says. "But you're worried about Betty. Poor Betty. How does she stand you?"

How does he stand her?

Clara isn't helping, so Stan asks her when his best buddy will be home.

"Any time. But whatever you're doing...keep it away from me." She pries the spoon away from Sunshine once more and waves it towards the window. "Wait out there for him."

Stan and a very unpleased Sunshine go. And Stanley still doesn't get his spaghetti.

An hour goes by. Sunshine is asleep, and Stan is dozing off as well.

Suddenly he perks up as a rusty old clunker pulls in, and out pops Ollie. Stan waves excitedly, by accident very nearly dropping Sunshine.

Ollie saunters over, shaking his head in disapproval. "What is that?" he says, plainly referring to the baby.

"That? Oh, this-this is, um..."

"Speak up, Stanley!"

"Sunshine, I-I think. Yes, Sunshine." What a shock, he remembers!

Oliver says," What is it doing here? What are YOU doing here? If she"-Clara-"finds out, she'll have my head. She hates children, you know that."

"But..." Stanley's whiny voice turns on, "I-I want to keep her, but my wife wants a different one..." He's trying to explain without a shaking voice. It's not turning out too well and next thing he's bawling.

"That's your problem? That's not anything to be upset about. Tell her to go get the other baby and you can have two!"

Stanley is oblivious to the obvious consequences of such a thing, but it's better than sitting there sobbing, so he thanks his buddy profusely.

"Of course," Oliver says. "Now go away. Dinner's waiting."

Dang it. Spaghetti, that lucky man. Stan and Sunshine leave in happy spirits, and he even promises Ollie if Betty doesn't agree, he'll eat his own hat.

Stan even lets Ollie hold Sunshine, awkwardly and painfully placing her in his arms. She looks up at him with beautiful blue eyes, collects a mouthful of drool, then lets it go all over our poor Oliver.

"Mmm,mmm,mmm! Take it!"

Stan does. The drool subsides once she's back with him; only a little ends up on Stanley. With that, off father and daughter go.