"Is my baby home?" Betty calls through the door. She refuses to open it until she knows for sure Sampson has arrived, once and for all.
"A baby is here."
Betty knows what that means. "Take her back!"
"Why can't we have both?"
"Stanley, look at her! She's got pure evil written all over her face! I don't trust it."
This is the strangest conversation Stan had ever had. He's talking to his wife with a door in between them.
He looks carefully at Sunshine. "I don't see, 'evil,' anywhere."
"You know what I'm talking about! Now BRING ME MY BOY!"
"I-I will, as soon as you let me and her in."
The door flies open and Stan's face is met with Betty's slipper. "Stay away from me! Go away!"
Stanley raises one hand to cover his face from Betty's assaults. This scene would have been funny if the circumstances aren't so serious. The slipper isn't even hurting him.
Sunshine screams, a deafening yell that even makes Betty stop and jump in surprise. She points at her. "See, Stanley? Evil! Get out!" She smacks him one last time before shoving him away, closing the door to his home and locking it.
Stanley sighs and looks down at Sunshine, who has miraculously fallen back asleep. There is absolutely nothing evil about that. He sighs again and wipes a tear from his eye. He has to be brave! If being a man means getting kicked out of his house, then so be it.
They walk around town until Stan's arm goes numb and he has to hold the baby in his other one. His shoes are literally falling apart. He was supposed to get that fixed awhile ago, but Betty kept telling him it's okay and now look how it's gotten.
He doesn't need Betty. But the more he says this to himself, the less he believes it. They are in love, he knows it, they're just...taking a break. Betty loves him. If she doesn't, she wouldn't have wanted him to help her take care of a baby. And the day they were married is one of the best days of his life. How long ago is that again? Must be around nine, ten years. Uncharacteristically, he even remembers the day! March 19. He can't remember the year, but the date is better than nothing.
Currently he has Sunshine. "Isn't this nice?" he asks her, taking a seat on a park bench, tired. "We're just like two peas in a pot."
