Author's Note: Good afternoon, you guys. I usually abstain from things like this but you all need to find and sign the "Save In Plain Sight" petition. Apparently, the Powers that Be have only approved 8 episodes for next season and I cringe to think of what they'll manage to screw up in such a brief period of time. The link to it is on Jdragonfire29's profile and it already has 46 signatures (including my own).

My musings on the Finale are in my last two author's notes of Resolution and although I'm not foaming at the mouth pissed like last year (good times…good times…), there shall be a series of Aftermath fics (ala Bowing Out Gracefully,Messy and Mine) posted as soon as I can. Again, short and sweet update and I hope you guys enjoy it.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"So, I'm pregnant… although, you probably knew that already because your mom was squealing at the top of her lungs and woke you up. Sorry about that. I hate getting woken up. Well, not all the time. Your Uncle Doofus has special ways of waking me up that I like but you'll learn about those when you're older. Maybe 17-18. I'd say 40 but I know damn well that it's not gonna happen."

Sammi cooed in response and Mary continued changing her diaper with steady, knowing hands, cleaning and soothing the delicate skin of her calmed niece.

"I bet you feel better after getting all of that off you huh, Sprout? I know I would. Fuzzy bunnies or shooting stars?" Mary asked as she held up two fresh onesies. "Let's go with the stars. Bunnies are nice but I'm your Aunt Mary. I'm supposed to make you cool, not girly."

Sammi blinked and snuffled as the shooting stars were covered by dark green footie pajamas. A white cap with Peter's logo on it covered her head and she was ready for action. Mary picked her up and sat down in the rocking chair, cradling her in her arms.

"I hope you'll like your cousin. Knowing me and your uncle, they're probably gonna be a crazy little genius but I think you'll get along. Cowboy wants a girl. I don't get why. Maybe he's gotten used to dealing with Shannon women and thinks that a girl will be cake. Me? I kinda want a boy but the most important thing is that they'll be loved so it doesn't really matter."

They rocked silently for a while and Mary felt tears prick the back of her eyes.

"Sammi, your mom and I…our childhood sucked. Your grandma Jinx and grandpa James were pretty much the definition of unfit parents. He gambled, stole, and ran away like a coward, leaving us all alone with Jinx. She spent all her time drinking, crying, and bringing home losers and I swore that if I found someone to make babies with that I'd never be like them. And I know that your Uncle Doofus would never let me get like them but I'm scared. What I screw your cousin up?"

"The fact that you're worrying about it proves that you won't."

She stood up as Marshall came in and took Sammi, placing her safely in her crib before taking her hands.

"Just because your parents sucked doesn't mean you'll be a bad mother. Hell, just because my parents were decent doesn't mean I'll be a good father. Mary, I trust you with my life and what's left of my sanity. You're not going to screw our kid up."

"And if you do, I'll cut your balls off.", she declared with an evil smirk.

"That's my girl."