Sheldon is lying in bed, while Amy is breastfeeding Connie. Stephen is playing with his toy trains on the table.
Amy: Stephen, why don't you ask Daddy to play with you? He loves trains and he could need someone to cheer him up a little.
Stephen: Yes, I love playing trains with Daddy.
He smiles and jumps on Sheldon's bed.
Stephen: Daddy, come on. Let's play with my trains.
He shakes him but Sheldon only sniffs.
Sheldon: I am not in the mood for playing.
Stephen gets teary eyes: But... how can you not like trains and playing with me anymore? Don't you no longer like me?
Sheldon pulls the bed sheets away from his face and looks at Stephen.
Sheldon: Of course I love you. I'm just not feeling well right now.
Stephen lifts Sheldon's right arm, gets under the sheet and puts Sheldon's arm around him. He hugs his Daddy.
Stephen: It's okay. I never really got to know meemaw, but I love the few weeks I could spend with her. It must have been great growing up with her.
Sheldon sniffs again. He pulls Stephen a bit closer to his body and rest his head on Stephen's.
Stephen: But lying in bed is boring. And it won't bring her back. I am sure she wants you to keep smiling, be happy and do fun stuff. And what is more fun than playing with trains? Trains, daddy.
Sheldon: You are a smart boy, Stephie.
Stephen: I know. That is why I know you like playing with trains more than lying in bed crying.
Sheldon gets up: Okay. Let's play with some trains now.
Stephen jumps out of the bed: Yay!
Amy lays Connie in her crib.
Amy: I am so happy she is sleeping now. But isn't she adorable? Oh my sweet little girl. One day we can watch Little House on the Prairie together. We will have so many wonderful mother-daughter moments. I cannot wait for you to grow up, but not too fast. Just a bit, and then just stay cute forever.
Stephen: Oh I know how we can add even more fun to this.
Stephen runs to the closet and takes out a lightsaber.
Amy: What are you doing with this? I thought you wanted to play with trains?
Stephen: Everything is more fun with a lightsaber.
Amy: Your dad tried to tell me that as well, but I never really understood it. Even though, the one time we used it was quite fun.
While thinking about it, she smiles but blushes the moment she realizes Stephen is still looking at her and should not know how his parents share intimacies.
Amy. Umm, we will talk about this another time. Have fun.
Stephen, slightly confused: Okay.
He runs to his dad and the trains on the table, moving around with his lightsaber.
Amy opens the closet and looks at her and Sheldon's Star Trek uniforms.
Amy thinking: Or are these Star Trek and those Star Wars uniforms?
Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly hears crying. Connie is awake. She runs over to her and takes her out of the crib.
Amy: Hush sweetie, it's alright. No need to cry.
Stephen runs around with the lightsaber, followed by Sheldon who has another one.
Amy: Guys, be quiet. Connie needs to sleep.
Stephen: Maybe she wants to play, too. I mean, nobody wants to lie in bed while we have fun playing with awesome toys.
He pokes his little sister with the lightsaber, but she keeps crying.
Amy: Sheldon, I could really need some help. I need a little break. I was up all night and I am tired. Could you please take her?
She gives Conny to Sheldon who is still holding his lightsaber. He looks at her.
Sheldon: You are better with children, Amy. You are the woman. It's in your blood.
Amy: Are you trying to tell me that I am smarter in raising kids?
Sheldon looks at her: I only said you are better with children, not smarter than me. Listen, Amy.
Amy: We are a team, Sheldon. Sometimes you get the fun times and I the tough ones, but sometimes it's your turn to take responsibility. And now watch me how great I am in napping.
She leaves the bedroom and lies down on the couch. Sheldon follows her. Stephen was still waving his lightsaber. Sheldon tries to wake up Amy.
He slightly prods her with his pointer: Amy.
He slightly prods her again: Amy.
He prods her a third time: Amy.
Amy: You are smart. Figure something out.
Sheldon: There are two children and I want to play with Stephen.
Amy mumbles: And I want to sleep. You have a daughter now, too.
Sheldon looks around: Where is mother?
Amy: Buying groceries. Sheldon, just let me sleep for only an hour, please. I need it. Read them a book or whatever.
Sheldon: Stephen. What do you want me to read? Is a physics book appropriate for kids?
Stephens looks at his dad and smiles.
Stephen: Yes. Can you read me the one about Schroedinger's cat?
Sheldon: This is amazing. Connie will think this is about an actual cat and every girl loves cats. Am I right, sweetie? If you could talk already, you'd probably say: Yes, daddy, I love cats so much, you could even call me Kat.
He looks at her and when she giggles, he smiles.
He grabs the book from the shelf and sits on the chair next to the couch. Stephen sits next to him, Connie is on his lap. She touches the book's cover.
Stephen: You are going to love this, Connie. Schroedinger's cat is my favorite.
Sheldon: Wait until I will teach you string theory. That is the most fascinating you have ever heard.
Connie shrieks. She is beating with her hands on the book and smiles. She tries to open it. Sheldon does that for her. She looks up to him and smiles.
Sheldon: You love that, don't you? I have the best children. They love books, playing with trains and lightsabers. This is more fun that I expected.
Stephen: Everything is fun with me, dad. And one day, I will be as smart as you.
Connie shrieks as in protest.
Stephen: Do you think you will be smarter? I don't think so, little sister.
She turns her head around, puts her tiny, little hands on Sheldon's who holds the book. She looks up to him again. She wiggles her butt, as if she wants him to start reading.
Sheldon: You know, I never really wanted kids. I thought my time was too precious to spend it with them. However, I wanted to donate my sperm to help someone have a smart kid one day, but the parents would probably not know how to handle a genius. Like my parents who were often overwhelmed with me. I am glad I didn't gave my sperm away. Raising geniuses is something that only I can do.
Stephen: With mommy.
He looks at his son and smiles.
Sheldon: Yes, only with mommy. You know, only meemaw always believed in me. She said live your life. Don't just read about it in your books or spend too much time on your computers. The most precious moments are those shared with your family.
Stephen: We are here now. Ready to listen to the book.
Connie point at the book and tries to move Sheldon's hand.
Sheldon: Yes, you are. It took a while for me to realize how right she was. I used to stay away from others because of their germs and confusing behaviors. Life is beautiful not only in theory, she told me, even it's sometimes tougher than I might want it to be. She was smart in a different way and I admired her for that.
Stephen: Is life hard?
Sheldon: There will be moments that are scary, and you wish you could outrun them. But you have to face them. Your aunt Missy said one smart thing in her life: be scared but do it anyway. Later I heard meemaw saying that, too. Before I met your mother I was scared to be in a relationship. I never told anyone. I had read about it, I saw my friends being in relationships and how hurtful it often was. Meemaw told me theories are often different than the reality. Theories are in my mind. I love my mind. I have full control over it, but not of how other people react and what they think. That was scary.
Stephen: And Mom convinced you that she was the right one?
Sheldon: The weird thing was, your Nana knew it before me. I thought cats would help me getting over your mother when he broke up the first time. I missed her, I just could not admit it. I am too smart to make mistakes. I never thought someone so similar like me was out there. I never thought this could be true. She seemed to be too ... perfect. Meemaw and your Nana both knew she was the one for me. Meemaw also knew I would be a great father one day. I hope she is right.
Stephen moves closer to Sheldon, hugs his left arm with his little arms and rests his head on his shoulder.
Stephen: I love you, daddy.
Sheldon: I love you, too, my little boy.
Connie looks up at Sheldon, then lets herself fall deeper in his lap.
Sheldon: Okay, shall we start reading?
Stephen: Yes.
Connie chuckles, claps with her hands and Sheldon begins to read.
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XO Sanny