That night, Angela took Mona and Jonathan out to dinner so Tony and Sam could have some private time with the couple. "Do you need some help with dinner?" Perry asked.
"If you're offering," Tony smiled.
"Oh, Perry," Della said and held out her hand. Perry helped his wife to her feet. They had told Tony that Della had broken her hip after a fall. Which was a complete lie. Della was too embarrassed to tell her newly found son what the problem really was. Perry helped his wife to the kitchen table. Sam joined the woman.
"So, you cook a lot at home?" Tony asked Perry.
"I'm the only one who cooks at home."
"Oh, I see. You got one of them too?"
"Angela can't cook?"
"Are you kidding? Angela can't toast a pop tart."
"Della can cook, but there was less food poisoning if I did it."
"Perry Mason, you take that back right now," Della said.
"Sorry, darling, but it's the truth."
"If it's true, then why did you and Paul eat when I cooked?"
"Sheer desperation," he joked.
"Perry, how would you like to sleep on the couch for a week?" Della smiled.
"Sorry, dear," he said.
"See, Angela can't do that to me," Tony said.
"How did you two meet?" Sam asked her grandparents.
"Well, I was singing in a nightclub to put myself through secretarial school when your grandfather walked in with a few friends," Della said.
"You sang in a nightclub? That's so cool," Sam said.
"You should have heard her," Perry said. "You should have seen her," he added before whistling. "I took one look at her and told the guys I'd be married to her within the year."
"And?" Tony asked.
"We were married eleven months later."
"You still proposed to me that first night," Della said.
"It felt right. You didn't want to rush and made a deal with me. To date you and propose later." He turned to Tony, "I asked when later."
"What'd she say?"
Della said it the way she had said it that night, "surprise me."
"She said it like that too," Perry said.
"Wow, I want a story like that," Sam said.
"You're too young to have a story like that," Tony insisted.
"Well, how old were you two when you met?" Sam asked the couple.
"I was thirty-two and your grandfather was thirty-five," Della answered.
"See," Tony said as he stuck his tongue out.
"Real mature, dad." Once dinner was ready, Tony and Perry joined Della and Sam at the table. "So, when did you have my dad?"
"Samantha," Tony scolded.
"It's alright," Della said. "I got pregnant shortly after Perry and I got married. Your father was born before our one-year anniversary. Giving birth was different back then. I was knocked out and Perry wasn't in the room. It was easier for them to pull off telling us he was stillborn."
"I was in the room the other times. I insisted," Perry said.
"Well, the second time was because it was in the courtroom."
"You gave birth in a courtroom?" Sam asked.
"At least it wasn't a cell," Tony joked.
"I had thought I was in labor but didn't want Perry to miss court. It was too late to reschedule, so I played it off as false labor," Della explained.
"She insisted she go with me because I was driving her to the hospital when she changed her mind. Actually, we got to the hospital. We went to court, there was an earthquake, and a half hour later Maureen screamed her way into the world. I insisted on being present for the others too. Mainly because I wanted to be there."
"It would have been nice to have had some drugs when Maureen was born," Della said. "It wasn't comfortable giving birth on that table."
"Is giving birth ever comfortable?" Perry asked.
"It's nice to have something cushioned to do it on."
"You gave birth on a table?" Sam asked.
"She refused to give birth on the floor because she didn't know the last time it had been cleaned and didn't want to get the baby dirty," Perry joked. "No, it was the easiest way for the EMTs."
"What are the names of your other children?" Sam asked.
"Well, fourteen months after Maureen, we had Vivian," Della said.
"Fourteen months after Vivi, we had Margaret," Perry added.
"Fourteen months after Maggie, came Violet. Then eleven months later, the boys arrived."
"Eleven months later?!" Tony said in shock. "Gee, no wonder you almost died."
"Dad!" Sam scolded.
"It's fine," Della chuckled. "They were three weeks late too."
"Where are the two of you staying?" Tony asked.
"A hotel further in town," Perry said.
"Angela would probably be alright if you stayed here."
"Well, unless there's a place downstairs, we can't. Your mother can't really climb stairs yet. Only a few."
"Sorry, I forgot," Tony said.
"Don't worry about it," Della said.
"We can make plans while we're in town," Perry added.
"How long are you in town for?"
"However long you want us to be in town."
Tony smiled at the couple. He was looking forward to getting to know his birth parents.