Danny and Vicky sat together in the waiting room at Dr. Kent's office, Vicky flipping through a parenting magazine and Danny sipping coffee from a Styrofoam cup.

"I'm so glad you're here with me," said Vicky.

Danny squeezed his wife's hand soothingly. "Me, too. And I promise you, everything is going to be fine."

"I know," said Vicky, "Now, should we take another look at this name list?"

"Alright," said Danny. "What about Michael?"

"Hmm," Vicky thought for a moment, "I think it would be odd to have both a Michelle and a Michael. How about Brian?"

Danny shook his head quickly. "DJ babysat a Brian once. He ended up sticking his head between the stair railings and DJ had to call me to come cut him out."

Vicky gasped. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, no, I'm serious," Danny assured her. He peered back at the list. "Laura is nice. I like Laura."

Vicky nodded in agreement. "Laura is good. I like Emily, too." She looked at the list again and frowned. "I take it Jasmine and Ariel were not your ideas?" she accused.

Danny chuckled. "I had the list with me when I was tucking Michelle in last night and she wanted to see it. She had some good ideas too, though! Eric is nice."

"Eric is nice," Vicky conceded. She smiled. "Danny, I can't believe we're doing this."

"Doing what?" Danny asked.

"Sitting in a doctor's office talking about naming our baby! I'm so glad I get to do this with you!" she gushed.

Danny leaned in and put his arm around his wife's shoulder. "Me, too, Vicky," he said sincerely. "Little Laura or Eric in there is going to be very lucky to have you as a mom."

"You know, I'm not so sure about the name Eric anymore," Vicky admitted.

"Well, it's a good thing we still have five months to pick a name then!" Danny exclaimed. They both laughed.

"Vicky?" the nurse called. Vicky stood up and followed the nurse with her husband close behind.

After talking it over, they had decided to go with the amniocentesis. The invasiveness of the test made them both anxious, but they figured the results would be more accurate. Danny squeezed his wife's hand as he watched the needle go into her stomach, extracting a sample of the fluid surrounding the baby. Vicky kept her eyes locked on the sonogram, watching their baby bounce actively around the screen. She smiled weakly. Once the needle was out, Vicky breathed a sigh of relief and loosened her death grip on Danny's hand. He kissed her reassuringly on the forehead.

"I love you," he said quietly.

"I love you, too," she replied.

Once they left the doctor's office, the couple stopped for frozen yogurt on the way home to debrief and calm their nerves.

"How long is it going to take to get the results?" Danny asked.

"Dr. Kent said it would be about twenty-four hours, so we should know by the end of the day tomorrow if something isn't right," his wife informed him.

"And we'll know if there's a little Eric or Laura in there!" Danny replied cheerfully to soothe his wife.

"Got anything better than Eric on that list?" Vicky inquired.

Danny took the folded-up piece of paper back out of his wallet and perused it once more. "Well, there's Benjamin, Matthew, Andrew…"

Vicky perked up. "Oh, I like Andrew!" she enthused.

"Good! Andrew is good! You've never dated an Andrew, have you?" Vicky gave her husband a warning scowl. "Andrew, it is!" Danny chirped. Vicky laughed at her husband's remark, but he could see the fear and worry creeping back onto her face as she scooped out another spoonful of frozen yogurt. "Hey," he reached over and grabbed her free hand with both of his. "It's gonna be okay."

"I know it is. I just wish we didn't have to wait so long for the results."

Danny nodded. "Waiting is always the hardest part." He checked his watch. "We should probably get back to the station. Are you ready?" Vicky nodded and they headed back to the car to return to work for the afternoon.


Vicky returned to the station just in time to get into hair and makeup for that afternoon's taping of Mom 24/7. The show had been airing for about a month now and was already a hit, despite airing up against The Oprah Winfrey Show on network television. Vicky couldn't have anticipated just how popular the show would be with mothers and women all across the Bay Area. Both she and Becky were now receiving fan letters almost every day, thanking them for their vulnerability in sharing the struggles that came with pregnancy and motherhood. Becky was somewhat used to the accolades by now as she had been hosting Wake Up, San Francisco for almost six years, but for Vicky, it was entirely new territory. People didn't typically send fan mail to foreign correspondents covering elections in Sweden.

"Hey, Vicky! How did your appointment go?" Becky asked, taking a seat in the makeup chair next to Vicky's.

"Well, as good as it could go, I guess," Vicky answered, "But we won't know the results until tomorrow."

"Oh, Vicky, I'm sure everything is going to be fine. But if you need to talk about it, I'm always here."

Vicky smiled and nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Becky. Did you go through anything like this when you were pregnant with the twins?"

"Oh, well, sure! With twin pregnancies, all kinds of things can go wrong, and of course, doctors always have to warn you about the potential complications no matter how small the risks are, so there was always something to be worried about. But you know what?"

"What?" Vicky asked.

"The worrying doesn't stop. Even if they come out completely healthy, with all ten fingers and toes, you're always going to find something to worry about. I think that's why this show resonates with so many people. As a mom, it's so easy to start panicking because you don't know whether or not something is normal, and sometimes even pediatricians can make you feel ridiculous for even asking about it like we're just automatically supposed to know what's normal and what's not! Sometimes the only other person who truly understands what you're going through is another mom. So I know exactly what you're going through." Becky reached over and squeezed Vicky's hand.

"Gosh, Becky, this is great advice and all, but save something for the show, will you?" Vicky teased, causing both women to laugh.

Becky glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh, we better get going!" she exclaimed, and both women vacated the makeup chairs and headed to set.


Back at the Tanner House that afternoon, DJ, Kimmy, and Steve occupied the living room, with various textbooks and worksheets scattered across the coffee table.

"Deej, maybe it's about time you take a break from studying," Steve suggested.

"But, Steve, if I don't do well on the SAT, there's no way I'm getting into Stanford! I want to know all of these study guides like the back of my hand so I'm ready for whatever this test throws at me," DJ explained.

"Well, Deej, there's one very simple way to accomplish that," said Kimmy.

Dj glared incredulously at her best friend. "What's that, Kimmy?"

"It's easy! Just write all the answers on the back of your hand!" DJ opened her mouth to respond, but instead rolled her eyes and went back to her books. She picked one up and handed it over to Steve. "Ok, Steve, quiz me again," she instructed.

Steve obliged, flipping through the book to find a practice quiz DJ hadn't completed yet. "Ok, here's one! Which of the following words is the closest synonym to ubiquitous?: Prevalent, Precarious, or Passionate?"

"Prevalent!" DJ answered quickly. Her boyfriend gave her a thumbs up.

"Bingo! See, DJ, you've got this! You're gonna ace that test on Saturday." Steve rubbed his girlfriend's shoulder encouragingly before giving her a quick smooch and getting up from the couch. "I have to go get ready for wrestling practice. Kimmy, will you take over quizzing duty?" Steve walked over and opened the front door, only to be met face to face with Danny, followed by Vicky and Becky.

"Oh, Hi, Mr. T! Mrs. T, Aunt Becky. I was just heading out for wrestling practice. Catch you later. Love you, Deej!" Steve called over his shoulder as hurried out the door.

"How was school, Honey?" Danny asked.

"School was fine," said DJ, "But I only have a few more days to study for my SATs and I'm totally freaking out."

"Oh, DJ, I'm sure you'll do great!" Danny encouraged his daughter. "But keep in mind, it's just a test, okay? Don't do that thing like me where you get too wrapped in the numbers and start obsessing over missing one little point, because when I took that test, there was this one question that I couldn't for the life of me, decide between two of the multiple-choice answers, so I wasted twenty minutes and missed almost an entire section and had to retake the whole thing!" Danny looked around the room to find the women glaring at him incredulously. "But you? You're gonna do great!" Danny quickly attempted to recover.

"DJ, what I hope your dad is trying to say," said Vicky, " is that you can't let one test score define you or your intelligence. I know right now it seems like the biggest thing in the world, but trust me, when you look back on it years from now, you probably won't even remember what score you got!"

"That's right, Deej!" Aunt Becky exclaimed, "And no matter what happens, we're all going to be proud of you, so you just do the best you can, okay?"

"Thanks, guys. I just really want to do well on this test because Stanford is my dream school, and I know how picky they are! But you're right: no matter what happens, all I can do is my best."

Danny came over and wrapped one arm around his daughter's shoulder. "That's right! And, if you ask me, your best is pretty darned good. Any school would be lucky to have you, Deej."

DJ smiled. "Thanks, Dad."

Danny kissed his eldest daughter on the forehead. "Anytime, sweetheart." With a parting kiss for his wife, Danny headed upstairs.

"Well, we'd better go get dinner started," Vicky announced, "but if you need help studying afterward, just let me know, okay?"

"Thanks, Vicky." Vicky and Aunt Becky went into the kitchen, leaving the two teenage girls alone to study.


Hours later, the entire family, including Kimmy Gibbler, were seated at the table for dinner.

"So have you come up with any names for the baby yet?" Stephanie asked her dad and stepmom.

"Well, for a boy, we like Andrew, and for a girl, we like Laura," Vicky explained, "But nothing is set in stone yet. Who knows what the baby is actually going to look like? We may come up with something completely different once it's born."

"You know, that's a really smart idea, keeping an open mind," said Joey, "Before I was born, my parents were going to name me George, but they decided I didn't look presidential enough, which is ironic because when I was first born, my hair was red just like George Jetson!" Joey chuckled to himself while the rest of the table stayed silent.

"Well, Joseph does have a point," Jesse admitted. "You want to think about this very carefully to make sure that you pick a nice, strong, name that's not gonna get your kid beaten up every day at school."

"Like Hermes," Becky replied.

"Exactly!" Jesse exclaimed before glaring at his wife for bringing up his given name. Becky laughed apologetically and Jesse conceded, giving her a quick peck.

"Well, I'm just glad that we only have to come up with one name," said Vicky, "I can't imagine having to come up with two at once."

"Well, look at it this way," Jesse stated matter-of-factly, "when there are two babies to name, you don't have to compromise. You each get to name one kid. Next time, we're actually going to have to agree on something, right Beck?"

Becky nodded. "So long as we don't end up with another set of twins!" Both tired parents cringed at the thought.

"Hey, Steph, how are things going with you and Rusty?" DJ asked her little sister.

"Really great! His mom is taking us ice skating on Sunday."

"You know, Dad would never have let me have a steady boyfriend when I was your age. You really have mellowed out, Dad!" DJ noticed.

"Well, it just so happens, Rusty and I had a very long talk before their first official date, and he now knows what's coming for him if he ever does anything I don't like. I made sure he knew that he would have more than one concerned father coming after him if he ever makes a wrong move. Right, guys?" He turned to Joey and then Jesse, who nodded.

"That's right, Steph, we got your back!" Joey exclaimed, winking at Stephanie.

"Joseph, what are you gonna do to the kid?" Jesse asked, "tie him up and force him to listen to cartoon impersonations for hours on end? Because, actually, that would work!"

Joey frowned and then looked expectantly towards Stephanie. Taking the hint, Stephanie turned to her uncle and exclaimed, "How rude!" on Joey's behalf.

"Thank you, Steph!"

"Anytime, Joey."

"It also helps that I know Rusty's mom so well, so I know he's being raised to treat a woman properly," Danny stated.

"And how exactly do you know Rusty's mom?" Vicky asked with a raised eyebrow.

Danny shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Hey, does anyone want dessert?!" he asked finally, jumping up from his seat at the table. "We've got apple pie!"


Later that night, Jesse and Becky had put the twins to bed and were alone in their attic apartment. Jesse stood outside the closed bathroom door anxiously waiting for Rebecca to emerge. "Hey, Beck, how much longer?" he asked.

"Thirty seconds!" came the reply from the other side of the door. When she finally came out, Becky simply shook her head and collapsed into her husband's arms.

"Oh, Beck, Sweetie, I'm so sorry. Hey, it's gonna be okay. We'll keep trying," he assured her.

"Well, that's the thing, Jess! You've said that twelve times now and it still hasn't happened. Now, I know Dr. Engel told me that perfectly healthy couples can take up to a year to conceive, but now that it's been a year don't you think we should at least check with the doctor to see why it's not happening?"

"Well, sure, if that's what you want to do. I just don't want you to stress out about it too much, that's all. I may not know very much about this stuff, but I do know that stressing out an expectant mother is bad, so that's gotta mean stressing out a pre-expectant mother is just as bad!" Jesse said confidently.

Becky giggled. "Well, you're probably right about that. But I do think we should talk to the doctor about how long it's taking, just to see if she has any advice."

"Absolutely," said Jesse, "But you know what? No matter what does or doesn't happen, you've already given me two beautiful baby boys. I know I always talk about wanting a whole house full of kids, but if Nicky and Alex are all that we have, you've given me more than enough. I love you so much."

Becky wiped a tear from her cheek with her sleeve, this time, a tear of joy. "I love you, too, Jess. And hey, even if I can't get pregnant again, we can always adopt! There are so many babies out there who need homes that would be lucky to have you as a dad!" she gushed.

Jesse smiled softly at his wife. "You know what I say to that idea?" he asked.

"What?" asked Becky.

"Have mercy!" Jesse scooped Rebecca up into his arms and carried her over to their bed.


The following day after work, Vicky paced back and forth next to the phone in the kitchen with her hands on her hips. She checked her watch impatiently, then tried to relax, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. As she did so, her husband scurried in from the living room.

"Did they call yet? Did I miss it?" Danny asked, out of breath.

"Nothing yet," Vicky replied. Danny breathed a huge sigh of relief and wiped sweat dramatically off his brow. He took off his sports jacket and flung over the chair next to Vicky's before sitting down. He grabbed his wife's hand and they sat together for a moment in silence, waiting.

"The office is open until 6 tonight, so it could still be a couple of hours," Vicky explained. She sighed. "Maybe I should just go ahead and start making dinner. That would keep my mind off of -" Vicky's thought was cut short when the phone finally rang. She hurried to answer it, Danny following close behind. Little did they know, the ringing had also alerted the entire house as the rest of the Tanners rushed in from the different entrances to hear the news.

"Hello?" Vicky answered. "Yes, this is she. I see. Okay. Okay, great! Oh, yes please." She was quiet for a moment, and then, "Oh, wow! Thank you! Yes, I will, thank you. You, too! Buh-bye." Vicky quickly hung up the phone and hurried up the stairs without looking at any of the family. They all exchanged worried glances but nobody dared to say a word until Vicky returned with both hands behind her back.

"Vicky, what's going on? Is everything okay? What did the doctor say?" Danny asked frantically.

"Sweetheart, everything is perfectly fine!" Vicky assured him. "I just had to go get something from upstairs. You see, my mother has a tendency to believe that she has a sixth sense of certain things. She "knew" that you and I would end up getting married, she "knew" that I was pregnant before I even told her, and then she insisted that she "knew" what the sex of the baby was going to be, so much so that she bought this outfit for the baby the day after I told her I was pregnant. I kept telling her that she should return it since there was only a fifty percent chance that we would be able to use it, but she still insisted that I keep it, and well, once again, my mother was right! So, here you go!" Vicky exclaimed, pulling the outfit from behind her back.

Danny gasped as his wife revealed a set of denim overalls covering a blue and white striped onesie. Written on the overalls in gold stitching were the words "Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails" with an embroidered puppy dog face underneath.

"What does that mean?" Michelle asked.

"Michelle, you're gonna have a little brother!" Danny exclaimed, scooping up his youngest daughter. The Tanners crowded in for a celebratory group hug. After a few moments, the group disbanded and left the new parents to process the news in private. Danny wrapped his arms tightly around Vicky's now slightly swollen abdomen and smiled blissfully.

"Oh!" Vicky exclaimed suddenly, "I have one more surprise for you, also from my mother." Vicky once again retreated upstairs. When she returned this time, she was carrying a small broom with a bright red stick, just about the right size for a newly walking toddler. Etched onto the broomstick in white paint were the words "Baby's First Broom". Danny chuckled, but then pumped his fist triumphantly in the air. "Oh, Vicky, this is perfect! I'll call your mother tomorrow and thank her." Once again Danny took his wife into his arms and cradled her small baby bump. After a few moments, they both looked at each other, wide-eyed.

"Danny, did you feel that?!" Vicky exclaimed.

"I did!" Danny grinned. "I think Andrew likes the broom!" Vicky chuckled and looked down at her stomach.

"Andy," she explained, "Your daddy can be a little crazy sometimes, especially when it comes to cleanliness, but I can guarantee you, you are going to be the most hugged baby in all of San Francisco!" Danny laughed and gave his wife a slow kiss, dipping her ever so slightly.