A few weeks of solace certainly had Myra feeling like her head was on straight.

Rick had disappeared back to Earth, now and then; giving his pregnant wife support here and there, before gallivanting about on their newly discovered serenity planet- mostly due to Myra's contention.

Rick had been busy constructing the ultimate 'throne' where he could sit in his solitude and do his business; while Myra had been busy making a scrambling device out of a large crystal, which she had suspended between the two mountain peaks in the distance. It was specifically designed to mask the entire planet from scanners; keeping it as an untouched paradise forever.

Overall, it was the most at-peace Myra and Rick had felt in years. Their routine of working together and joking around had relaxed them in a visceral way.

So, when they had returned to Earth, it was only natural that their once genial attitude towards each other would dissipate.

"You're doing it wrong!" Rick snapped irritably, "that part is clearly for a cam lock nut; not a shelf pin!" He grumbled, slapping Myra's hand, holding the Allen key out of the way.

Myra slapped his hand back in response, "Look at the bloody instructions, Sanchez!" She hissed, motioning to the diagram on the floor before them, "Don't be afraid to admit defeat!" She snapped again, slamming her hand down on the papered images.

Rick let out a cry of guttural fury and snatched up the paper, "fucking Scandinavians w-were smoking something to come up with this kind of torture!"

"Yeesh, how long have they been like that?" Roberto whispered to Diane, who was sipping on a hot drink, watching them from the room's entrance.

"Since…" Diane feigned looked at her watch, "last night."

"I've never seen two people, so intelligent, yet so stupid." Roberto shook his head, sipping on his own cup of coffee, "They're making, putting a cot together, look like the extreme Olympics…"

"Fuck it!" Rick threw his hands up in the air and snatched his portal gun out of his pocket. He shot open a portal,, against the room's wall and stepped through, reappearing, dragging a complete cot through moments later. "I-I just stole it from a loser version of us w-who've already built it!" He huffed in triumph as the portal popped closed behind him.

Diane shook her head, her expression blank as she sipped on her drink once again.

"Yay!" Roberto said, with thick enthusiasm, "Now what's next?" He grinned too wide, stepping inside the room.

Rick shot open another portal and shoved their failed attempt at a cot construction inside, leaving it for his interdimensional counterpart to deal with.

"W-we still have the change tab…"

"I've already done that." Diane sighed, motioning to the other side of the room, where the fully constructed table stood, in all it's glory.

"Witchcraft!" Rick hissed, turning to his wife with a confused expression, "W-when the hell did you do that, anyway?"

"About half an hour into you two fighting over which nuts go where." She said with a shrug, "Took me less than an hour." She gave him a haughty glance and sipped on her drink again.

"Damn…" Myra sighed, glancing around the room, "I think you guys are ready to have this baby now!"

"There's still the cars eat." Diane shrugged, "But we don't have to worry about that right now… you guys have been arguing for twelve hours straight." She shook her head, "Maybe we should all grab a bite to eat for breakfast."

"Shoney's?" Rick and Myra grinned in unison.

Rick portalled them all to the restaurant within moments; Rick and Myra's Surly attitude gone instantaneously.

"Geez I'm starving Myra moaned as they all flopped down into a booth, "Hard to believe we were up all night." She stretched leisurely and smiled as a waitress came over to give them menus and pour coffee.

"Personally, I think you two went a little overboard with baby-proofing the house… not to mention that elaborate security system…." Diane started, before Rick grinned maniacally and placed his hand on hers.

"W-e're just making sure that our little boo-boo is going to be secure." Rick shrugged his shoulders.

"That mosquito laser wasn't a bit much?" Diane cocked her brow at her husband.

"Gotta keep those filthy, little bloodsuckers away from him." Rick chortled.

"So, you still think it's a boy?" Diane smirked at him, "Are you sure you haven't cheated and somehow found out?"

Rick snorted and shook his head, "Rick don't roll like that, dawg."

They all ordered their food and silence spread over the group as they started eating.

Roberto let out a gasp, after biting into his burger, and looked at the contents, "It's spicy!" He frowned.

"It's mayonnaise." Myra frowned at him.


A few more months passed.

"Would you like to hold her?"

The unexpected question, from Diane, caused Myra to practically jump in surprise.

She looked down at the pretty, blonde woman poised so perfectly within the hospital bed; practically radiating with joy as she held the little bundle within her arms. Myra nodded her head, somewhat slowly, before the other woman handed her the most precious thing she had ever laid eyes on.

Baby Beth; the most adorable and surprising thing that had happened in their lives, since the wedding. Rick cleared his throat.

"Beth… or Bethany, after Dee's grandmother." He shrugged his shoulders, "She's something." He was beaming with a similar radiance to his wife; sitting on the bed next to Diane, watching Myra with sheer happiness.

Myra's eyes wandered over the perfect, little face; so peacefully asleep. A strange surge of emotion and longing suddenly tugging at her heart.

There was a chuckle from beside Myra, and an arm slung around her, "Oh dear, you know what they say about women and babies." Roberto gave Rick a bemused wink.

"Don't be ludicrous, Rob." Myra hissed at him, then proceeded to coo at baby Beth, who was still sleeping with peaceful contempt, "Babies aren't exactly on my 'to-do' list."

The months had passed with a great deal of civility. Myra and Diane were getting along, rather well; Dianne seemed thrilled that Myra was 'dating' someone- even if that person was her boss. Although. their relationship was somewhat on-again-off-again.

Diane was less and less concerned about Rick's shenanigans, which had definitely given Rick and Myra a lot of time to work on bigger and better things. They had certainly amped up their interdimensional adventures over the months.

"Please, one mention of marriage a-and Myra would be running for the hills, am I right? L-let alone talk of babies!" Rick snickered, and they all chuckled in unison.

Myra's eyes were still focused on the bundle of fresh life within her arms. It was strange, she had never truly had the urge to have a child of her own; but holding something so perfect… a complete mixture of two person's genetic matter…. there was a strange mixture of fascination and biological yearning that was suddenly overwhelming her.

She found herself rocking, swaying out of sheer instinct as she stared down at Beth's little button nose, watching as her face twitched ever so slightly in her sleep.

Myra cleared her throat after a long moment, and abruptly handed her back to Diane, "Well, I must say 'very nice work'." She said, somewhat defensively as Rick and Diane gave her smug grins, "She's… perfect." She seemed to choke up with emotion all of a sudden and she cleared her throat to get past the lump that had formed in her throat.

"Still no urge to have one of your own?" Diane smiled pleasantly, glancing from Roberto to Myra questioningly.

Myra answered rather quickly, "No thanks!" She laughed, "No offence, to Mr stud over here." She jerked her thumb towards Roberto, laughing awkwardly.

Roberto cleared his throat to cut through the sudden tension that filled the room, "We'd best be going… leave you guys to it…"

"Later, Sanchez clan!" Myra winked at them, turning on her heel to leave.

When they were driving in the car, Roberto let out a weary sigh.

"They made a very adorable baby, didn't they?" He asked, giving her a warm smile.

"Somewhat surprising; I was almost expecting Beth to be born with her father's monobrow!" She snickered, to herself, "I never thought I would be so happy to see a baby."

Roberto cocked his eyebrow at her, glancing away from the steering wheel momentarily, "Do you ever think you'll reconsider your stance on relationships, marriage… or starting a family of our own?"

Myra rolled her eyes, "Not this again…"

Roberto shrugged, "All I am saying… didn't it give you some kind of… sense of purpose or… longing?"

Myra scowled, suddenly folding her arms across her chest defensively, "Rob…. I have made my position on this subject perfectly clear, from day one." She snapped testily, "No sweet, little baby, is going to change that."

"I told Diane this wouldn't work." He muttered beneath his breath.

She turned to look at him with a bewildered snarl, "What the hell did you just say?"

"Nothing. Forget it." He frowned back in response, "Just this stupid Idea of Diane's… she thought that when she and Rick had their baby and you saw it… well you'd be overcome with maternal instinct; that you'd change your mind instantly." He was frowning, "Clearly, even she can't figure out your mental short-comings."

Myra glared at him for a few moments of silence, and then unbuckled her seatbelt, before opening the door and leaping out of the moving car, flipping him off on the way.

At seventy mph, the impact of her body hitting the asphalt was significant. Had she not been rather impervious to physical damage, she would have had fatal injuries. It was the main thing she was thankful for about the malfunction of Rick's portal gun prototype.

Myra rolled and bounced, tearing and dirtying her clothes, before irritably climbing to her feet to look at the car, which suddenly screeched to a halt ahead of her. She scowled, watching as he pulled over and lunged out of the car.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snapped at her, his expression wild with astonishment, "We were having a conversation and you just go ahead and leap out of a moving vehicle, to avoid it?" He snapped, walking towards her. He threw his hands up in the air in annoyance, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Myra frowned at him, "I'm done. With the conversation. With the mention of being forced into being tied down. With you!" She snapped, glaring at him in frustration, "I don't care how overly dramatic you think I am being; I can't spend more time with being told what I should do with my life. I certainly can't see myself spending any more time with you."

Roberto looked visibly wounded by her words. He dragged a hand over his face in frustration, giving a resigned nod, "Fine… that's just fine by me." He turned to make his way back to the car but momentarily paused, to glare at her in anger, "I have no idea why I bothered to waste time on someone who is so clearly deluded. Your issues run on a whole new level of crazy, which anyone would be incapable of dealing with." He paused again, "Except for Rick."

He spat Rick's name out like it left a bad taste in his mouth, screwing his face up to emphasise his point.

"Just go." Myra snarled back at him.

Roberto threw his hands up in the air and shook his head in disbelief, before returning to his car and driving off.

Myra stuck her index fingers up as he drove away. She reached for her portal gun, only to find it had shattered from the sudden impact. It was only then that she considered the situation she had gotten herself into, and looked up and down the stretch of highway with a weary sigh, hobbling on a broken shoe along the side, hoping that a pay phone wasn't too far away.

She was in luck; a pay phone was only a mile away. She wearily dragged herself inside and pulled a few coins out of her pocket, swiftly dialling a number.

"Hello, could I please have Diane Sanchez' room; she's in maternity…." She paused, waiting for the response, "Thank you…" She waited for several more moments before she was patched through.

'Hello?' Diane's voice chimed over the receiver.

"Hey, its Myra." Myra pinched her brow in frustration, "Could… could I talk to Rick… please?"

Rick had lazily portalled to her location, rather than making the drive.

He was staring at her in concern as she sat on the ground beside the phone box.

"Dare I-I ask what the hell happened to you?" Rick was frowning as he walked up beside her, "I-I-I mean y-you look like you jumped out of a moving car or something…" He paused, watching as she buried her head in her hands. "Oh…." He muttered awkwardly, "L-let's go get a drink." He said, fiddling with the portal gun's dial and opening a portal.

Myra climbed to her feet and stepped through.

She was surprised that he had chosen to the Plim Plom Tavern- it was one of the very first places they had accidentally stumbled upon, after the creation of the portal gun. She was suddenly hit by a pang of nostalgia, wondering briefly why Rick had chosen that specific location.

"It's uh…. Quiet and the drinks are great." Rick shrugged, as though he was reading her thoughts. "Come on, let's get you drunk."

A few hours passed and soon Rick and Myra were snorting drunkenly at their own jokes.

"Gee, I think t-t-the last time I got this wasted was at my bachelor party!" Rick was swaying in his seat.

"The best night ever," Myra raised her glass in a cheers motion, "But of course, tonight we celebrate; to the arrival of little Beth Sanchez, and the farewell of Roberto Agnes."

Rick clinked his beverage against hers, "I-I'll dr…ink to that!" He burped, grinning widely at her.

"Speaking of baby Beth…" Myra said, letting out a sigh, "I guess we should get you back to the hospital before Diane has an aneurysm."

Rick made a dismissive motion, "W-what's the rush?" He smirked, "W-what's Beth going to do? Run away?"

Myra shrugged her shoulders, "I heard babies can be a lot of work…"

Rick made another dismissive motion, "T-t-they'll be fine without me for one night…"

Myra glanced at him, "Rick…" She frowned, "You should go and be with your wife and baby."

"I'll be able to catch up on all those shitty diapers… just… one night." Rick was frowning down into his drink.

"It doesn't have to be tonight, though." Myra said, giving him a slight, playful nudge, "I'm fine; alleviated, even. Completely unattached now; that's a great feeling for me." Myra grinned.

Rick was frowning, his expression heavy with weariness, "Friendship is hard, Morty."

"I know, it's a lot of work." Myra smirked back at him.

"Sustaining platonic friendship i-is hard." Rick muttered in a surly, low tone, "Dee, although at surface value, seems ok w-with us… she's really not." He shook his head, "Ugh being married to a mental quack is a-a pain in the ass." He shook his head, tossing back another shot.

"Baby Beth… she's so fucking perfect, Rick." Myra frowned, "You and Diane did a great job; you'll continue to do a great job together. You're a united front; both of you want nothing but the best for that little girl." Myra stated, "The drama between Dee and I….That all becomes secondary." She stated, "Beth is what matters the most. I will do everything within my power for that Sanchez spawn to live a happy, carefree life."

Rick snorted, "Geez, y-you sure you're not getting clucky, Morty?" he had seeming re-emerged from his dark mental spot.

Myra shrugged her shoulders, "I don't think children are for me, Rick… that's… commitment." She chuckled nervously.

"Aww, c'mon- we find you a suitable 'donor', knock you up and BAM, we're raising kids simultaneously!" Rick cackled.

"Sorry, Sanchez, but that's one adventure you'll have to partake without me." Myra chuckled back, patting his shoulder, "Now It's best that I get my ass home. I have a HUGE bowl of ice cream with my name on it."