Maryanne would often pack up the girls and go to Cybill's. She'd usually place the girls in bouncy seats that were kept at her friend's house. Marie went with her because she enjoyed hanging out with Cybill, and Maryanne couldn't drive.

"Maryanne, you should at least let me carry two of them so you only have one to carry," Marie scolded as they entered Cybill's house.

"I'm fine, ma," Maryanne said.

"Maryanne," Cybill walked into the living room, "you're seven months pregnant. You shouldn't be carrying two car seats."

"What do you suggest I do? Drive the car into the house so I can take them out one at a time."

"You drove here?!"

"No, I'm just giving you an example."

"You could call me from your cell and ask for help," Cybill said taking one of the car seats. She turned back to her friend, "and please don't drive your car into my house."

Maryanne just smiled at her best friend as they walked to where the television was.

"Here, we'll put the girls in their bouncy seats. I know you can't really bend over," Marie told her daughter.

"Thank you," Maryanne placed Mila's car seat on the floor and waddled over to the couch with her hands on her lower back. She hesitated to sit, not entirely sure she could. Marie noticed and walked over to help her daughter.

"Here, dear, let me help you," Marie said taking her daughter's arm and helping her to lower herself onto the couch.

Once the girls were in their seats, Marie and Cybill joined Maryanne. "You know what I realized?" Maryanne asked Cybill.

"That it's been over a year since we plotted any mayhem for Dr. Dick."

"Exactly, and he hasn't done anything to me."

"Do you miss it?"

"A little, now that I remember. I've been so busy that I haven't even thought of Dick."

"What are you two talking about?" Marie asked.

"You know how Dick cheated on me...a lot, and then left me?"

"Yes, I could have killed him."

"Well, I decided after he left that I would prolong his suffering. I stalked and mildly tortured him."

"Was it mild when you hung him over that power line?"

"Hey, you did it to your director too. It's not my fault they couldn't hold on."

"Yeah, they really were weak."

"Oh, what about the time I called the FBI to tell them he was the Unabomber?"

"That was really funny. Hey, what did you end up doing with your wine?"

"Richard decided to toss it because it made him nervous."

"Wait, you let him toss out all of your wine?"

"It's not really a big deal. Now that I have little ones I don't want to risk it."

"That's smart," Cybill said.

"Hey, remember when we put that cheese in his air ducts, or when I befriended his new girlfriend to stalk him better?"

"When you planted his face in his wedding cake."

"You did all of this?" Marie asked.

"Oh, we did so much more. Every time I did something, Dick would retaliate and vice versa."

"Is this why your father keeps telling everyone to watch their step around you?"

Maryanne and Cybill laughed, "yeah," Maryanne answered, "He loved to hear about what I did to Dick. He told me that he would bail me out anytime if I needed it. I never did."

"That rat bastard deserves everything he gets," Marie said making Maryanne and Cybill laugh. "What?"

"That's what we call him," Cybill said.

"Hey, what if you took over for me?" Maryanne asked her mother.

"I know the best way to torture him and I'd only have to do it once. Plus, it wouldn't be a crime," Marie said.

"That's no fun. What's that?" Maryanne asked.

"Get his mother to move in with him. That'll be long term torture. Maryanne, can I borrow your cell?"

"Sure, why?" Maryanne asked her mother.

"I'm calling Mother Dick." Cybill and Maryanne smiled in shock. After a pleasant conversation, Marie hung up the phone and handed it back to her daughter, "it's all set. She's not even going to ask. She's just going to move in. Oh, Maryanne, she asked if you could give her a key."

"Sure, I made a ton of copies."

"How did you get his key?" Cybill asked.

"I broke into his house one night, took the key, and made a copy at home."

"Of course," Cybill said, "I should have known that."

"I also found out that Justin told Dick to leave you alone after you became pregnant with the girls. He told Dick that whatever you did to him, he could do something ten times worse," Marie said.

"Awwww, how sweet," Maryanne said, "I should get him something to thank him and tell him how proud of him I am. Do you think he'd like an island?"

"No, but I could use one," Cybill said.

"Me too," Marie agreed, "just don't tell your father where it is."

Maryanne was still having trouble in her eighth month, and the doctor was even considering inducing her. Maryanne could barely walk around her house and always need someone when she was about to stand or walk. She was nervous about fainting. She did try to use her wheelchair as much as possible. Once she reached thirty-four weeks, the doctor decided to induce Maryanne. Her blood pressure wasn't improving and it was becoming dangerous for the babies now too. Maryanne asked her mother to stay with her in the delivery room. Marie walked into the waiting room with a grim look on her face. "They were both boys."

"What do you mean 'were'?" Amy asked.

"I guess they found out last month that one of the boys died from a heart defect. The other died recently when his umbilical got twisted and deprived him of oxygen."

"How's mom?" Justin asked.

"The doctor gave her a sedative. She's going to be out for a while."

"How's Richard?" Frank asked.

"He's staying strong for her. We should all go home. There's nothing we can do here today." Everyone left because Marie of all people suggested it. To them, that meant that they really should leave.

"Richard," Maryanne whispered her husband's name, "I have to confess something. I told Cybill two months ago that I couldn't do this and have five children under the age of two. Now, I won't and now you won't have a son."

"Maryanne, honey, I am perfectly happy with you, Justin, and our three baby girls. It will take some time for both of us to move past this, but we are going to get through this together. I'm not going anywhere and I told you that I won't let you drown. The doctor has already prescribed something for you. I know it doesn't look like it now, but we will get through this."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Richard helped his wife through their front door, "you okay?"

"Yeah, can I sit on the couch for now?"

"Sure," Richard helped his wife settle on the couch before taking a seat next to her. "How are you doing?"

"Well, not buying anything or decorating a nursery is probably going to be helpful. I'm still sad, and how are you?"

"Same and I think we're both going to be sad for a while." Richard and Maryanne made a pact to check in with each other several times a day. To ask how the other was doing and what they were feeling. They want to make sure that neither holds anything in and they both release any emotions about the loss of their boys. They had decided to bury their sons with the names Gabriel Angelo and Micha Yael. Both were names that had angelic and heavenly meanings. Marie and Frank stayed for a couple of weeks before heading back home.