Nick and Molly were up early so they could grab a quick breakfast before they hit the road for the drive back to Portland. Molly hadn't said much the entire morning, but Nick did notice her pale complexion so he figured she might be nauseous. About an hour into the drive home, Nick finally glanced over at her and grabbed her hand, "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

"Yeah," Molly answered, "Just a lot on my mind."

"Well, just let me know if you need me to pull over," Molly looked at him in confusion, "Because of the nausea."

"Oh no, it's not that. The nausea isn't that bad. Yet," Molly admitted, "Just…we're about to become parents Nick. There's a little Nick or a little Molly growing inside of me right now. It's a little scary."

"I know," Nick affirmed, "It's scary for me too."

"I mean, I know we talked about children, but it's all happening so fast. We've only been married for a year as of yesterday. Do you really think we're ready for it?" she asked, turning to face him.

Nick took a deep breath and rubbed her hand with his thumb, "Well ready or not, I guess we have no choice, now do we?" he chuckled lightly and Molly smiled as well, "I mean, I know we dated for about a year before we got engaged but then we planned a wedding in six weeks. Now we have about eight months to prepare depending on how far along you are. We'll be fine," he paused, "Mommy."

Molly couldn't help but smile, "I guess I need to schedule an ultrasound soon. Do you have any events booked this upcoming week?"

Nick thought about it, "No, any day is fine with me."

"I'll also have to tell Daniel that I obviously can't do intense boot camp classes and I'll have to scale back my time at work. And we should probably tell my sister and Rennie along with Brendan and Elizabeth, but I want to make sure everything is going smoothly first."

Molly Dyson, ever the practical one, "Well, we won't tell anyone until you're ready," said Nick, "Within reason, because eventually everyone is going to find out," he joked.

Molly smacked his arm jokingly, "Nicholas Dyson!"

Nick chuckled and went back to focusing on the road. When they arrived back home in Portland, Molly immediately began researching OB/GYNs near them. Nick sat down next to her and laid a hand on her shoulder, "Molly, would you please promise me one thing?"

"Of course," she responded, not even bothering to look up from the screen.

Nick closed the laptop, forcing her to look at him, "Please try to enjoy the experience, well, as much as you can. And please don't overdo it, okay?"

"I promise," said Molly.

"Good," Nick kissed her, "So I was thinking, that maybe for dinner tonight, since we didn't have time to do a nice sit down dinner yesterday, I could take you out for a nice steak dinner, baked potato, and even encourage you to splurge for a rich dessert," Nick was salivating at the prospect; Molly, however, not so much. Nick quickly noticed her turning green, "Molly, are you?"

Before Nick could finish the question, Molly ran to the downstairs bathroom and promptly began expelling what she had eaten for breakfast. Nick mentally smacked himself for suggesting such an extravagant dinner. The morning sickness was probably going to be getting worse over the next few weeks. Once Molly came out of the bathroom, Nick said, "That probably isn't a smart plan."

"No, it isn't," she returned to her seat next to him.

"How about we stay home and I make you some chicken noodle soup and toast instead?" he grinned.

"Sound like a better plan," she smirked at him.

Molly scheduled a prenatal check-up and ultrasound with Dr. Melissa Thompson at Providence Portland Medical Center for that Friday morning. Once the day arrived, Molly and Nick were both nervous as to whether or not the baby was healthy and how long they had until baby Dyson arrived. They read through every crappy magazine in the lobby and half-heartedly watched the news on in the background. Finally, Nick grabbed Molly's hand and asked, "Is everything alright?"

Molly took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah, I just need to know the baby is okay and then I'll be fine. I mean, I'm in my mid-thirties and you're in your early forties so…"

Nick nodded, understanding her reasoning. The possibility of miscarriage, complications, and birth defects increased with age.

"Molly Dyson!" the receptionist called cheerily.

Nick and Molly stood hand in hand and Molly took the paperwork, "Thank you," she said softly.

"Good luck, Mrs. Dyson," she called.

One of the nurses checked Molly's vitals and the couple waited a bit before Dr. Thompson entered the room, "Molly Dyson?" she checked to make sure she had the right patient.

"That's me," Molly answered nervously.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Thompson, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Dyson," she shook her hand politely.

"Oh, please, call me Molly," she said.

"Alright Molly," Dr. Thompson nodded.

"Hi, I'm Nick, I'm Molly's husband," Nick shook her hand as well.

"Nice to meet you, Nick," said Dr. Thompson, "Well, I'm going to give you some information and then I'll perform an ultrasound to check and see how far along you are, determine your due date, and make sure everything is as it should be, okay?" Nick and Molly nodded, "Alright Molly, have you been experiencing any nausea or vomiting?"

"Yes," Molly confirmed, "But surprisingly I'm most nauseous and usually vomit right before bedtime and not in the morning."

"Well the term 'morning sickness' is a misnomer. It can strike at any time of the day or night and eating dinner might possibly be a contributing factor to late night vomiting, so try to eat lighter and bland meals you're more likely to keep down," informed the doctor, "Frequent urination?"

"Yes, I swear I live in the bathroom now, between that and the morning sickness," said Molly.

"Both perfectly normal" assured Dr. Thompson, "How about tender breasts?"

Molly's eyes widened and she looked over at Nick, though his face stayed neutral, "Yes," she answered sheepishly, "Our first anniversary was on Sunday and let's just say that area was…sensitive to put it mildly."

"And fatigue?"

"I feel pretty wiped out," admitted Molly, "I've been barely getting through my bridal boot camp classes at the gym I work at."

"Wait a minute? Bridal boot camp classes like the ones they offer over at Counter Fit?" asked Dr. Thompson.

"Yes, I run them," said Molly.

"Oh I didn't realize your maiden name was White. My sister took your classes a few years ago," said Dr. Thompson happily, "She said your advice is really helping in her marriage."

"Well, that's great to hear," said Molly.

"Well, I'm going to go get the ultrasound machine and we can get started in just a few moments," she said.

Dr. Thompson returned with the machine and Molly hiked up her t-shirt and pulled her shorts down slightly lower. Dr. Thompson squirted the gel onto Molly's abdomen and maneuvered the probe, searching for the little life inside of her. A small smile formed on the doctor's lips when she found it, but then she said, "Oh my."

Molly's eyes widened, "What? Is something wrong?" she glanced over at Nick in concern and worry mirrored back at her. He grabbed her hand and rubbed it soothingly. Was her worst fear coming true?

"Was this pregnancy a surprise?" asked Dr. Thompson.

"Well," Molly started, "Nick and I wanted to wait until we were married a year before trying for a baby and we just celebrated our one year wedding anniversary on Sunday. We weren't exactly trying at this point, so I guess it is a surprise. We're both older but we decided we'd be happy with just one child, so we figured it would be safe to wait a bit."

Dr. Thompson bit her lip and held in her amusement when Molly mentioned the fact that they wanted only one child. Molly and Nick scowled. What in the world was going on? Dr. Thompson moved the probe around for a few more moments and placed it back in it's holder before she chuckled and turned to the expectant couple, "Well, it looks like you won't have to rush for a second baby if you get baby fever again because you're starting out with two."

"WHAT?" asked Nick and Molly in stereo.

"Congratulations! You're having twins!"