Scotty gets up from the couch. He's spent so many hours on it, his legs feels like al dente spaghetti under him. He chuckles at his own joke and opens the door, on which it's knocking.

"Nora! Welcome, come in. You want some coffee?"

"No no, I just came by to drop this off." She hands him a small envelope.

"What is it?" Scotty asks.

"It's a letter of recommendation. For your adoption."

Scotty tries to break in, but she doesn't let him.

"No," she waves him quiet. "I understand that you were afraid to tell me, I can be a bit too much, but I don't understand why you just told Kitty and not the others. So I did."

"Kitty? Others?" Scotty is stunned.

"Yes, Sarah, Justin, Rebecca, Tommy, Julia…"

"You told them that Kevin and I…?" Scotty's voice trails off.

"Oh sweetie, I didn't know you didn't want to me to tell them. They're all very excited for you. And we would all love to contribute, so here's my letter. They will give you theirs as soon as possible."

Nora's phone rings and she picks it up, gesturing just a moment to Scotty. She talks to someone and backs in direction of the door.

"I'll be there in just a minute." She says. "I have to run, Scotty. I'll see you later."

Before Scotty has time to comprehend what just happened, let alone catch Nora, she's long gone. He just stands there, legs shaking more than before.

--

"Hello, brother." Sarah greets Kevin as she walks into his office. "Ready for lunch?" Sarah leans over the desk to look at Kevin's computer screen.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He pushes her back.

"Nothing." She sits down in the visitor's chair. "Mom called."

"What now? Nuclear bomb attach?" Kevin is still focused on his screen.

"No, no." Sarah says casually. "She told me a little secret, though." Sarah teases.

"What?" Kevin looks up.

"I'll give you a clue." Sarah nods and shifts in the chair. "It's small, but big, it's expensive, but worth it, it's her grand child, and it's you all covered in purée."

Kevin wrinkles his nose in confusion. Is Sarah pregnant? No, she's not having sex. Justin? No. He may be kind of sloppy, but he's not stupid. Tommy and Julia? Not a chance. And Kitty's legal work for adoption wasn't even ready, so no.

So it hits him.

"What?!" He stands up, causing a pen to fall to the floor.

"I don't know what I'm most insulted by. You ask Kitty for a letter of recommendation, but not me, nor mom, or that you don't even tell me." Sarah seems genuinely concerned.

"I am not having a baby." Kevin says defensively.

"No?" Sarah says surprised. "You sure?"

"Yeah, not unless Scotty neglected to tell me he has a uterus and… stuff, then no."

"So why did mom think…?" Sarah asks.

"Who knows? She has too much time on her hands, she should really get a hobb…" Kevin cuts himself off. "She didn't."

"What?" Sarah asks, urging him to explain.

"I left an envelope, no, an enclosed envelope, at her place to give to Kitty. Apparently they filled in wrong in the first ones and Kitty is too much of a conservative to use Wite-out. Mom must have opened it and thought it was mine and Scotty's."

"And you didn't see that one coming?"

Kevin just nods. He really should've. He gets up to fetch his jacket and Sarah walks in front of him towards the door. Just as she is about to exit, she turns around.

"Oh, and, you might want to clarify this to everyone. I might have told like, everyone we know." She then quickly turns around and walks out.

--

It takes four rings until Kitty answers her cell phone.

She sees it's Kevin.

"Hello."

"Why did you not tell mom it's your papers?" He sounds accusing.

"She didn't bring it up. Sarah told me."

"And you didn't tell Sarah?"

"This is more fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah? Thanks to you I just received a call from our dear mother where she wanted to discuss choices for kindergartens with me, and I had to spend two hours telling her that we are not getting a child, and how it's not because of random homophobia, and it's not her fault. Stop laughing!"

"Oh, come on Kevin, she cares. And she still wants to name my baby Alulah."

"Alulah? Whatever, Scotty received her letter of recommendation, or as I would like to call it, an eighteen page, front and back, rant of family values and cute stories from my childhood, which by the way, it either Tommy or made up."

"Tommy thinks I should name my child after him."

"I hate you, have to go."

"I hate you too, Kev. And thanks for the papers."

"Whatever. See you tomorrow."

--

"Was that Kitty?" Scotty hands Kevin a cold beer and sits down on the couch with his own.

"Yeah." Kevin says tiredly and sinks down next to him. "This whole thing was… weird."

"I know." Scotty laughs and glances at the letter from Nora, still laying on the coffee table. "I think it's still nice to know they'll be this supportive when we actually do…" Scotty interrupts himself, afraid he'll freak Kevin out by insinuating they will ever get a child. "I didn't mean to…"

"Yeah, us." Kevin smiles at him and understands why he stopped talking. "I think we'll be there one day."

"Yeah?" Scotty says, carefully.

"One day, in a decade or two." Kevin chuckles, and Scotty smiles. "You know, it's just nice being us, alone. We need that, I think. I need that."

Scotty leans over and kisses Kevin on the cheek, but pulls back.

"You need to shave."

Kevin feels his cheek with one hand.

"If I do, will you kiss me again? Properly?" Kevin teases.

"Only if we never name our baby Alulah."