Penny had never seen Billy's eyes so huge before. For a man that was used to doing the imposable, used to making the most outrageous machines to do said imposable things, used to talking horses and being beaten to a pulp once a week, it was really funny that he'd be astonished by something so… normal. Perhaps it was that he never thought this far, perhaps he was so used to the absurd that they had switched places. Whatever it was, if she wasn't so tired, Penny would have been laughing her eyes out.

Billy remembered the last time he had seen Penny this drenched in sweat and exhausted. It had been not long after he had been told the news. Billy instantly went house searching. He didn't want an apartment anymore, he wanted a real life, big, four bedroom house. It took him almost a month. But he managed to find one only about ten minutes away by car from their apartment. So they could still go to the same haunts, still be around their friends. And since it was exactly what Billy was looking for with their four bedrooms, they had everything they could want. True, it took a little longer to buy it than Billy had wanted it to. Because sure, the four of them had pooled their money and paid off the rest with a loan (in Penny's name)… but it took some convincing. Penny, Bait, and Moist wanted to know why they needed four rooms.

"Err, well…" Billy fiddled with the gift-disk, slowly wrapping it in bubble wrap before tucking it safely in the moving box. "Um, see. You and Bait need your room, Penny and I need ours. And we need a nursery." He nodded, mater-of-factly.

"And the fourth one?" Penny dropped a stack of empty boxes at their feet, tossing the hair that had slipped from her pony-tail back out of her face.

"Um… well."

"Spill it doctor boy." Bait stuffed the pillows from the sofa into a box marked "Fluffies."

"I need to put my lab stuff somewhere."

"WHAT?!" It was so collective Billy not only winced but wondered if they had known all along and had rehearsed it.

"You said you weren't going to do any more Horrible things." Moist reached for a lamp, which Bait rescued and wrapped in tissue.

"I won't! Geeze, you guys don't believe me, do you? I just like to tinker okay? And Penny, you keep telling me I should make stuff for 'the good of all mankind' so how am I do to that if I don't have a lab?"

"But our child! I won't have it in some science lab." Penny's eyes were so narrow it sent shivers down Billy's spine.

"It'll have a better door than this place does. Just wait and see, okay?"

So they had. And once they were at their destination (thank GOD for Pink Pummeler and his car) Penny had an idea. She took the three spray-paint guns Billy had worked on while their bid on the house was being processed, and spread them out. Then she handed out room assignments.

"Moist, you have yours and Bait's room. Bait, can you do the bathrooms? I'll work on the nursery." Then she handed buckets of paint and a roller to Billy. He looked at them, confused.

"You, sir, are doing the living room, the hallway, our room, the kitchen, and the front door. And your lab, if you want that done. If you get to have one room all to yourself, you're going to do some heavy lifting around here. There's the ladder and tarps, I suggest you get busy." She ignored the pouting he pulled and the three of them left him to figure out where to start.

Penny had to admit, the spray guns Billy had made were awesome. They had made short work of the primer paints and final coats. What Penny, Moist, and Bait spent most of their day on was the nursery. They had made it a soft green, with a garden floor border and just little cute baby things all over the place. As they didn't know yet if it was a boy or a girl, they wanted it pretty nondescript as to gender. By the time the sun was setting they were pretty pleased with what they had accomplished.

"I haven't heard from Doc all day." Moist was the first to break the silent 'no Billy talk' pact they had made. "He didn't come asking for help, or if we needed help, or anything."

"His pride is hurt honey, of course he won't come to us!" Bait was just a bit biased when it came to men.

"No, I agree with Moist. I'm a little worried about him. You disconnected the gas from the range, right?"

"YES! Who was the one that first found out that he was dangerous in the kitchen?"

"You Moist." The girls chorus, rolling their eyes. Cleaning up their mess they joked around, bickering out of fun for who should go down to Chang's and pick up dinner. Covered in green and blue and yellow and white the three headed into the hall, where the first thing they noticed was the dried coat of mild blue. On into the living room, where painters tape and plastic covered any surface that wasn't still-slightly-wet tan. Penny ducked into her room, finding the place a lovely pink and white, with the tape and tarps off the walls and floor and neatly folded in a corner. Slightly confused and in awe, the trio put their head in the kitchen. There was Billy, half the room painted, covered from head to toe in white paint, roller in the tray, leaning on the long handle, fast asleep. The room was primed, and getting its glossy white coat… it was about half way around the room before he had nodded off.

Shaking him softly, Penny whipped the sweat of her forehead, grinning at her man. "Billy?"

Jerking awake, the man dropped the roller and whipped around, trying to figure out where he was.

"Billy! Billy, hun, calm down, it's okay."

"Huh, what?"

"You did all this?"

"All what?" Penny shook her head. It was time for him to go to bed.

"You did all of these rooms! You did a great job."

"You told me I had to so I could have my lab." His eyes were drooping. Moist nodded at the look Penny gave him, digging through the boxes to find a towel and blanket. Penny steered the mad scientist to the bathroom, helping him pull of his beyond-saving shirt and pants off.

"Guess what. You did such a good job; you'll be the first one to take a shower in our new house. Then we'll go to sleep, okay?"

"Take one with me?" He was leaning on her, murmuring against her neck. Moist handed them towels and their PJ's, catching Billy's question.

"Go on, we'll take one after you two go to bed."

"Thanks." Penny smiled, watching as the very colorful couple headed into the kitchen to unpack the food they had bought for the day.

They had such a beautiful house, and such a mix-matched family that was just as beautiful. Now, Billy realized, they were going to have another member. His eyes moved from the green of his wife's to the brown of the doctor's.

"Go on, it's alright." Penny's voice filled his ears, giving him a little more confidence. Billy held out his arms, distracted for only a second at the glimpse of gold on his left hand. He'd never take that small band of gold for granted, never. Attention back on what he was doing, he felt weight put into his arms, instantly shifting his stance and how he was holding the bundle. The nurse commented on how quick he was; she hadn't had to tell him how to hold it. Sitting on the edge of his wife's bed, he kissed Penny deeply, grinning as he held his child up to her inspection.

"Hey Samantha." He spoke softly. They had agreed that if it was a girl, it'd be Samantha. And if it was a boy, it'd be Samuel. Penny always liked the name Sam. "This is your mamma. And I'm your daddy." Penny had tears rolling how her cheeks as he greeted his daughter. How had life gotten so complicated so quickly?

"And you know what?" Billy kept talking. He liked to talk, to be heard. "You're going to be just as beautiful as she is. And you know what's funny about that? I've been watching your mom for years, and I've never seen her more beautiful than she is now." Covered in sweat, pale and exhausted, chubby from gaining weight during the last nine months, and dressed in a very unflattering hospital gown. Sure, sure she was beautiful. Penny rolled her eyes, nudging his arm before reaching out for her daughter.

"She has your hair." Billy's fingers touched Penny's tangled curls, mentally wincing at the feel of sweat and oil that coated it. It had been a long day. "Copper, it's going to be so stunning when she gets a full head of it."

"And I hope to heaven above that she keeps those eyes." Penny was starting to nod off, but she had stroked Sam's face, catching a sliver of blueish silver.

"She won't, green's stronger. They'll change as she gets older."

"Don't say that, a mother can always hope."

"Penny?"

"Hmm?" She was so close to sleep, Billy lifted Sam out of her arms so she could get her rest.

"You did a great job, you're going to be a wonderful mother."

"I'm proud of you for not passing out." She returned, causing him to blush.

"I'll let you believe that then. Sleep well Penny, we'll be here when you wake up, okay."

Before the sentence was done, she was fast asleep. Billy smiled, holding Samantha close to his chest before the nurse came up and took her away for the night. A father, he was a father!