We returned home with the unexpected surprise of Mrs. Bowie's new puppies. None of them had opened their eyes and they kept making adorable squealing noises. It made me cry a little because I didn't get to witness the birth of Great Danes.

Once we got home, Austin got out first. He said, "Ally, take Mrs. Bowie in and I'll get the puppies."

I took Mrs. Bowie to her corner in the laundry with a few towels. One by one Austin brought in a puppy and laid them in between Mrs. Bowie.

At last, Austin brought the last one. They were seven of them.

"Seven," I said to Austin. "Four boys and three girls. How the hell was she pregnant the entire time?"

"Remember when Dez brought David Bowie over because he and Mrs. Bowie were lonely," he asked. "They must've been really lonely."

"Well now they have seven newborns. Austin, what are we gonna do? We can't keep them."

"I know, sweetie. Just…we should keep for awhile until they're mature enough. I mean we can't give away her newborn puppies. Mrs. Bowie will kill us."

"Yeah. Well let's name these puppies."

"Ladies first."

I picked up this one who was dark grey with baby blue eyes. She was a bit chunky and looked like a troublemaker.

"This will be Joan Jett," said Austin.

"Joan Jett?"

"What? Since the parents are David and Mrs. Bowie, we can name their kids after rock 'n roll legends."

"Okay, Joan Jett." After I put her down, I picked up the big pure white one. She was very shaky and gentle. "She looks like Sheila E. The other one should be…Stevie Nicks." Stevie was the light brown pudgy one with the oversized paws.

"Okay, there's your daughters, Mrs. Bowie," said Austin. "There's Sheila, Stevie, and Joan. Now your sons. This little guy will be…Mick Jagger." He picked up the little one whose fur was the color of dark chocolate.

I grabbed the other white one who was very quiet but moving. "This is Led Zepplin."

A loud one with grey fur and white spots in Austin's hands kept squirming. "Say hello to Gene Simmons."

The last one looked exactly like David Bowie. "And here is David Jr. He looks just like his dad."

"Okay, let me get a count. David J., Sheila, and Stevie, Mick, Led, and, Joan, and Gene. I wish we could've named our kids that."

"That's why we're so perfect for each other."

One thin I hated about this entire thing is that Mrs. Bowie is the luckiest girl dog in the world. She gets to have all the newborn pups in the world and I can't.

Early in the morning, we invited Dez and Rosie over to bring David to see his kids.

Once David came, he immediately laid down next to his Mrs. Bowie and kids.

"Aww," said Rosie. "They are so adorable."

"Rosie…I hate it." I blurted out.

"Hate what?"

"That every woman in the world even Mrs. Bowie…can have kids and I can't."

"Alls, didn't we talk about this? We know you can't have babies because of your Fallopian tubes."

"I know. I could never give Austin our actual children."

"But you already have actual children. What are you saying, Ally? You want another kid?"

"No. I don't know. Maybe."

"Another kid? Ally, you already have three monsters at home and adding another home will make it worse."

"I know, but I really want a kid that is actually mine."

"How about this? What if…I carry your baby?"

"What?" Did Rose say what I think she said?

"Think about it. Austin could give his sperm injected into my vagina and use my egg. That way the baby could be half Moon and half Dawson since we're first cousins."

"Really? Rosie, you would do that?"

"Sure. I mean I'm not that old and I still produce milk."

"I don't know, Rose. Won't you be upset since it's your baby?"

"Alls, I will be known as Aunt Rosie who offered to carry him or her. He or she is my niece or nephew. Besides, I already have a son and a daughter. They're all I need."

"Okay, let's go have a baby."

What did I agreed to? Rosie wants to carry my baby? I don't think it's a good idea.

Austin was in the kitchen babying Mrs. Bowie's pups. I said to him, "Austin, we have a really big problem."

"Yeah, babe?"

"I wanted another kid and Rosie wants to carry it."

"Wait, what?"

"Rosie offers to use her egg to make a baby with your sperm so we can make a baby who is half Moon and half Dawson."

"Ally, you really want to do that?"

"Hell no!"

"Why did you say yes?"

"She agreed to it and I don't like that it'll be hers and yours instead of mine. How is the baby suppose to live knowing that her or his aunt is her or his mom? Calling her Aunt Mommy?"

"What are we gonna tell her?"

"I don't know, but we have to figure it out soon 'cause Rosie is already looking for her pregnancy pants in their attic."

"Attic? They don't even have an attic."

Rosie walked over to Dez in the living room and whispers, "Dez, we have a problem."

"What is it?"

"Ally wants to have a baby and I agreed to carry it."

"What? Pumpkin Bear, why did you do that?"

"I don't know! I saw how happy she was and I just wanted to do it to make her happy."

"Do you want it?"

"Hell no! Gavin and Jean already messed up my body and I'm using my egg with Austin's sperm."

"What?!"

"Dez, calm down. It's a—"

"I don't care! Any guy can make you laugh and kiss you, but they are not allowed to take you to bed."

"Dez!"

"Well?"

"Dez, that would mean that it's my kid and I cannot give my child away to anyone else."

"It would break Ally forever."

"It just did." I said aloud.

They turned back and found Austin and I at the door.

"Ally—" Dez gasped.

I cut him off. "No, i-it's fine. Austin and I discussed this too. We don't want to do this either."

"Really?" sighed Rosie.

"Yes, but Rosie, thank you for the suggestion. I really appreciate that you would do that for me."

"Ally, I would do anything for you. But I can't carry your child."

"So what now?" asked Austin curious about what will happen next. "You really want another kid, Alls?"

"I do. We can do what we always do: adopt."