While the rest of the team was getting together supplies for Daisy's delivery, Sniper and Spy were watching Sniper's favorite show on television. Sniper seemed to enjoy himself, laughing at every joke the characters made, while Spy was sitting there with a dull look on his face, less than impressed.

"What's wrong, mate," Sniper asked him, "You don't look like you're having a good time."

"That's because this is the most stupid and pointless television program I've ever laid eyes on," Spy answered.

"Aw, come on! It can't be that bad."

"Really? Then explain to me why an attractive female would make friends with a bunch of geeks that live next door. Seriously! How realistic is that?"

"Hey, you should already know a lot about friendship, considering what I found you watching a while back."

"I keep telling you! Scout dared me to do that! Didn't you see how horrified I was at such a show when you walked in?"

"Looked like you were smiling to me, mate."

"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt Dum-Dum Corner or nothing," said Scout, walking in to the room, "but could you guys take a break from your break and help us out here." Seeing as they didn't really have a choice, Sniper and Spy joined the other mercenaries in the living room, where Daisy was lying in a make-shift bed, breathing heavily and rhythmically.

"How is she coming along, doc," Engineer asked.

"Pretty well, actually," Medic responded, "just a little while longer and she'll be able to squeeze out the little ones."

"Uh, could you keep it less graphic, doc," asked Soldier, "There are kids here, you know."

"Hey, I ain't a kid," Scout protested.

"I know that," Soldier whispered, "I was talking about Heavy."

"What about me," asked Heavy in a slightly angry voice.

"Uh, nothing," Soldier lied, "Scout and I were just talking about how much we envy your large gun."

"Okay, then," Heavy replied, and went back to watching Medic help Daisy.

"How much we envy his gun," Scout whispered to Soldier, "Really?"

"I only said it to please him," Soldier said in defense, "For all we know, he could be compensating for something." At that moment, Daisy began to whine and scratch at the side of her bed.

"Here we go, everyone," said Medic standing up from Daisy's bed, "It appears the labor has finally paid off." But for some reason, Daisy decided the best thing to do while giving birth was to stand up and run down the hall yet again.

"Man," said Scout, "that dog is frickin' serious about getting exercise."

"How's about we stop joking and start running," said Engineer, and quickly started down the hall Daisy went through, the others following behind him. After searching for a while, the team found Daisy curled in Spy's bed, panting and drooling, much to Spy's horror.

"Get out of my bed, you disgusting mongrel," he shouted, "You're getting your birth fluids all over it!" Spy quickly turned and pointed at Medic.
"This is all your fault," he accused, "If you hadn't told us that the dog was pregnant, we wouldn't have this problem."

"I hardly believe any of this is my fault," Medic said in his defense, "It was Soldier that brought the dog to me."

"Hang on a second," protested Soldier, "Firstly, I didn't bring the dog to you, the dog ran to you itself. Second, if you're going to blame anyone, blame Scout and Heavy. They're the ones that brought her here in the first place."

"What were we supposed to do," Scout asked, "Leave her there?" The teammates quickly broke out into a large argument, with curses and threats flying alongside accusations. All the while, Daisy howled and cried as she prepared for her first puppy's arrival. Sniper noticed Daisy's howling, and quickly tried to calm the team down so they could watch her give birth.

"Everyone, shut up and look," Sniper shouted, grabbing the other mercs' attention, "here comes a pup!" The team watched as the first puppy slowly crawled out from underneath Daisy, who immediately began to lick it. The team couldn't help but smile as the mother and child began to bond.

"Is so tiny," Heavy noted out loud.

"Don't worry, Heavy," Engineer told him, "When they get older, they'll be as big as their momma."

"I don't know about any of you lads," said Demoman, "but I feel like I'm watching a miracle right now."

"This is a miracle, Demo," said Scout, "It's the miracle of birth." Medic noticed that Soldier was sniffling and scratching his eyes.

"Soldier," he asked, "Are you crying?"

"No," Soldier responded, "I just have allergies, and sometimes I get a little teary-eyed."

"Come on, fellas," said Sniper, "Let's give her a little privacy." The mercenaries exited the room, except for Spy, who knelt at the edge of his bed.

"Why did you pick my bed?"