"Oh, okay. That makes a lot of sense."

"None of this makes sense, Brad," she growls.

"Wait, what do you mean two babies? As in twins?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He is silent for a few moments as he once again examines the picture she's given him. He runs his fingers through his hair, and leans back on his couch.

"Sue are you telling me that we did something that resulted in the two of us on the path to becoming parents, together?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure."

"I really got caught up I the whole princess thing, didn't I?"

"Yep."

"Why didn't you stop me?"

Sue shakes her head, "I don't think I wanted to. I guess I got really swept up in the moment too."

"We're going to be parents?"

"Yes, just to be clear we are not pulling a Parent Trap."

"Of course not. That is utterly traumatizing to everyone involved."

"Why aren't you freaking out?"

He tilts his head, "I don't know. I guess because it's kind of a relief. I have always envisioned having a family. I know that this situation isn't ideal, but who wouldn't want to have a little family with their best friend? How many kids can honestly say that their parents are best friends, and that they were conceived out of love?"

"How is all of this going to work? You just met the guy of your dreams on the way home from Branson."

"We will figure it all out."

"Brad this is utterly terrifying."

"We should probably break out in song to make us feel better," he suggests.

"Brad, I just had a horrible thought."

"What if our kids are star athletes, and we struggle to connect with them on their interests?"

"It's like you're reading my mind," she nods.

"Well, Sue, the way I see it regardless of our understanding of organized sports we share levels of enthusiasm that the other parents will find impossible to match."

"You're right."

"Sue?"

"Yes?"

"I get the sense that the prudent thing to do here is keep this to ourselves for a little while. I think we both probably need to process what this means for the trajectory of our lives."

"I agree. I mean I did tell my parents, but that was out of necessity more than anything. You could tell your parents if you want."

Brad vehemently shakes his head, "No. Once my dad finds out it is all over. Where do you think I learned to gossip, Sue? That man has never kept a secret in his entire life. He will be so excited he will tell random strangers at the grocery store who are avoiding eye contact."

"I think we both know my parents are not into socializing, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"You know, Sue, I think this news is cause for celebration."

"I did buy some sparkling cider as a housewarming gift to myself. We could crack it open, and make some popcorn."

"I was digging around in my parents basement looking for an abandoned extension cord when I stumbled across a box of old DVD's, and a DVD player."

"Anything of interest?"

"A whole series of Olsen twins movies."

"Sue, it is quite possible that this might be the best day ever."

"You know I was sitting in my room alone earlier, crying my eyes out. Things are certainly turning around though."

July 4th,

Sue is lying on her bed trying to convince her shorts to button when she hears footsteps moving towards her. Brad materializes next to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Would it be so much to ask to have clothes that fit?"

"First of all, you have been attempting to hide what's going on here for months. I am beginning to think you're ashamed of this whole situation."

"I just don't want to look like a beached whale."

He smiles at her, and holds out a shopping bag. "I know that you are feeling self-conscious these days. We have a big day ahead of us. At the very least you should be comfortable."

Sue reaches into the bag, and pulls out a pair of maternity shorts. She begins to blubber as she sits up on the bed. Brad takes a seat next to her. He hugs her to his side.

"Listen, I know that all of this is a lot to cope with. One minute you're carefree, and then in the blink of an eye your organs are expanding so rapidly your buttons quit on you. Sue, you are having a couple of babies. Your body is going to change, and it is beautiful no matter what."

"I swear three days ago I was able to put on these shorts."

"Remember our conversation yesterday?"

"When I called you a six o'clock in the morning because I woke up to go to work, and I popped?"

"Yes."

"And you told me that even if I don't like the way I feel it is okay to feel that way?"

"Yep."

Sue groans, "Why would my mom want to have a neighborhood barbecue on the hottest day of the year?"

"I think your dad was trying to find an excuse to show off his new smoker."

"Who needs smoked meat?"

"You love smoked meat."

"Excuse me for not wanting to sit outside in a hundred degree heat while baking two extra human beings in order to eat smoked meat in front of the entire neighborhood who will all be staring at me."

"How much longer do you really think that you can keep this a secret? You can't wear a hoodie every time you leave the house."

"Will you tell everyone this is all your fault?"

"Sue, I dropped off deviled eggs at your parents on the way over here. Your mom got a fancy new blender, and she had already made a pitcher of margaritas, and was working on daiquiris. I will say whatever you want me to say to get back over there, and get my drink on."

She grimaces, and groans as she switches into the new shorts.

"Are those better?"

She looks down at her hooded sweatshirt.

"I'm not sure this ensemble is ready to be seen."

Brad reaches into another bag, and pulls out a shirt. Sue reluctantly slips on the chunky strapped tank top with and empire waist.

"You look adorable."

"And obviously pregnant."

"Or you could just have eaten too many hotdogs."

"Your hotdog got us into this mess in the first place."

"And next summer when we have to perfect little nuggets you will no longer being harboring resentment on the subject."