Emily sat at a table across from her in-laws and wasn't sure how to feel. Mike's parents had asked her and Mike to dinner to catch up on the latest events since they had last seen each other and Emily and Mike had some big and exciting news to share, but it seemed the twins weren't as excited as Emily. Her morning sickness was coming back and all the smells in the restaurant were overwhelming her nose. Fortunately, Mike always had a huge appetite and even after eating his meal he still managed to help her clear her plate off.

The big announcement would wait until dessert, which had been ordered and was on the way. Emily had decided to let Mike share the news with his parents so there was no pressure on her to get the news right, but this would be the start of everything – the worried in-laws who wanted to spoil their grandchildren rotten, then would come the worried parents, who were thrilled she was pregnant, but they would fuss over the babies and Emily constantly. Mike would start stressing out too and would go overboard to make sure Emily was taking care of herself. Then came the other Samurai, who were just as worry-prone, possible more, as Emily's family. It would be a lot to handle, and Emily could almost feel her personal space disappearing. It was no wonder Mike was claustrophobic. It was a horrible feeling.

As the desserts came to the table, Mike reached over and took Emily's hand and smiled brightly at his parents. No one could ignore how Mike's face lit up.

"The freedom of starting your own life is amazing, isn't it?" David asked his son, "It must be a thousand times better knowing there is no pressure for the future. There will be no more need to train the next generation, your own child, to face the fierce…"

"That's actually why I'm happy, dad," Mike had his worries about the twins, but his joy had been obvious from the start. He was thrilled to be a father and even more excited to share the news with his parents, "There is no pressure, but sometimes things just happen and…"

"You're pregnant?" Carmen turned to Emily and then back to Mike. There was a mixture of excitement and fear on her face. She would never forget her first grandchild and the horror she had gone through. Not only had the pregnancy been announced to her in an email, but so had the miscarriage. Their first grandchild had never gotten a chance at life, and Carmen had been devastated by it. She had moved on, but she still had her worries.

Mike was all smiles as he confirmed it, "Yes, mom, we're pregnant."

"We…" Emily huffed and rolled her eyes, "You're not the one throwing up every other hour."

Carmen let out a little sigh, which Emily caught and wasn't too happy to hear, "Don't tell me morning sickness is genetic. Was Mike like this too? It's not going to last the entire time, is it?"

Carmen chuckled and shook her head, "No, not like that. Mike was an angel…"

"Until he was born," David teased his son.

Carmen gave Emily a smile, "Some people think a lot of morning sickness is a good sign, and after what happened last time…"

"Everything's going to be fine," Mike said with certainty, "but there is something you guys need to know. And it's really important."

"What is it?" David asked, "Whatever you need, we're ready to help. If you need advice or babysitting or…"

"Would we have to pay you double?" Mike smirked. At first neither of his parents understood. They never once thought of getting paid to babysit their grandchild. Eventually, David did catch on when a little smirk from his son gave him the clue he needed. His jaw hit the table.

"Wait, are you saying…?"

"Twins," Mike nodded. His mother grew instantly excited, then nervous, and then excited again, and screeched happily as she got up and ran around the table to hug her son and daughter in-law. Mike grumbled and looked around the room, seeing all eyes were on his table. "Mom…"

-Samurai-

"When is she going to be back?" Mia asked Serena over the phone as she paced back and forth in her kitchen. The wedding plans were coming along, but Mia was starting to get to the phase where she would need a maid of honour. It had been something of a toss-up between Serena and Emily since the moment Mia had been engaged, but Mia had made her decision and refused to change.

No matter how many times Serena told Mia Emily was out for the night.

"What do you mean you don't know… look, just have her call me when she… you know?"

"You say that every time you call," Riley groaned as she slurped up her pasta, earning her a disapproving stare from her father.

"Just… let her know I need her," Mia said before hanging up and turning back to the table. She saw Kevin was trying to hold back his laugh, "What?"

"Does it have to be Emily? You haven't told her yet so I'm sure you're allowed to change her mind."

"Maid of honour is typically the sister or the best friend of the bride. Emily is both of those."

"Is Auntie Emily really your sister?" Riley asked skeptically, "You don't look the same."

"She's as much my sister as you are my daughter."

"Is she adopted too?"

"Just eat your pasta, Riley."

Riley shrugged her shoulders and decided to drop the conversation before she had to hear another it's complicated. Her parents always resorted to that answer when they couldn't come up with something to tell her.

Mia groaned and turned to Kevin, "Apparently Emily and Mike are at dinner with Mike's parents."

"Call her cell," Kevin shrugged, "I'm sure they won't mind. It's big news."

"I've tried that. Her cell is turned off. Mike's too."

"Serena probably knows Mike's parents' numbers then. Have you asked her to pass on a message or…"

"She said the dinner was important."

"More important than telling Emily you chose her as your victim…? I mean maid of honour."

Mia glared at Kevin, "According to Serena, yes. She says whatever I have to say can wait until tomorrow. She said tomorrow afternoon. She doesn't want my phone call to wake Emily up."

"Why don't you just go tell her in person? Take Riley with you. I'm sure she would love a play date with Terran."

"No one's allowed at the house."

"Why?"

Mia shrugged her shoulders, "Serena wouldn't say. You know, she has been acting a little weird. When Riley and I were out buying shoes, we saw them at the store."

"They were buying two of everything!" Riley nodded her head.

"Serena said a teacher at school was expecting and she was buying the gifts for the baby shower."

"What's a baby shower?" Riley asked.

"A party for a baby."

"When am I having my party?"

"This weekend," Mia said and turned back to Kevin, "Emily did look really uncomfortable, though."

"You can't have kids," Kevin shrugged. He saw Riley was done with her meal so he grabbed her plate and his own and walked to the sink, "She might be trying to tread lightly."

"I can't have kids, but I know other women still can. Why would I get upset over that?"

"You can't have kids?" Riley asked, "I'm a kid."

"Go wash your face. You have sauce everywhere," Mia pointed to the bathroom in the hallway. Riley sighed, pushed away from the table and went to the bathroom to clean herself off. Mia looked to Kevin, "Besides, I have Riley."

"Isn't it different? Adoption was on the table from day one, but you still ran off because you couldn't get pregnant. No one took that harder than me, but I do remember Emily being pretty upset when you took off. She may have just been worried, you know…"

"That I would run off again? Because a stranger is pregnant? Kevin, I'm happy now. I'm about to get married to an amazing man, I have a wonderful daughter. I couldn't ask for more. I'm telling you, something's up."

"You know, we finally have our own lives," Kevin chuckled. "We don't need to meddle in the others' lives every time they run into a little speed bump. I'm sure if there's something we need to know, they'll tell us."

"And what do I do until then? My maid of honour has no idea she's my maid of honour."

"And she should cherish these moments," Kevin chuckled. "Do what Serena says, call her tomorrow afternoon. Dress shopping can wait, right?"

"I guess," Mia sighed and propped her head up on the table as she started to eat her dinner, "by the way, when are you going to get your tuxedo? The countdown's begun."

"I've got a list," Kevin tapped the cabinet where he had posted his list of to-dos and when-to-dos. "I'm right on track."