Leland laughed.

"Monk," he said, "If there's one thing I can count on it's that you've cleaned and sterilized that toy."

"How is Caroline doing," he asked.

"Dr. Richard said she's got to be on chemotherapy for awhile," Leland said, "We're not even allowed to be in the same room as her. Her immune system is so low."

"I was tested," Monk said, "I hope I'm a match."

Leland reached out and hugged Monk.

"I'm worried about Jennifer," Leland added, "She's going back to not sleeping at night."

Adrian nodded. He understood what his friend's daughter was going through.

"She doesn't sleep at all?"

"Well yesterday for example she woke up over 20 times," Leland said, "This is just so much to deal with."

Adrian remembered when he and Trudy nearly lost Hope. He felt just as overwhelmed as Leland was feeling.

"You're not alone," Monk promised Leland.

Marsha slowly sipped some mineral water. She was six weeks along in her pregnancy. At this point with Trudy she remembered there was little vomiting, but this pregnancy was different. She wondered if this baby was a boy.

Then again when Trudy was pregnant with Molly, she had plenty of morning (and afternoon and evening) sickness.

"Hey," Dwight said, bringing her out something to eat, "How do you feel?"

"Pregnant," Marsha said.

She laughed.

"I know," Dwight replied, "I wish I could carry the baby for you."

"I'm just glad that I'm about to carry the baby for Trudy," Marsha said with a smile.

The doorbell rang. It was Trudy and Hope.

"How are my two beautiful girls," Marsha said smiling.

"We're good," Hope said.

"Come on," Dwight got up and held out his hand, "Let's go make a cake, Hope."

Hope cheerfully followed her grandfather into the kitchen.

"Sit down, honey," Marsha said.

"Thanks mom."
Trudy sat next to her mother.

"How are you feeling," she asked Marsha.

"I feel like I'm about six weeks pregnant," Marsha said, "Of course that's because I am about six weeks pregnant."

Trudy smiled.

"Mom, I'm worried about Hope. Her friend Caroline is really sick. She has advanced leukemia."

"Does Hope know," Marsha asked.

"She understands that Caroline is really sick," Trudy said, "But she doesn't understand what's wrong with her."

Marsha nodded understandingly. She remembered going through that with Trudy when Trudy's friend had been sick.

"I remember when you went through your friend being sick," she said.

"Was my friend okay," Trudy asked.

"She was," Marsha replied.

"Do you think Caroline will be okay," Trudy asked.

"I know she will," Marsha said, "GOD is good to our family."

Trudy noticed the smile on her mother's face. It was the same smile Marsha had when it was discovered that Trudy had survived the car bombing 3 years ago.

"Mom," Trudy said laughing, "That was 3 years ago that I turned out to be alive. It's-"

"It may as well have been yesterday," Marsha replied, "GOD is good to our family."

"Yes, He is," Trudy acknowledged.

She hugged her mother. Marsha was right. GOD had truly been good to their family.