Roman arrives back at his apartment where he left Kendall and Shiv. They are both still there, sitting at opposite ends of the couch.

"Oh, he's back," says Shiv, glaring at him. "Did you really think that by getting us both here you could force us to make up?"

"I'm guessing it didn't work?" He looks from Shiv's furious expression to Ken's stony one.

"What do you think?" Ken growls.

"I'm sorry." He puts his hands up. "I just wanted you two to talk."

"Well, we did talk," Shiv concedes. "And we realised that, while we still hate each other, we both hate you more, so…"

Roman glances between them. "Really?"

"Yeah." Kendall finally smiles. "We're okay."

"That's great, guys. Come here!" He pulls Shiv into a hug and gestures for Kendall to join them. Kendall goes and puts his arms around both of them, which is harder now Shiv is so big. "You can both thank me later."

"Don't push it," says Kendall.

"Oh, fuck," says Shiv suddenly.

"Are you okay?" asks Kendall with concern.

"Yeah. I think I just had a contraction."

"What?" Roman immediately panics. "You're not due for—"

"Relax. It's just practice contractions. It's normal."

"Sit down." Kendall leads her over to the couch. He rubs her back as she sits down.

"Don't even think about popping your sprog here," Roman warns. "This couch is brand new."

"Maybe we should take her to the hospital, just in case?" Kendall suggests.

"Oh God," says Shiv. "I think my waters just broke."

"What?" Roman has reached the terror stage. "Okay, I'm calling an ambulance."

Before he can reach for his phone, Shiv and Kendall both double over laughing.

"Your face," says Shiv through gasping breaths. Kendall can't even speak for cackling.

Roman glares at them. "Very funny, guys."