Nichole makes a small sound of agreement as she pulls into the driveway and stops the car. She lays her head down on the top of the steering wheel, trying to will herself to get out of the car.

"I feel like I just lost my own child..." Nichole cries as she opens the door slightly and falls into Sam's arms.

Sam strolls into the kitchen, cappy following loyally behind him as always. He spots his wife by the sink and creeps up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist, feeling her ample belly. "Hello, love," he says, kissing her neck. "One month to go," he says quietly, smiling gently at the thought of their children.

Sam smiles back at her. "As ready as I can be. Are you ready? You're the one that's going to be...you know, actually birthing them. I just get to sit back and watch."

"Well, watch and try not to pass out," he says back smilingly. He winces at the mention of bone breaking. "Childbirth is sounding pretty metal right now."

"And the last one...is a boy!" the doctor says, holding the little squirming baby up triumphantly. He hands the baby to Sam, who is wide-eyed, silent, and in awe of what he's just witnessed. Sam looks at the little boy in his arms and instantly his eyes soften as he beams down at his son. "Oh my god..." he says, tears in his eyes. He looks over at his wife, who's holding their two girls. "My god, Nichole...I can't..." he says, unable to articulate himself. "I love you so much.." he finally is able to says, his eyes all the while affixed on his three newborn children.

Sam looks at his wife and his kids, envisioning their futures together. This all seemed to be happening so fast, so suddenly. "I can't believe it...we're actually parents...I love you, babe," he says, leaning down to kiss her. "I can't wait to show them...to...to everybody! Erich, Erica, the guys in the band...I want everybody to know these kids are mine! I'm going to be one of those dads that shows pictures of his kids to everybody and is really annoying!" he says happily.

"Now that...is brutal..." he says after her vag comment. "Well...Erich gets one, Erica gets one, Castor gets one, right? Or is it six people in total, like, one godfather and one godmother for each one?" he rubs his chin as he ponders this. "We've only had kids for like 10 minutes and it's already really complicated."

"Ah, yeah," Sam says, looking down at Layne. "Erica is going to spoil you so much..." he says, shaking his head smilingly. "Well...I guess it is a little silly. But at least we have enough kids for all of our friends to be able to claim one for themselves.....that sounded bad," he says, shaking his head. "But when you get to the bottom of it, these kids are ours. We can just foist them on our friends when we're so exhausted we can barely move."

Nichole gives her husband a tired smile and nods. "Like now. We can force them to take our children now!" Just as she says that, Erica comes to the door. "Yay!"