A: Hey, thanks for helping me get ready for work. Listen, after I gain one more level, what do you say we go upstairs and try for baby?
J: Meck chate!
Eliza: Bob, it’s go time. Arianna’s finished Friend of the World, bought Connections, and got a job. You. Me. Baby-making. Now.
Bob: Hey, you know me. Just along for the ride.
Arianna: Oh, wow. That was fast. Maybe I should have waited until I had a few more promotions, and we could actually pay the bills. I haven’t even planted carrots yet.
Eliza: I have never been so sure about anything in my life.
Arianna: Well, it worked. We’re totally having a nooboo.
J: Woot! My boys can swim!
Eliza: BO-O-O-O-O-OB! WE DID IT! WE’RE PREGNANT! WOOOOOOOOOO!
Bob: Did you just call me a-
Eliza: No! The dashes between the o’s make it an elongation of your name, not a naughty word, now celebrate with me!
Bob: Go Team Pancakes!
Arianna: This will be fine. Plants are growing, logic is being leveled, everyone is on board. There is no need to panic, about the bills or anything else. As long as nobody has twins, we’ll be fine. Juuuuuust fine.
J: Arianna, my love. I’m sure you’re wondering why I brought you out to this lovely sylvan glade today.
Arianna: Well, no. You said we were going fishing, and I wanted to try and take a cutting from a cherry tree-
J: I will keep you in suspense no longer! I have popped a very important whim, a whim some thought I might never pop, but before I go into that I want to make sure you are feeling flirty. Are you feeling flirty?
A: Yes . . .?
J: Very flirty, even?
A: Now that you mention it, yes.
J: Any negative moodlets hiding buried in there? Morning sickness? Anything like that?
A: Nope, just flirty.
J: Are you sure, because there are no beds to hide in here, and I really don’t want to die today. Would it help to hear some of my poetry? I know how much you like my poems.
A: I’m positive. Please proceed.
J: Okay, then. You asked for it. Arianna Spiffendale, will you make me the happiest, most surprised non-committal man in the world by becoming my wife?
J: I guess that means yes.
A: Yes, J. Yes, of course I will.
J: So, you still want to go fishing?
A: Eh. Might as well.
J: Psst. I’m really happy.
A: *blushes* Me too.
Several Days Later . . .
Eliza: That’s right. Eatin’ strawberries. Dancin’ to Pop Music. Takin’ names- Ooooh, holy Moses that hurt!
Eliza: *huff, puff, pant* Hi! *groan* How’s it going? Are you a gardener?
Gardener: Yes. Are you in labor?
Eliza: Yes. Want to feel the baby?
Gardener: Yeah, he’s really jumping around in there.
Eliza: It’s a she! *huff puff* At least I hope so. Let’s cloudgaze!
Eliza: So -ow, that hurts- we realized that if she has a boy and I have a girl it will *groan* work out perfectly, but *huff huff* if one of us has twins then -aaaaaaaagh- it could be really awkward and so *pants* it would be nice to have a full house so that *groan* we know for sure what will happen *huff puff* . . . you know?
Gardener: Stands to reason.
Eliza: So . . . you’ll move in?
Gardener: Yeah, why not?
Eliza: Good! Because we need to get home, like, now!
Arianna: Elizaaaaaaaa! Why is there an old man cleaning our kitchen counters?
Eliza: I asked him to move in! Now we won’t have twins, isn’t that great?
Arianna: What do we even know about this guy? Did you even find out his traits?
Eliza: He’s family-oriented! Isn’t that great?
Eliza: He . . . probably loves the outdoors! He’s a gardener!
Arianna: Eliza what aren’t you telling me?
Eliza: He doesn’t hate children? Isn’t that . . . great?
Arianna: This is not a good time to mess with me!
Eliza: Okay he’s evil and I didn’t find out until we got home and it’s fine because we can just lock the door to the room with the dollhouse and now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to have a baby right this second!
*Several Days pass in which babies are babies and skilling and promotions happen unphotogenically*
Arianna: Hey, welcome to the family, Morris. You and I are going to be together for a very long time.
Eliza: Welcome to the family, Betty! It’s going to be a wild ride!