So... we find out that Miranda has a KNIFE COLLECTION? WHY DOES SHE HAVE IT? WILL RAMSES GO CRAZY? WILL MOSES BE ABLE TO...actually I don't want to spoil that :p By the way, the girls are at four months.


Ramses is shocked to find 5 tiny knifes in a cutout of the wall behind the starfish.

"Why does she have this?"

"How long has she had these?"

'What the heck are these for?"

"Is she planning to kill me?"

"No, she wouldn't do that...would she?"

Soon enough, Miranda gets home from work at the office.

"I'm back, Ramses! You'll never guess what happened to me at work."

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Well, people kept drinking Scott's drinks, so he put his name on EVERY SINGLE ONE. Then, he put 'if your name isn't Scott, don't touch my freaking cokes!"

"Well, I'm lucky I had the day off." Ramses says, getting up.

"Why is that?" Miranda says, taking her shoes off.

"Because if I didn't I would have never found...this!" Ramses says, taking the starfish off the wall.

"What...How did you...How did you find those?" Miranda says, backing up.

"It doesn't matter! I just need to know! Why are you planning to kill me?"

"No no no, Ramses. It's not what you think, I promise."

"Then what is it?" Ramses says, setting the starfish on the coffee table.

"Do you remember when I was baby sitting that little boy for my friend?"

"Yes..."

"Well, he asked me to play on the computer."

"I'm listening," Ramses says, leaning on the wall.

"What I didn't expect to come in the mail a couple of days later was these. I figured I would just hide them away in case someone tried to hurt us." Miranda says.

"Oh, thank God. I thought you were planning to kill someone."

"I would only kill someone if they tried to hurt you or Jr.," Miranda explains.

Ramses gives her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I love- What was that?" Ramses asks as he feels something push on his stomach.

"Jr. kicked again," Miranda begins. "He normally kicks when you hug me."

"Woah, I guess he likes me more then!" Ramses jokes, earning a kick in the shin from Miranda.


Earlier that day, Hazel suggested that it would be good for another ultrasound. Moses had asked Ramses to come. They had been sitting at the doctor's for over 30 minutes now, and Moses was becoming anxious.

"This is taking forever, Hazel!" Moses says tapping his foot impatiently.

"It's cool, Moses! The baby isn't getting any older."

"Yes, she is."

"You know what I mean," Hazel laughs.

"Swarovski?"

"Finally." Moses says under his breath.


"Okay. So...she should come up any second." The older nurse says.

"I don't see jack." Hazel comments, causing Moses and Ramses to laugh.

"Yea, these machines could use an update." The nurse says, moving the little stick around.

Finally, the tiny baby appears on the screen.

"Look, Moses! It looks like she's waving at us!" Ramses laughs.

Moses can feel himself start to lose composure.

"*sniff*"

"Moses, don't do this." Hazel begins. "You're going to make me sad,"

"Yeah, Moses. You can do it, we all believe in-"

It's too late, as Moses has burst into tears.

"You." Ramses finishes.

"Oh, it's fine. A lot of daddies do this," The nurse reassures, handing Moses a box of tissues.

"I'm sorry...I just..." Moses says.

"Ok. You are four months pregnant, so all her little organs have formed and are functioning. We ran some tests, and she is perfectly healthy. She has all fingers and toes."

"Just out of curiosity, is there anyway to tell who she looks like more?" Hazel asks.

"No. But on a good note, she is becoming more of a little person everyday."

"Like what?" Ramses asks, holding Moses to his chest.

"Well, she can hear you. Make sure you talk to her. That way, when she's born she should be able to reconize your voice. Careful though, loud sounds can scare her. She's even developed her personality type."

"That's one of the coolest things I've ever-" Moses begins.

"Yikes!" Exclaims Hazel.

"What's wrong?" All three ask.

"Moses, you've got to talk more quietly! I get beat up every time you open your mouth!" Hazel laughs.

Moses cries again.

"Come on, Moses, lets go get you some fresh air and water." Ramses winces as he stands on his foot.

" But you're on crutches!" Moses says.

"I don't need them," Ramses says, helping Moses up.

"Thanks, Ramses." Moses says affectionately to his older brother.

"You're welcome. Anything to help my big, soft, sensitive teddy bear little brother." Ramses jokes.

Moses punches Ramses in the groin.

"OW, DAMMIT!"

"That was one adjective too many," Moses says with a clever look on his face.