"DAVID!" Gillian bellowed, making Mary-Lynnette giggle and Keller Laugh. David rushed in, a slightly panicked look on his face.

"Yes Dear?" he asked, looking around nervously. She held out her hands.

"Give me your hands, David." Gillian ordered in a dangerously calm voice.

His hands shook as he placed them in her. She studied them carefully. "They're empty." She noticed angrily.

"Umm, yes dear?" David was obviously confused.

"I asked for iced tea! Where's my iced tea?" Gillian shrieked loudly. And as David scuttled terrified out of the room, Maggie chortled.

"Maggie, can you pass me that pillow?" Hannah asked sweetly. She was straining to reach a plush couch pillow just beyond her grasp. Maggie strained from the other side of the same couch to reach the same pillow. Neither of them could reach.

"Sorry, Hannah. Can't reach."

"That's okay, I got it." Hannah drew a deep breath and began to shriek like a banshee. "THIERRY! THEIRRY! THIERRY! THEIRRY!" over and over and over again until he arrived, breathless, fallowed by Morgead and Delos. David arrived a second later with a glass.

"What?" Thierry sounded faintly annoyed.

"Can you hand me that pillow, sweetheart?" Hannah's voice was all sugar sweetness. And that's what scared him.

As he handed the pillow to his wife, they were all splattered with spit out liquid. "This is cranberry juice! Not iced tea! David! Make me another." Gillian cried. And shooting a reproachful look at him, Mary- Lynnette awkwardly placed an arm around her shoulder to soothe Gillian's cries.

"ASH! Get your butt in here or so help me… oh there you are." She said when he came in. "Will you do me a favor? Yes, good. Get Gillian some iced tea. Not cranberry juice, iced tea. Thanks sweetie."

Ash left the room with only a wide-eyed terrified glance around the room.

As he left, he passed Quinn in the doorway. Who had heard the conversation mimed whipping "you are so whipped." He chuckled.

"Honey?" Rashel said with a tilt in her head.

With his own manhood under the microscope after that last remark, he looked at her coolly "Can I help you?" he sounded quite rude.

"Are you using a tone with me?" Rashel demanded hotly. He paled instantly.

"No I-"

She cut him off. "Don't you dare use a tone with me."

"Yes, Dear." He hung his head and spoke with a small voice.

Eric chuckled at Quinn's expense. Thea's head snapped up and her eyes locked on Eric's now horrified ones. She took a breath and started screaming on the top of her lungs. "ERIC ROSS, YOU ARE A SELFISH, STUPID, OBNOXIOUS, SMELLY, HORRIBLE…" she went on and on until Keller put a comforting arm on her friends.

"Thea, stop screaming at your Soul mate, it's giving me a headache. A chicken will help, Galen, get me a chicken."

"Keller, I don't think-"

"Get me a chicken or I will kill you dead."

"She wont really hurt you." Nilsson stated,

Keller unsheathed her claws.

"I'd get her that chicken, Galen, if I were you, I'd do it fast." Lupe advised, barely looking up from her magazine.

Galen went to get the chicken.

"She wouldn't have hurt him." Nilsson said to nobody at all.

Still not looking up, Lupe said, "Yes she would."

And ignoring Morgead's frantic shut-the-hell-up looks, Nilsson began to argue. "how do you know?"

Lupe slowly and pointedly licked her finger and turned the page, "Because I would."

Nilsson left the room.

"Okay, enough death threats, you're giving the babies bad ideas." Poppy said mildly. "Jaime? Where's my cell phone? I want my cell-phone."

James fumbled in his pants pocket as he watched his wife's leg bounce impatiently until he handed it to her.

She flipped it open. "James, it's dead. Why is it dead?" she asked mildly.

"Because I didn't charge it. I'm so so so sorry its all my fault I love you." He said quickly.

She smirked "good answer."

Morgead, who had turned to leave, turned back to press a kiss to the face of a sleeping Jez.

Who sat up and starting screaming at him for waking her up and disturbing the baby. And then, she started crying.

All the girls converged around her, muttering words of comfort.

All the boys fled.

They found Nilsson curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed, crying.

When asked what was wrong, all he whimpered was "Pregnant women are scary."