Miranda remembers their wedding in her dreams as she continues to sleep in.

Meanwhile, someone else is up and early for his job, but wants to wait for Miranda to have breakfast together, so he grabs a book and relaxes beside her.

Miranda grabs her guitar the moment she got out of bed. She’s got a lot of good feelings inside her today.

Stanley appreciates the fact that he can listen to her play while he makes them breakfast.

It’s a melody to behold.

Though Miranda can’t say the same for the puking sounds she has been making after her stomach forced to stop her playing.

Their breakfast was delicious and definitely edible, so Stanley is reassured that it wasn’t his cooking that caused this morning sickness.

Stanley has recently taken up gardening to make use of all the weird seeds he found from his expeditions (and also to take up the huge empty space in their backyard).

Speaking of expeditions, Stanley is everywhere. His job includes a lot of running across the many hills in Sunset Valley.

In the morning, he’s out running in the woods.

In the evening, he’s still out running somewhere in the words.

By the time he gets to the top of one of the hills in Sunset Valley, he arrives just in time to see this spectacle.

“Well, hello to you too.”

Then he captures one of them and places them in a special tank, ready to be sold to the Science Facility or to any rich kid. Both are willing to get their hands on these specimen as long as they don’t do the dirty work, so Stanley obliges as long as he gets paid for.

He usually goes back home with his trusty bike. It’s a long way down.

It’s a bit of a fact around town that Stanley is that one dude always running to some place, always seen running out of the trees, carrying a bunch of those weird tanks.

Or in this case, looking like a total mess. (Nick Alto is understandably mortified at this scene)

Meanwhile, on the same alley where our story has started, Miranda gets to know Pauline Wan, one of her co-workers who seems to be really eager to befriend someone who is related to a celebrity.

Miranda just lets this impression slide and doesn’t think too much about it.

One night, Miranda goes home from work with a sudden wardrobe change. It doesn’t seem like a new uniform assignment, so Stanley feels compelled enough to ask.

“What’s the occasion?” He refers at her dress.

Miranda laughs and grabs one of his hands. “I’m pregnant, silly.”

She can tell that Stanley is SO looking forward to this.

(Author’s note: I didn’t take any pictures when the babies — TWINS — were born, nor did I take any pictures before they grew to toddlers, so next chapter will feature a small timeskip. And I’m also I’m speeding through these chapters.)