So much was happening at the Wimsel estate! There was Emad's nefarious plot to take over Rinn Fada. And Bunter making an honest man of himself. But Lord and Lady Piers had their own exciting news.
The night Piers and Hera got back from Al Medina, there was a full moon in Rinn Fada. They thought about it. Why not try for a baby that very night? If a full moon kiss was magical, baby-making would be even more so.
On their first attempt, they heard the chimes. The couple couldn't have been happier.
Hera told Caprice the good news.
Hera: Remember when we talked about you being a nanny for us? Would you still like to do that?
Caprice: I'd love to, Hera!
Piers: Bunter will be assisting with the research now, to free Hera's time. But she still wants to continue her writing and painting. We'd love to have you help with the baby. Would it be too much work, along with the gardening?
Caprice: Not at all. Taking care of the baby will be a joy!
Hera: Babies should know both parents, Piers. I want you to play an active role in our baby's life. It's important.
Piers: I'll do my best. But I don't know much about infants. I'll need to study up on the subject.
Hera: We'll study together, just like with all our research. But this time, you'll be assisting me.
Piers: You don't think the baby will be a plantsim, do you ... after that unfortunate lab accident I had?
Hera: You're completely cured now, darling. And even if the baby is unusual somehow, we'll love it anyway.
Piers: True, but I still have that herbal remedy I discovered, just in case we need it.
Hera: You're going to be a wonderful father, Piers.
Piers: Do you really think so? I don't relate well to people, you know. What if the baby doesn't like me?
Hera: The baby will love you, dearest ... just as I do!
Piers: I felt it move!
Hera: I keep wondering if it's a boy or a girl.
Piers: We'll run a test! There's been some recent studies done that suggest ...
Hera: Oh, Piers, I don't want to be a research subject.
Piers: You sure, Hera? We could set up a sound wave machine of sorts and attach it to your abdomen, then ...
Hera: No, darling. I think not. That would be just too, too vulgar.
Piers (sighing): Well, all right then.
Hera: I hope we have a girl. Would you mind, Piers?
Piers: I've also been wishing for a girl, darling.
Hera: Then we'll wish on a star for our little girl!
Piers: Well, if you like, but stars can't give real answers. Now if we used a sound machine ...
Hera: Piers, we are not using a sound machine! ... But if you really want to conduct an experiment, I have a suggestion. I could eat lots of watermelon. My old nurse once told me that melons make baby girls.
Piers: Sweetheart, there is absolutely no scientific proof of such a thing! Any more than bananas making boys.
Hera: Of course not, dear. Apples are what make boys. It's a known fact.
Hera: Oh Piers, this is lovely! Just what I needed.
Hera: It's time! Piers, it's time!!
Piers: Aaaahhh!!
Bunter: Aaaahhh!!
Hera: Hurry, Piers. We must get to the hospital at once!
Piers: Wait, darling! I have an idea. We should use the jetpacks! Much faster than a car.
Hera: Honestly, Piers!
Bunter: ... aah aah aah ....
They arrived at the hospital without incidence. Piers stumbled down the stairs, trying to clear the way for Hera.
Piers: We're having a baby. My wife ate watermelon. So it's going to be a girl. But maybe a plantsim. You never know. We were exposed to a mummy's curse too. Hope it's not a mummy. Could be a boy. We had apple pie one night. Oh god! All those WonderPetals! No telling ...
Hera: Darling, you're babbling. Leave the poor woman alone and come along now.
Welcome to the Wimsel family, little Kathryn! You were conceived during a full moon and born on Spooky Day.
Kathryn was in good health, just a little tired. Bunter gave both mama and baby a welcome home genie cleanse.
Nanny Caprice was eager to take her turn rocking the baby. Bunter serenaded Kathryn to sleep.
He hovered around the nursery, not sure if a valet's role included babysitting, but he thought maybe it might.
Caprice seemed to have Kathryn's care well in hand though.
But Piers was there first thing when he got home from work.
And first thing in the morning when he woke up.
Although, there were moments when Piers' anxiety would get the better of him.
That's when Hera stepped in. Kathryn was very close to her mama.
The night Piers and Hera got back from Al Medina, there was a full moon in Rinn Fada. They thought about it. Why not try for a baby that very night? If a full moon kiss was magical, baby-making would be even more so.
On their first attempt, they heard the chimes. The couple couldn't have been happier.
Hera: Remember when we talked about you being a nanny for us? Would you still like to do that?
Caprice: I'd love to, Hera!
Caprice: Not at all. Taking care of the baby will be a joy!
Piers: I'll do my best. But I don't know much about infants. I'll need to study up on the subject.
Hera: We'll study together, just like with all our research. But this time, you'll be assisting me.
Piers: You don't think the baby will be a plantsim, do you ... after that unfortunate lab accident I had?
Hera: You're completely cured now, darling. And even if the baby is unusual somehow, we'll love it anyway.
Piers: True, but I still have that herbal remedy I discovered, just in case we need it.
Piers: Do you really think so? I don't relate well to people, you know. What if the baby doesn't like me?
Hera: The baby will love you, dearest ... just as I do!
Hera: I keep wondering if it's a boy or a girl.
Piers: We'll run a test! There's been some recent studies done that suggest ...
Hera: Oh, Piers, I don't want to be a research subject.
Piers: You sure, Hera? We could set up a sound wave machine of sorts and attach it to your abdomen, then ...
Hera: No, darling. I think not. That would be just too, too vulgar.
Piers (sighing): Well, all right then.
Piers: I've also been wishing for a girl, darling.
Hera: Then we'll wish on a star for our little girl!
Piers: Well, if you like, but stars can't give real answers. Now if we used a sound machine ...
Hera: Piers, we are not using a sound machine! ... But if you really want to conduct an experiment, I have a suggestion. I could eat lots of watermelon. My old nurse once told me that melons make baby girls.
Piers: Sweetheart, there is absolutely no scientific proof of such a thing! Any more than bananas making boys.
Hera: Of course not, dear. Apples are what make boys. It's a known fact.
Piers: Hera, should you be engaging in this kind of exercise in your condition?
Piers: Aaaahhh!!
Bunter: Aaaahhh!!
Piers: Wait, darling! I have an idea. We should use the jetpacks! Much faster than a car.
Hera: Honestly, Piers!
Bunter: ... aah aah aah ....
Hera: Darling, you're babbling. Leave the poor woman alone and come along now.
