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Previously on "Life Sentence"...

When I bumped into you,
everything changed.

I was supposed to marry Pippa,
five days before I met you.

- You're not dying.
- I'm cured.

My cancer was gone

and the eight years my family
spent taking care of me

- had kind of ruined their lives.
- You're under arrest.

- You really did get off easy.
- Easy?!

I got a week in jail, 150
hours of community service,

and I have to wear a tracking
anklet with a curfew.

You have to stop offering me rides

and... amazing advice and...
and making me feel like

you're the only person on Earth

who really gets me.

Calluses are sexy.

They're a sign of somebody
who's willing to do the work.

You know I'm not here
'cause I wanna be, right?

I'm aware.

I got a job interview in San Francisco.

- Pippa set it up.
- Pippa?

Yeah. She recommended me for it.

How am I supposed to feel about this?

I trusted you. Now it's
your turn to trust me.

Since Wes left for San Francisco,

I'd barely slept.

Thank God he was coming
home this morning.

Only problem? Wes was late.

So I was late for work.

Hi.

Hi.

Sorry. The plane was delayed.

San Francisco has a lot of fog.

Reminded me of London.

I-I want to hear everything.

Like did you see Pippa?

Oh, you've got to work, right?
I can just fill you in later.

Or you could just give
me the highlights.

Like did you see Pippa?

Actually, uh, we probably
should talk now.

Oh, God. You saw Pippa.

I-I did not see Pippa.

Oh, good.

Though I-I wouldn't
blame you if you did.

Talk to her, I mean.

She did get you the
interview. I'm... I'm sorry.

I-I think I'm just feeling
really guilty about Seattle.

Should we sit? Do you want
some tea? I made some tea.

They offered me the job, Stell.

Oh.

It's a really great job.

I mean, I wouldn't just
be moving money around.

I would actually be
helping real companies

do real things to make the
world a better place.

Wow.

That sounds really... real.

It is.

And they need an answer tomorrow.

Wes, I-I don't know if I can move

to San Francisco right now.

But we don't have to move.
That's why it's perfect.

Eventually, I could work from here.

But... currently?

Well, you know, for the
first couple years,

I'd probably have to be there a lot.

But, still, I could
come back on weekends.

And you could come when you can.

The company said that
they'll pay for travel,

and we'd rack up frequent flyer miles,

and we'd have enough for
a trip to Paris so soon.

What do you think?

I think...

you deserve it.

Let's do it.

- Wait. Really?
- Absolutely. Yeah.

- Hey! You're late!
- I know. I'm so sorry. Crazy morning.

Wes' plane was delayed and...

You're gone.

So, what do you need?

Register help or...

I need you to turn in your
end-of-the-month time card

- so I can pay you.
- What do you mean?

You know the words I just said out loud?

- I mean those.
- Yeah, but,

the end of the month
isn't for another week.

Yeah, well, time flies when
you're constantly tardy.

- Check the calendar.
- Wait.

If it's the end of the month, I
didn't pay any of my bills and...

I was late for something else, too.

Hey.

I am so sorry for being late
today, but I have to go.

But I-I'll be right back.

You are the worst person
who's ever worked here!

You're a close second.

The funny thing about
a pregnancy test is,

being pregnant is always a positive...

even though the test has no idea

how you'll actually feel about it.

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www.addic7ed.com...

Oh. Hey.

Do you mind if I order from my sister?

She knows how I like my coffee.

- How does she like her coffee?
- Free.

Thanks!

So, how was Wes' interview?

Did he see Pippa? How are you feeling?

He got the job. He did not see Pippa.

And I'm feeling pregnant.

What?

Oh, my God! You're pregnant?!

Lizzie, you are at a 10.

I'm gonna need you at a 2.

How do you feel?

Um... overwhelmed.

Terrified.

On a scale of 1 to, "How
can I do this right now?"

I am solidly at, "How can
I do this right now?"

I just got my life back, and Wes
is taking this job out of town,

and all this stuff with Dr.
Grant and Pippa,

we're not exactly crushing it.

And I know that there
is never a good time

to have an "oops" baby,
but if there was,

- this is definitely not it.
- Okay.

But I'm also really excited.

Lizzie, I really want to be a mom,

and I never thought that
I'd get the chance to.

And Wes wants kids, and we're married,

so that might be fate, you know?

Then again, I can't even
take care of a cactus,

and that requires zero effort,

so I am definitely gonna
forget to water the baby.

Stella.

Breathe.

Come here.

Congratulations.

You're gonna be a rock-star mom.

I have repeatedly screwed up
taking care of your children.

They survived, and they adore you.

You're gonna be amazing at this.

You really think so?

I really do.

Okay. Okay.

Well, I am choosing to
believe you because,

out of everyone I know,

you are the one person who is
always 100% straight with me.

- Mm.
- Oh, but can you not tell anyone?

I'm still figuring out how to tell Wes,

and I-I'm so nervous.

He's gonna be thrilled.

Hey, you got this, sis.

Oh, and before I go,

Aiden wanted me to get two
of his favorite coffees.

I assume, by "favorite,"
you mean "free."

Totally.

The dog park is full of
people looking to get laid.

Basically, it's like going
to a bar during the daytime

with no alcohol and a wingman
who pees on your foot.

I've been that wingman.

Hey, um, thanks again for the coffee.

- What do I owe you?
- Nah, it's cool.

I don't mind throwing money
around for the big boss.

Aw, you were doing so well
before you said the word "big."

But big is a good thing.

Just quit while you're ahead.

Am I ahead?

It's unclear.

Anyway... time to work.

What do you mean? I got
here like an hour early.

- That's how long we've been talking.
- We've been talking for an hour?

Whoa, I've never talked to a
chick for an hour before.

I mean a girl.

Lady?

- I prefer "broad."
- Really?

Absolutely not.

Hey, do you mind if I put the
floor cleaner on a high shelf?

We don't want toxic chemicals
at the kids' snacking height.

I truly do not care
where you put anything.

Diego, do you know where
Fiona's pink elephant is?

She wants to take it to school,
and I can't seem to...

Does no one see that I'm
trying to work here?

Oh, excuse us.

We were just trying to
take care of your children.

I'm sorry.

Look, I do appreciate that.
I'm just trying to focus.

There's this new territory
up for grabs at work,

and I really want it.

I thought you were close with your boss.

Yeah, he transferred, and my
new boss is not yet a fan.

So I still got to win her over.

You should have Ida make her brunch.

That is a great idea.

We can kill her with kindness and carbs.

- You think that'll work?
- How do you think I got tenure?

Boom!

Please don't ever do that again.

I was waiting for the perfect moment

to tell Wes about the baby.

But this wasn't it.

Why are we driving through a cemetery?

Because, this way, we
avoid Market Street,

which cuts off two blocks
and a traffic light.

Got it.

So...

have you said yes to the
job yet? Are they excited?

Yeah, I can't wait to start.

It's like a whole new adventure.

- I'm pregnant.
- What?!

- Are you sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. I just...

feel bad for Mr. Klapholz.

- How did this happen?
- It doesn't say.

It just says he was a husband,
father, and grandfather.

No, I mean us. We've been careful.

Yeah, we have.

But... not always.

And apparently not enough.

How do you feel about all this?

I'm overjoyed, actually.

- You are?
- Yeah.

I mean, this is what
we've wanted, right?

I'm gonna be a dad.

I'm gonna be a dad!

You hear that, Mr. Klapholz?!
I'm gonna be a dad!

And you're gonna be a mom.

I'm so glad you understand
how parenthood works.

We're gonna be parents!

We were so happy we
were literally dancing

on someone's grave.

My grandfather was a terrible person.

- Sorry for your loss.
- Sorry.

Just like that, all the crap
with Dr. Grant and Pippa

didn't matter anymore.

It was just us now.

Well, us and a baby.

Yes?

Question...

Do you know how many
women I've slept with?

Me neither.

But every single one of them,

I could tell you exactly what they
look like naked. Every detail.

Grab me a piece of paper
and a number 2 pencil,

and I can accurately sketch
them nude from memory.

We all have gifts.

But I couldn't tell you
if any one of them

- had jobs, hobbies, feelings...
- Aiden,

- where are you going with this?
- Kayla's different.

I actually like talking to her.

I like listening to her.

So, um, what is the problem?

Since I can't go out at night or drink,

my moves are out the window.

Well, what do you know about this girl?

- What does she like?
- Uh...

she has a ridiculously large
LEGO pirate-ship collection,

which is totally weird, but it's
kind of cool that she'd admit that.

Well, you need to find
something you both like...

a common interest.

Hey. Kayla has a dog.

You're not stealing our neighbor's dog.

I would never do that.

But I would borrow it.

- Gina, thanks again for coming over.
- Happy to.

New in town, so my weekends are
pretty open at the moment.

- Would you like a mimosa?
- I'd love a mimosa,

minus the O.J.

Ah, I like the way you
think. Make that two.

I like the way you drink.

Now, Gina, this is my new experiment...

gluten-free crusts. Try and see how...

You know what? Close your eyes.

Oh, uh, Mom, I-I-I-I don't
think Gina wants to...

Okay, fine. Don't close your eyes.

Because they are beautiful.

- Oh, Lord.
- Thank you, Ida.

You're the second person
that told me that this week.

I think it's because I
started wearing contacts.

Oh, I bet you looked
adorable in glasses, too.

- Nah. I didn't have the face for it.
- Yeah, you do, girl.

Oh, thanks, girl.

Yeah, excuse me one moment.

Diego, where's the ladies' room?

It is, uh, down the
hall and to the right.

- Okay.
- Hey, while you're in there,

look at your cheekbones in the mirror.

- I'm telling you... stunning.
- Oh.

What the hell was that?

The first step to Diego's promotion.

You are locked in, my friend,
because that lady digs me.

Really? I mean, you...
you really think so?

Yep. My gay-dar is going
off. Or is it my bi-dar?

Either way, that new territory
is as good as yours, D-dawg.

For the record, I didn't
sign off on that nickname.

- No.
- You're welcome.

Okay, what about Petunia?

No. That sounds like a grandma name.

- Arabella?
- No.

Oh! Clementine.

No way! "Clem" rhymes with "phlegm,"

and all the kids would
call her "Phlegmentine."

You're demoted. Veto power only.

All right, well, what if it's a boy?

It's a girl.

I wouldn't know what to do with a boy.

Except buy him wee little knickers.

Hey, just to be clear,
you don't sound like me.

You sound like Mary Poppins
after a very subtle stroke.

Hey, that is no way

to talk to the mother of your child.

Do we want to know the
gender? Or wait and see?

- Ooh!
- Ooh.

Maybe we should do one of
those gender-reveal cakes

where you cut it open and
it's either blue or pink.

And, that way, if it's
a boy, I won't be sad,

because it's impossible to be
disappointed when there's cake.

What's that?

OB-GYN appointment is confirmed.

Didn't even have to call.

Wow. There's literally an
app for everything now.

We're not gonna be those parents
that just put their kids

in front of a screen and
forget about them, right?

Right.

Although I'm pretty
sure everyone says that

- before they have kids.
- Hm.

Oh, my God!

Baby trainers.

- Aww!
- Sorry. Sneakers.

I cannot believe I was
so nervous to tell you.

Thank you for being so incredible.

We're doing this.

She was right.

This place really is
like a singles' mixer.

Hey, don't look at me like that.

There's a lot of single dogs here, too.

I didn't know you had a dog.

I do. Love dogs.

Especially mine.

Though yours is cute, too.

Got to say, I didn't peg
you as a tiny-dog person.

Well, she thinks she's
a 150-pound mastiff.

Hey.

What's this guy's name?

Bark.

You named your dog Bark?

Of course not. Nobody
names their dog Bark.

It's just his first name.

It's short for...

Bark Zuckerberg.

Ah. That's clever.

I like that.

How about Agatha?

Oh, I love it.

Yeah. A proper British name.

Could call her "Aggie" for short.

Mm.

Hi, Stella. Wes.

So, I rushed things a little,
and we got your blood results.

The hCG levels in your
blood indicate that...

you're not pregnant.

I'm not pregnant? I don't understand.

She took a test.

I mean, aren't those
supposed to be 99% accurate?

Supposed to be, but
there are many things

that could lead to a false positive.

One is ovarian cancer,

so we ran extra tests.

I'd gotten bad news in
doctors' offices enough

to know when to brace yourself

so you don't spin out of control.

Is it back?

It... It's back, isn't it?

No.

No, you're completely healthy.

Then why are you looking
at me like that?

Like... Like something's wrong?

Is something wrong?

Because of the treatment you
underwent when you were sick,

your ovaries aren't functioning

as they should in someone your age.

Your egg count is very low.

Are you telling me I can't have kids?

Are you saying I can't have kids?

We never say never.

But we still have options, right?

I mean, um, harvesting eggs. Or...

Unfortunately, your egg
count is too low for that.

If you want to have biological children,

your very best chance
is to try naturally

as soon as you can.

It's not impossible.

But your window is closing.

- You are an incredible cook, Ida.
- Oh.

You're gonna have to give
me that quiche recipe.

Well, I could show you how to make it.

We could do a little
cooking lesson. Perfect.

Ooh. Maybe you can show me
around the farmers' market, too.

Done-zo.

Put your number in here.

Well, this has been so much fun.

Uh, Gina, I'll walk you to your car.

Oh, I-I could take her.

Mom! Let him take it from here.

So, listen, Gina, I would...

I would love to talk about the
new territory that opened up.

Diego, I think we've both
earned our weekends.

Let's save that talk
for the office, okay?

But duly noted.

Dad!

Grandpa took us to see the airplanes!

Oh, did he? Oh, tell me all about it.

Grandma!

- Attention spans of goldfish.
- Hey, guys.

Hi. I'm Peter. The ex-grandpa.

Sorry. Current grandpa. Ex-husband.

Gina. Diego's new boss.

So, you took them to the airport?

Actually, we were at
the Aviation Museum.

- They have a hangar...
- Oh, with the B-24 exhibit.

I've been wanting to see that.

That's the plane that Joe Kennedy
was flying when he died.

Exactly. Operation Aphrodite.

You're a history buff, Gina?

I am.

I'm a history professor.

Well, if you ever want to go back...

To tell you the truth, the
kids were more interested

in the gift shop than the
actual displays. So...

I'd love to.

Great. Um...

Why don't you put your number in here?

- Ah.
- And I'll give you a call.

I'll be waiting.

All right, then. It
was nice to meet you.

I'll see you at work, Diego.

Yeah.

Wow.

She is something.

Yeah.

Ida thought so, too.

You're both gonna start
dating my boss, aren't you?

How fun for me.

So, it's kinda nice

to see you without steel-toed boots on.

Yeah. You too.

It's cool that we have
something in common.

Totally.

So, we should do this again.

Maybe at a planned time
with food or something?

If we decided in advance

to meet each other at a
predetermined location,

wouldn't that feel like a date?

I was kinda hoping it
would be a date, yes.

Yeah.

Then no.

No?

I don't know what I'm
supposed to do with "no."

I don't date guys that
game me as a general rule.

- I'm not gaming you.
- You're not?

No.

Come here, Bark!

So? He's not trained.

Come here, Winston!

How did you know his name?

It's on his name tag, doofus.

Good boy.

I'm really sorry.

Hey, no.

This isn't your fault.

I know, but it doesn't make
it feel any less awful.

Should we try?

Yeah, we should.

I want our little girl.

It felt like we had her
for a second, and...

I really liked that second.

I really liked it, too.

Okay. So...

we do this?

Yeah.

I'll turn down San Francisco.

If we're gonna make this
happen, I need to be here.

Are you sure? That's a really great job.

It is, but,

you know, a job is not the
most important thing.

I want to be a dad.

So our family has to be

the priority right now.

Okay?

Okay.

Well, the job is officially turned down.

Let's make a baby.

Not really that simple.

I had no idea how much detail
went into baby making.

Okay, so, we have to change our diet,

and you have to stop putting
your phone in your front pocket,

and no more bike shorts.

Which you don't even ride a bike,

so I think it's a little silly that
you wear them in the first place.

Okay.

Consider me a kale-eating,

baggy-short-wearing guy

who carries his phone
in his wife's purse.

- That is very sexy.
- Mm.

- Wait till I start rocking my dad bod.
- Ooh.

Seriously, though,

whatever it takes, I am in.

I'm 100% on Team "Let's Do This."

Me too.

And I'm thinking we can make

Team "Let's Do This" a little bigger?

Maybe we could ask Lizzie
and Diego for help.

They went through all
this fertility stuff

when they were trying to get pregnant.

It's how they ended up with twins.

Okay. Well, let's ask them.

And hope to be 50% as
successful as they were.

Yes.

Hey.

I feel like you've been
avoiding me today.

- I have been.
- Okay, I lied about Bark.

I'm sorry. I just wanted
to hang with you.

And it was fun. You gotta admit that.

So, unless you got another good reason

why you can't date me, then
you should consider it.

I'm quite the catch. Ask my dad.

Ohh.

There is another reason.

I'm very attracted to you.

Is it safe to date me now?

I really want to take you out,

but I am completely poor,
and it's almost my curfew.

Can I cook for you?

Look, Aiden, you're really sweet, but...

Stop.

You know how many girls
I've been given the

"you're really sweet, but..." line to?

Me neither, but a lot.

Which is another reason I
can't go out with you.

I know you, Aiden.
I've dated you before.

Way too many times.

I'm not doing it again.

Well, then let's not date.

We'll keep it casual.

That's the point, though.

I'm not looking for casual.

If I'm going to get
involved with somebody,

I want it to be serious.

I want him to be serious.

I am serious.

You stole a dog to hang out with me.

I borrowed a dog. Big difference.

I just can't.

I'll end up really liking you,

and then I'll wake up one day,

and you'll be on to the next girl,

and I'll have wasted a lot of time.

I'm not gonna... I'm not...
I'm not planning on meet...

Don't sweat it. You'll recover.

Tomorrow, you'll meet another cute girl

and forget all about me.

What if I don't?

You will.

Okay.

C-Can we be friends?

I really like hanging out with you.

You have female friends?

It's a brave new world.

What do friends do?

They hang out and don't have sex.

That sounds awful.

I'm listening. Tell me more.

Simple stuff.

Like, I'm going for a hike at
dawn the day after tomorrow.

"Hike" and "dawn" are my

two least favorite words.
You just combined them.

I'm in.

I wasn't actually inviting you.

I was just filling you in on my morning.

- That was so much fun.
- It really was.

If you'd told me a week ago

there was a beautiful woman out there

who would share my passion
for the history of aviation,

I'd have said you were crazy.

Well, if you'd told me
there was a man out there

who could feign interest in
the pharmaceutical industry

for the last three hours, I'd
have said you were crazy.

Oh, it really is interesting.

No, it's not.

It's really not.

But your enthusiasm is contagious.

Listen, Gina...

if you don't have plans this afternoon,

we could continue this
conversation over lunch.

I'd really like that.

But I do have plans.

Jean-Bean!

Hey, there. You ready to hit the market?

I am.

Give me just a second. Okay.

Hello?

Well, hello, Peter.

Ida.

Well, this is silly.

So silly.

You should probably just give up now.

She's playing on my team.

I really don't think she is.

But maybe we should ask her.

No need. I'll find out.

And I'll be thinking of
you when I take her home.

That's... No.

You know that's not what I meant.

I know what I wished you meant.

And I'll be thinking of
that on my way home.

Ha!

Oh, and, now, make sure
you lie perfectly still

with your hips above your
heart for at least 15 minutes

after you complete the
conception attempt.

You mean sex.

There's nothing sexy
about making a baby.

All right. Well, we should get going.

We got a big game today.

- Bye.
- Bye!

- Okay.
- Mm. Bye.

Seriously, Lizzie, thank you for today.

It means so much to have you and Diego

on Team "Let's Do This."

I love you, Stella, but
the only team I'm on

is Team "This is a Dumb-ass Idea,

and I Think You Two Are Crazy."

What?

You said you thought I was
gonna be a rock-star mom.

I do. Someday.

- No, you literally said...
- No, I know what I said.

That's when I thought you
were already pregnant.

How is this any different?

Well, if you were already pregnant,

I would have to be supportive.

I'm your sister. That's my job.

But it's also my job to tell you

when you're doing something stupid.

You told me that you and
Wes were having problems.

No, I-I said that
things were complicated

because of Dr. Grant and Pippa.

Honey, when other people
come into the mix,

it is a symptom of a bigger issue.

There is no bigger issue.

In fact, ever since Wes and I

have started talking
about having a baby,

things have been amazing.

We are on the same team,
and we have a plan.

Wes even turned down a
job in San Francisco

because of how excited
he is to have a baby.

Okay, but when do you get to the part

when you tell me how excited
you are to have a baby?

You know what?

If this is how you're
gonna be, you can leave.

Stell, you said it yourself...

You love that I'm always
straight with you.

Okay, that is all I'm doing here.

Kids don't fix problems.

They make them worse.

Before we had the twins,
Diego and I never fought.

But after?

Ooh, things got really hard.

We started fighting about everything.

We almost got a divorce, Stella.

We spent every Monday night
for two years in therapy.

You said you joined a bowling league.

Nobody "joins a bowling league."

Well, we don't really have a choice.

If we want to have a baby,
we have to start trying now.

There are other ways to have a baby.

You don't get it.

You don't get what it's like to live

with a ticking clock on your life.

I'm not you, Lizzie.

I don't get to sit at home
all perfect and fertile

with my feet up in the
air, taking my sweet time

to write some stupid children's book

that no one is ever gonna publish.

Okay. Uh, you know what?

Next time you need help
with something, call Aiden.

Ahh!

Girl problems?

Yeah. You?

Same.

What's up with yours?

She wants to date a "serious" person.

What about you? What's your problem?

The woman I like might like your mom.

That is also a toughie.

Yep. Couple of toughies.

Hey, there, stranger.

You got a sec?

Denise. Hey.

Ahh!

I'm gonna make myself a potpie.

Hey, you.

Hi.

What is all this for?

The candles are for romance,

and the pillows are for conception.

"Conception" is not a sexy word.

It really isn't.

But you are very sexy.

And so are you, so get over here.

After the market,

Gina asked me to help her
shop for home goods.

It was very intimate.

There was this one moment in
the small-appliance section...

ah, sparks were flying.

You sure it wasn't a
toaster short-circuiting?

You mock, but it was one of
the best dates I ever had.

I'm gonna call Diego and see
if she said anything about me.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah.

All good here.

Call away.

Okay.

Mom, I am on my way home,

and I picked up some
Chinese food for dinner.

Diego. Question. Gina.

That is not a question.

Did she say anything about me?

I feel like it's going well.

I threw her a wink, and it felt
like she caught it, but...

You want me to see if
she caught your wink?

Yes.

Uh, hold on one sec. Hello?

Diego, hey.

What's up, Pop?

I was just wondering...

has Gina said anything about me?

We had the best time at the museum,

but I'm a little confused
about where we stand.

That makes two of us.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Uh... hold on one sec.

Hey. Sorry.

Just do a little digging for me, okay?

I-I'll see what I can find out.

- Bye, Mom.
- Bye.

Hey, you still there?

Yeah.

So, you'll do a little recon for me?

Nothing I'd rather do.

You're the best.

Oh, boy.

I really am sorry about the
whole drug-bust thing.

I feel like it was my fault.

It wasn't. And don't be.

It was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

I think.

I hope.

Being optimistic.

Listen, my husband and I split up,

and I could really use some

casual fun in my life if you're game.

You know what's cool?

I think you are a beautiful woman. Like,

you are ridiculously hot.

And... I used to be so attracted to you,

but I'm not anymore.

How is that cool?

I guess it's not as cool for you.

It's more of a me thing.

I guess what I'm trying to say is,

the words "casual" and "fun"

are being replaced by "dawn" and "hike."

And that feels like progress.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Right. Also kind of a me thing.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna see if I can go
get in on that potpie.

You know what I was just thinking?

That I should win some sort
of award for what I just did?

That, and, also...

how cool would it be if
we just made a baby?

On our first try?

I mean, I know it's a long shot, but...

it's a nice thought, isn't it?

You told me that you and
Wes were having problems.

How am I supposed to feel about this?

How was I supposed to feel about you

spending the night in Seattle?

It's a shame I didn't meet
you seven months ago.

I was supposed to marry her.

When other people come into the mix,

it is a symptom of a bigger issue.

Wes even turned down
a job in San Francisco

because of how excited
he is to have a baby.

If we're gonna make this
happen, I need to be here.

I want to be a dad.

Kids don't fix problems.

They make them worse.

Stell?

You okay?

I don't think I can do this, Wes.

I'm not ready to have a baby.

I don't understand.

You said that you
wanted our little girl.

What changed?

I just got this clean slate, you know?

And I've been trying to figure
out who I'm supposed to be.

And I realize that every choice,

every single decision I've ever made

has been based on me being sick.

Birthdays on hold. Christmas in July.

Thanksgiving on Easter.

And it's not just because
it's a better holiday.

It's because nobody thought

that I would make it to November.

Even you and I got married because

we thought we had no time.

What are you saying?

I'm saying...

we need to take our time here.

We... can't rush into having a baby.

But you heard what the doctor said.

If we don't do this now, then
we might not get to at all.

Then we might not get to.

Not in the way we imagined, anyway.

Hey, but there are other
ways to be a family.

Yeah, okay. Okay.

Oh, you know what?

It's not okay.

I get it.

But we're married, Stells.

So you don't get to make all
the decisions all the time.

We're a team.

I don't make "all" the decisions.

Yes, you do.

All the important ones, anyway.

Every conversation that we
have is about your wants

and your needs and your feelings.

But this... this is our life.

Together.

So, when are we gonna
talk about what I want?

I'm gonna stay at Diego's tonight.

Good.

Come on.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

Which, for me, is still very early.

I didn't think you were gonna make it.

I almost didn't.

Turns out I have a morning curfew, too.

The neighborhood was not
thrilled by the piercing alarm

that went off when I tried to leave.

Well, sounds like you're all warmed up,

which is good 'cause we
got five miles to burn.

Five miles?

We're walking five miles on purpose?

You do know what hiking is, right?

Where's your water?

We're supposed to bring our own water?

You can have some of mine.

Are you ready for this?

Honestly, I don't know.

You, uh... You have to pick one.

Wait. Ida's gay?

Oh, God.

That was her winking at me.

I thought she just had an eye thing.

Peter is a great guy.

And he's into you.

Look, I like Peter,

but if this is going
to be weird for you,

I-I don't have to.

As long as it doesn't
affect my job negatively...

you have my total blessing.

I-I will have to talk
to Ida, though, so...

Well, anyone who would
go to this much trouble

to get keep their in-laws happy...

deserves that new territory.

Really?

Thank you so much.

I said you deserve it.

Didn't say you were gonna get it.

Let's see how this presentation goes...

D-dawg.

Hey, I-I told Ida

that I was not signing
off on that nickname.

I didn't know how Wes and I
were going to get through this.

And the worst part was, the one
person I wanted to talk to

wasn't speaking to me.

I would have come sooner, but...

the rosé had to chill, and

I couldn't find my copy
of "Sweet November."

What are you doing here?
I was so mean to you.

I'm your big sister.

I'll always be here.

No matter what.

She's as good as yours, Peter.

Thanks, Ida.

I appreciate the concession call.

All is fair in love and war.

For what it's worth, if she
were even a little bit bi...

she would have picked you.

Uh... duh.

I'm amazing.

Now, you two go have fun.

And, please, do all the
things that I would do.

Ready to go?

Ah.

That was fun.

You liked hiking?

No. Hiking was exhausting.

So, I'm moving into a
new place tomorrow.

How would you feel about
giving me a hand?

I feel like that's something you do

when you're sleeping with someone.

Or if you're friends with someone.

Then count me in.

Do I have to bring my own water?

Come on, Misty.

Ahh!

Mm!

What was that for?

Don't ask questions.

Women are confusing.

You were right.

There are bigger issues.

What are they?

Wes is amazing.

But I'm just not sure if
we're gonna last forever.

Do you still love him?

So much.

Then you don't give up.

You work on it.

I knew Lizzie was right.

I couldn't give up.

I was ready to fight for us.

I just hoped it wasn't too late.

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