Dukey smiled at Clara, took her hand and kissed it gently. "Ya hear that? We're gonna be parents!" he said excitedly, then his smile slowly faded as the words sank in. "We're...gonna...be parents..." He felt light-headed, and sat down for a moment. He looked around for an oxygen mask, and finding none, he stood up and walked back to the reception area, still mumbling to himself, "parents...babies...kids..."<br/><br/>He was so caught up in what this all meant, that he didn't see the 'Caution - Wet Floor' sign over where they had just mopped. He slid on the wet tile, his feet spinning like in an old cartoon where the character's trying to run, but going nowhere. He managed to maintain an upright position, but just barely, and he continued to the desk, as if nothing had happened.<br/><br/>He smiled when the receptionist looked up, and stated calmly, "I'm Dukey Parent...umm, Dukey Pregnant..." He cleared his throat. "I mean Dukey Pookie. She's the one that's pregnant," he replied, gesturing toward Clara. "I'd like to arrange for my insurance to pay for this, and set up any subsequent visits, as required."<br/><br/>The receptionist tapped on her keyboard and brought up the results of the tests, and asked, "will you be covering Mr. Rudbutter, as well?"<br/><br/>It took him only a second to answer, and he did so in the affirmative, since Bubba was his best friend in the whole world. "Of course, I will. Least I could do. Uhh, is he going to be alright?" he questioned as he looked around, not seeing Marcel. "I realize we were done quickly, but shouldn't he be around, somewhere? Can I go in and see him?"