It was about 2 pm when they returned. They had bought so much that most of it had to be delivered by a truck from the mall. Whatever they did bring home with them was currently sitting in a pile of bags and boxes in the middle of the living room floor. Marilyn and Twiggy were just standing in front of the pile, not knowing what to do. Zim was on the couch with the baby sleeping peacefully in his lap. “So, what should we start with?” asked Marilyn. “We should probably start with painting the walls.” said Twiggy. “Alright then. Lets get started.” Marilyn replied. They each picked up a can of the bright pink paint Twiggy had picked out and and some paint brushes. “Would you mind keeping an eye on the baby for us Zim?” Twiggy asked. “Sure, I needed something to do anyway.” answered Zim. “Thanks Zimmy!” Twiggy said as he ran up the stairs. “No problem.” Zim said.
Twiggy and Marilyn set the paint supplies down on the floor in the free room that was next to their bedroom. Twiggy looked around the room. “Wheres the floor cover?” He asked. Marilyn bent over and picked up the package that held the floor cover. “You mean this thing?” he asked. “Yes, that thing.” Twiggy said, rolling his eyes. He took the package and opened it up. “Help me spread this out.” Twiggy said. He grabbed one end while Marilyn grabbed the other. They laid it out so that it was covering every inch of floor. They did not want to have to scrub paint off the floor. They opened the cans of paint and began painting.
Twiggy started painting one wall while Marilyn was painting another. After Twiggy had already finished one wall, he stepped back to admire his work. He looked over at Marilyn who had also finished the wall he had been working on and he was already starting another. Twiggy was about to get started on the last wall but decided to have some fun first. He went up to Marilyn with a paintbrush in his hand and splattered the pink paint all over his face and arms. “What the fuck are you doing??!!” Marilyn shouted. “Are you fucking crazy?!” Twiggy giggled and ran to the other side of the room. “Its not fucking funny Twiggy!” Marilyn yelled. “Its just paint Marilyn. It comes off.” Twiggy said. “That doesn't mean I want it all over me.”said Marilyn angrily. Twiggy walked over to Marilyn and wrapped his arms around him. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off.”said Twiggy. Marilyn sighed. “Its okay Twiggs.” he said. Then Marilyn took his paintbrush and splattered Twiggy with paint. “Hey!” Twiggy shouted. “You deserve it.” Marilyn said. “Yeah, your right.” Twiggy said, smiling.
After the last two walls were painted, Marilyn and Twiggy made their way back downstairs. Zim looked up at them as they entered the room. “What the hell happened to you guys? I thought you were painting the room, not each other.” he said. “We got a little carried away.” said Twiggy. Zim shook his head. “Of course you did.” he said. “ Wheres everyone else?”asked twiggy. “Pogo's in the bathroom, Tim's in the kitchen and John and Ginger are upstairs in their bedroom.”Zim replied. “Oh, okay.”Twiggy said. He then looked over at the baby who was trying to fit her whole fist in her mouth. He smiled at how cute she looked. “Well I should go wash all this paint off.” said Marilyn. “Me too.” Twiggy added. Then they both went over to the bathroom to wash up. Pogo exited the bathroom just as they approached it. “You guys look hilarious.” he said, Laughing a little. “Yeah yeah we know.” said Marilyn.
Later that night, Marilyn and Twiggy were lying on their bed with the baby. Twiggy was tickling her belly and Marilyn was softly stroking the soft brown hair on her head. Twiggy looked up at Marilyn. “You know what, we didn't name her yet.” Twiggy said. “Does she already have a name?” asked Marilyn. “I don't know.” Twiggy replied. “Well, check her clothes or something. Maybe her name is on them.”Marilyn said. Twiggy checked her clothes, her blanket and even the basket she came in. There was no name anywhere. Then Twiggy saw the gold bracelet around her wrist. “Hey, there's something written on her bracelet.” he said. On the bracelet them name 'Ramona' was clearly written in cursive letters. “I think her name is Ramona. That's what is says on her bracelet.” Said Twiggy. “Okay, then we don't have to name her.” said Marilyn. “Ramona. I like it.” Twiggy said happily.
Marilyn looked down at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. “Looks like someones tired.”Said Marilyn. “Well, it is pretty late. And she did have a long day, so she should be tired.” Twiggy said. “Lets go put her to bed.” Marilyn picked up the sleeping baby and carefully placed her in her crib, which they had set up in their room for the night so the walls in her room could dry. They smiled down at her. Then each of them placed a kiss on her head and went to their bed. Twiggy snuggled up into Marilyn's chest. “Good night Marilyn.”he said. “Good night Twiggs.” Marilyn replied. Marilyn kissed the top of Twiggy's head. Then they fell asleep snuggled up into each others chests.
