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Medical Center. VIP Ward.
Mary was pissed. She full-on yelled Sheldon's whole name.
In the world of American TV shows, shouting someone's full name is no joke—it's serious business. You'd better pay attention when it happens!
"What's wrong?"
Sheldon threw his hands up, totally clueless. "I was giving a compliment!"
"Emilia, don't be mad."
Missy jumped in, wrapping an arm around Emilia, who looked confused, hurt, and on the verge of tears. "Sheldon's just saying he hopes you turn into Wonder Woman!"
Then she glanced at Beatrix, whose face wasn't exactly thrilled. "Aunt Beatrix, you might not know this, but Sheldon's obsessed with comics. All those superheroes? They're his idols. And Wonder Woman? She's the toughest female superhero in comic land. She's been through pain and setbacks but worked her butt off to become the most badass woman in that world—a role model for all girls. That's Sheldon's big blessing for Emilia!"
She shot a glare at Sheldon, leaning forward a bit with her long legs, oozing threat vibes. "Right, Sheldon?"
"Of course! What else could I mean?"
Sheldon instinctively hunched over, hands guarding his front, then tilted his head, confused. He raised a finger. "But, uh, I gotta correct one thing. Whether Wonder Woman's the strongest female superhero in comics? That's still up for debate. Captain Marvel from the Marvel side has some thoughts on that…"
"Shut it!"
Mary snapped.
"Sheldon's just too honest for his own good. He sucks at talking."
Emilia gave Adam a skeptical look, so he stepped in with a grin. "Yeah, but he's not crazy!"
"I'm not crazy!"
Sheldon's eyes bugged out as he glared at Adam. "My mom had me tested!"
"That was some half-assed test from way back."
Mary knew Sheldon didn't mean any harm, but what he'd said earlier was way too harsh—especially for her dying cousin Beatrix and Emilia, who'd just lost her mom. So now, she had to chew out her precious son a bit to smooth things over for them.
"I regret cheaping out on a random doctor for that diagnosis," she added.
"Mommy~"
Sheldon whined, looking at Mary all pitiful-like.
"No pouting!"
Mary barked. "Apologize to your Aunt Beatrix and cousin Emilia now."
"But, Mom…"
Sheldon was so wronged. 😢
"I'm not saying it twice!"
Mary's big eyes glared, scary as heck.
"No need, I get it."
Beatrix, lying in the hospital bed, finally caught on. Her nephew Sheldon might look tall and lanky like an adult, but he was basically a giant baby—less mature than her own daughter. Kids say dumb stuff, right? Plus, she bought Missy's explanation: this was just Sheldon's childish way of giving Emilia his biggest blessing.
"Thanks, Sheldon. I hope Emilia can grow into an amazing woman like you wished, with all your love and support."
"We hope so too."
Sheldon stared at the woman on the bed who looked exactly like his mom. "Are you really gonna die?"
"Sheldon Cooper!"
Mary shouted again.
"It's fine, Mary."
Beatrix waved off the scolding, smiling at her big-baby nephew. "Yeah, Sheldon, I'm gonna die soon."
Sheldon glanced between Beatrix and his mom—two identical faces. It threw him off. He looked at Beatrix, all serious and kid-like. "Can you not die?"
"Everyone dies eventually."
Beatrix picked up on Sheldon's shifting emotions. Now that she really got who he was, she smiled warmly. "But with you all here, our lives weren't wasted. We've been happy, and your happiness will keep ours going. So promise me you'll all be happy, okay?"
"Mommy~"
Sheldon's eyes darted between Beatrix and Mary. His big brain kicked into overdrive, imagining his mom on that bed. His face twitched, and he burst into tears. "Hngh… hngh… hngh…"
Little cousin Emilia stared, dumbfounded. "…"
George Jr. and Missy turned away, cringing with secondhand embarrassment.
Adam and Paige's lips curved up, smirking at the scene.
"Oh, Shelly-bean~"
Mary saw her son crying for real and forgot all about his rude comments. She rushed over, hugging him as he sobbed into her chest, comforting him. "Don't cry, sweetie, don't cry."
"Mommy, I love you."
Sheldon buried his face in her arms, bawling. "Please don't ever die."
"Mommy's right here. I'm not going anywhere."
Mary patted his back, kissing his head.
Sniffle!
Emilia, who'd been gaping, got hit right in the feels. She threw herself onto her mom's bed, sobbing.
Sheldon's mom wasn't dying—but hers was.
"Waaahhh…"
Sheldon, who'd started calming down, heard his little cousin's wails and went from quiet sniffles to full-on crying again.
Crying's contagious, like puking—especially with two emotional kids involved.
Two identical moms kicked into gear, consoling their breaking-down kids.
"Whoa, whoa, what's going on? Did I miss something?"
Sheldon's grandma strutted in, decked out in a fresh, trendy outfit. She peeked over her sunglasses, joking, "Don't blame me—blame Atlantic City!"
"Mom!"
Mary shot her mom an annoyed look.
"Meemaw~!"
Sheldon, somewhat soothed by now, perked up at seeing another of his favorite people, calling out with a teary voice.
"What's wrong, Moonpie?"
His grandma looked at him, all doting and soft.
Every family loves their own kid best, right? Sheldon adored his mom and grandma because they adored him back.
"Enough already!"
George Jr. couldn't take it anymore, raising his voice. "This is supposed to be Emilia's birthday party! It's supposed to be fun! Sheldon, suck up those tears—how old are you, crying like that? Embarrassing much?"
"George Jr.~!"
Mary and Sheldon's grandma both glared at him.
"God help me, this is my family."
Missy facepalmed nearby.
Paige nudged Adam.
"Ahem."
Adam coughed lightly, stepping in to play peacemaker. He smoothed over the double-cry-fest, handed out imaginary awards to Best Actor Sheldon and Best Actress Emilia, calmed everyone down, and suggested they head out for the party.
Beatrix, stuck in bed with her condition, would get wheeled out later to watch Emilia dance in her party dress for a bit. The rest of the time, she'd stay in the ward with Mary keeping her company.
"Wait!"
Just as everyone nodded at Adam's plan and started following him out, Sheldon—tears wiped, head popping out of Mary's hug—raised a hand to stop them.
"What now?"
Everyone turned to him.
"I didn't finish my detailed analysis on who's stronger: Wonder Woman or Captain Marvel," Sheldon said, dead serious. "We need to start with their origins…"
Everyone: "…"