The kitchen smelled of boiling pots of Earl Gray and sand.

When Layton and Descole moved into their super sweet home, Descole felt that something was missing. A few weeks after they had settled down, Descole came home from work with hundreds of bags of sand. He told Layton that he was going to turn the bathroom and possibly their bedroom into a beach. Layton shrugged it off without ever saying a word, knowing that the remodeling project would soon be dropped for yet another ridiculous and stupid idea.

Today Descole would be coming home later than usual from work (what he does for a living, nobody knows), so Layton decided to invite his friend Simon over for good company and afternoon tea.

"Lovely weather we're having, huh Simon?"

There was a hurricane outside.

Simon knew right away that something was troubling Layton.

"I'm sensing some depression here. Hershel, is everything okay?"

Layton took a quick sip of his tea and tried to change the subject.

"Lovely weather we're having, huh Simon?"

Sounds of heavy rain, gusty winds and neighbors screaming as their houses were being pulled out from the ground outside filled the silence in the kitchen.

"You know, Hershel," Simon spoke up, "we've been friends for, what? One week now? You can tell me anything."

"Descole wants to have a son named Dax but I'm not sure I want to be pregnant yet!"

Layton buried his head into his hands and sobbed. The married life was taking a toll on him.

"Can't you guys just adopt a son named Dax?

"No because nobody wants to name their baby Dax!"

By now Layton was curled in a ball on the floor, rocking back and forth to a pattern of boo-hoos and baby blues.

Simon could not bare to see his best friend in so much pain. He picked Layton up from the floor and sat him back down in his chair. Then he grabbed a couple of bags of Descole's sand and brought them over to the table they were sitting at.

"If this doesn't convince you to have a baby, then I don't know what will."

One by one, Simon poured the bags of sand into a big Ziploc bag he happened to have in his pocket. (Like Layton, Simon was a huge nerd and fascinated with dirt. He carried Ziploc bags with him everywhere in case he happened to walk upon dirt he's never seen before and wanted to take it home.) Once the bag was full, he passed it to Layton and told him to put it underneath the orange turtleneck that he was wearing.

Layton complied. The bags felt soft and squishy, but full, very full, like a pregnant lady's stomach that was full of baby. He liked the way it felt.

"That settles it! I'm having this baby! But how do I get pregnant?"

"It's actually very easy for a man to get pregnant," Simon said, taking a small folded piece of paper out from his coat pocket. "Take this pamphlet and read it carefully. It will teach you the secret position you and Descole need to do in order to get you pregnant."

"You're a true bro, Simon!"

They hugged each other like true bros and said their goodbyes because Descole could be heard stepping out of the carriage outside and would throw a fit if he saw Layton with another man in their house.