Impressed, Big Ears leaves with Abby, complimenting her on her perceptiveness, her "bedside manner of an ER doc and...empathetic eyes of an overworked nurse." She laughs sarcastically that she's got a whole passel of talents. "All I have to do is pass my boards," she sighs. Florina interrupts this -- is this whole show a series of interruptions? -- to ask Abby if she'll get Kerry for them, because when they asked for Kerry, Florina was directed to Abby, and that rings her shenanigans bell. "Just wait right here," Abby tells her. "Is there a problem?" Mr. Lopez asks. "No," Abby says brusquely, pushing through the double doors.
When Abby bursts into the lounge, Weaver of course isn't there. Dramatic baby-stealing music plays. Abby strides out of there trying to look unconcerned, only to bump into Florina, who ignored Abby's directive to stay put and apparently figured out how to bust through those unsecured swinging double doors, that evil genius. Abby roughly runs around them and tries to ask around about Kerry's whereabouts. Mr. Lopez -- who might actually really be the Lopezes' lawyer -- babbles on and on and on about the court agreement and violations and whatnot. "Shut up!" Abby barks at him. Wow, that's rude. I know she's frustrated, but...wow. She's as abrasive as bleach on a baby's skin.
Bursting outside, Abby sees Weaver with Henry in the ambulance bay, and the chimes of doom switch to the tinkling piano of a mother's love. I'm so grateful for the music, because without it, I wouldn't know what to think or feel. Weaver holds the baby up to the sky and gurgles at him. Florina, looking gray and angry, stalks up to her. "He likes to be held up the sky," Weaver says haltingly, in a really weird and overwrought Lifetime Television For Women moment. If Meredith Baxter-Birney shows up anywhere in here, I'll know that something went horribly wrong with my sister's VCR. Florina wordlessly takes Henry and hustles away with him, leaving a bereft Kerry. Abby sits down silently next to her, and they both watch Florina go. We fade to black relieved that the whole fleeing storyline didn't get dragged on and on, but honestly a little sad that it means we're going to have to sit through some courtroom crap.
Kem plays with a mobile that's hanging over the crib in the nursery. Carter struggles through the door with a giant present, which is apparently from everyone in the ER. "I was hoping for a puppy," Carter quips. "But I don't see any air holes." They open it; it's another crib. Carter jokingly asks if she's having twins, and then tells her he has to go to a board meeting at the old mansion. "Oh my God, John, we're having a boy," Kem frown-whines, also managing to work some awe into it. She can't believe it, and wonders if they really thought it through. Carter figures they didn't, but that they didn't overthink and overplan and analyze it to death, either, and that's why he thinks it's right. "This is a life that we're responsible for. You and me," Kem says, earnestly. Maybe she should eat something, then, so that she doesn't look quite so much like she's a slim woman who ate a few too many Whoppers that afternoon. "We're ready," he insists. Then he invites her to Gamma's mansion for the meeting, which doesn't interest her one iota -- not even when he entices her by suggesting she'll ruffle some feathers -- until she finds out she'll get to meet the elusive Pa Carter, a.k.a. Stephen Keaton.