Abbott House. Patch comes home to find Rose cooking up a storm. He reminds her that she's supposed to be resting. Rose says she feels just fine, and she's making a roast chicken and potatoes, which everyone loves. She adds that they're having rice pudding for dessert. "You know how Bright needs his sugar when he's feeling upset." Aw. Patch wonders what Dr. Atkins would think of this dinner. Rose says Dr. Atkins can bite her bum; she wants everyone to feel full and happy and safe when they tell them. I can't take it. Patch tells Rose she's a good woman. Rose goes to open the oven, stops, and grimaces in pain. Patch walks over and tells her to please sit down. She does, reluctantly, and Patch goes about washing the potatoes. He says he's been thinking that maybe they shouldn't tell the kids just yet; it might be better to wait until they know more about what's going on. Rose asks, "But, wouldn't they notice if I suddenly felt ill, or had to miss work?" Patch says sadly, they probably won't. "They're teenagers. They'd sooner notice a 2-for-1 sale on Stridex pads." He says they don't have to decide anything right now, though. Rose starts to cry. Patch puts his arm around her, and asks, "Sweetheart?" Rose complains that she can't even finish making a simple meal. Patch tells her that, first of all, there's nothing simple about a roast chicken, then says, "Rose, you have always taken care of me. Now it's my turn. Let me take care of you for a change." He kisses her on the head. Rose considers this, and decides, "Well, you better get a move on if you're going to get this feast to the table in time." Patch asks her if she'd prefer a lemon or herb-rubbed chicken. Rose thinks a lemon's always nice. "Then a lemon it is," says the best husband EVER, as he gets to chopping. Commercials.