The Heir. There Is No Spare

It is possible Sarah conceived on her wedding night.

Willie's salary as a Command Center Leader and Sarah's writing got them a few things. Most notably a kitchen and a few more walls.

The computer Sarah got as a bonus from her employer came in pretty handy too.

Sarah glowed while she carried. Willie agonized over whether he should tell her his secret. Perhaps now was the time. . ..

Willie: You know Mort, I don't see any reason to rock the boat. 

Mortimer: Rock which boat?

Willie: Nothing, Morty. Just lookit my boy! Isn't Sammy a beaut?

A beaut? Well, more like a geeky whiz kid.

Sammy:You have walls. Why can't I?

Sarah:We don't have all the walls.

Besides, you know your dad's greatest wish is to be Mr. Universe. We had to forgo a few walls for his equipment.

Plus, I'm starting a new job as a customer service rep and the money isn't pouring in like it used to from my books.

Sammy: But how'm I supposed to study outside? Anyways, daddy is a Space Cadet. He should be able to get me some walls. He works in space!

Willie: The boy is right, Sarah.

Sarah: All right. But we can't afford paint or floors.

That was all Sammy needed. He studied. Studied hard.

His astronaut dad was always on point.

Sarah, fickle as ever, could not stand the whining end users and left the world of technology. She decided to put her excellent culinary skills to good use and instantly regretted it. The hours took her away from her family. But it did provide paint and flooring.

So that by the time her Whiz Kid son's birthday came around, the house was up to snuff. 

Sammy wished he could be just like his dad.

And exactly like his mom.

And he got his wish. He's a materialistic bestselling author.