INT. JO AND LINK'S APARTMENT – KITCHEN – NOON

The kitchen is warm and lived-in.
Sunlight spills across the dinner table. Crumbs everywhere. A half-colored drawing abandoned near Luna’s plate. A sippy cup sitting dangerously close to the edge.The smell of roasted chicken and baked vegetables lingers in the air.

Jo, Link, Luna and Scout sit gathered around the table.
Jo is cutting Scout’s food into smaller pieces, patient, unhurried, completely present.

SCOUT
(shaking his head)
I don’t want it.

He pushes a carrot slice dramatically to the side.

JO
Okay. That’s fine.
Just one more bite, and then you’re done.

Her voice is soft, steady — not negotiating, not threatening. Just calm.

She leans closer, lowers her voice like she’s sharing a secret.

JO (CONT’D)
It makes your muscles strong.

Scout eyes her suspiciously, then pokes the carrot with his finger.
Across the table, Luna swings her legs under her chair.

LUNA
Daddy, make him eat like you make me eat.

LINK
I do not make you eat.
You eat all by yourself.

LUNA
When you do the airplane.

Link grins.

He scoops a forkful and makes an exaggerated airplane noise toward Scout. Scout laughs, opens his mouth without realizing it.

JO
(to Luna, smiling)
See? Teamwork.

Luna beams. She likes being included.
There’s a small, quiet domestic peace in the chaos — clinking forks, little voices, the normal rhythm of a family meal.

Then—

LUNA
Daddy, what are the babies’ names?

Jo and Link both pause, just slightly.

LINK
We don’t know yet.

LUNA
Why don’t you know?

LINK
Because we haven’t decided yet.

A flicker passes between him and Jo. Unspoken.

LINK (CONT’D)
You want to help us?

Both kids light up immediately.

SCOUT
Yeah!

LUNA
Yes!

LINK
Okay. What should we call your sisters?

The suggestions come fast and unfiltered.

LUNA
Skye! Like in Paw Patrol!

SCOUT
Chase!

LUNA
Noooo, that’s a boy.

SCOUT
Princess Spider-Man!

Jo laughs despite herself.

LINK
Princess Spider-Man Lincoln.

Strong contender.

LUNA
Elsa!

SCOUT
Bluey!

LUNA
Rainbow!

SCOUT
Cookie!

Link nods seriously.

LINK
Cookie Lincoln has a certain ring to it.

Jo rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.

JO
We are absolutely not letting them vote.

LINK
This is market research.

The table dissolves into giggles again.

Jo gathers plates and walks to the sink.
Her smile fades as she turns away.

Water runs. 

Link finishes clearing the table, then joins her in the kitchen.

She’s rinsing dishes a little too carefully.

LINK
You okay?

JO
No. I’m not okay.
 
Still not looking at him.
She keeps her eyes on the sink.

JO (CONT’D)
They’re coming soon.
And we still haven’t agreed on anything.

LINK
We will.

She shuts off the water. The sudden quiet is heavier than the noise was.

JO
You say that like we have all the time in the world.

LINK
It’s just—
We don’t need to rush it.

JO
I’m not rushing it.
I just… don’t want to be standing there holding them and still arguing.

That lands.

He steps closer.

LINK
We’re not arguing.

JO
We kind of are. 
And they’re not even here yet.

A beat.

He exhales slowly.

LINK
I’m not trying to fight you.

JO
I know. 
But you shoot down every name I suggest.

There it is.

LINK
I’m not—
And you shoot down mine.

JO
Melody? Really?

LINK
Okay, maybe not Melody.

Jo exhales.

A flicker of humor, but it doesn’t fully break the tension.

He softens.

LINK
Hey. Come here.

He closes the distance gently.

A beat.

LINK (CONT’D)
I’m on your side.
I just want it to feel right for both of us.

JO
And what if it never does for you?

The fear comes out sharper than she means it to — her emotions closer to the surface these days, hormones quietly turning the volume up on everything.

Silence.

He studies her profile.

LINK
Maybe I just need a minute to catch up.

He steps even closer behind her. Close enough that she can feel his presence before he touches her.

He slides his free hand gently along her side — slower this time, less playful, more careful.

LINK
Hey.

He rests his forehead lightly against the back of her head.

LINK (CONT’D)
We’ll figure it out.

She exhales. The tension loosens a little, but doesn’t fully disappear.

From the other room—

LUNA
Can we name them Rainbow and Elsa?!

LINK
Still under review!

Jo leans back into him for just a moment.

She finally smiles again.

But there’s a weight behind it now.

Unresolved.

FADE OUT.