The Joker is awfully domestic, in his way. He makes pretty clothes. Nathan's perfectly happy to be a clothes horse for his sartorially-inclined mate. Some of the clothes are distinctly feminine, and Nathan does not wear those, although the Joker could probably talk him into a kilt, even if that's not a Manx thing but only their neighbors.
"The capital sites are all equipped for it, a lot of the people who come in for turning are pregnant, but we can just skip that with you. Give me a day's notice, please."
"We do!" she says cheerfully, and transfers most of them. Unlike previous times, though, she keeps a few of each kind for herself.
Bella observes that but doesn't remark on it. "Thanks," she says. "I'll see you in a couple weeks more."
"Ascon, Kerron, Payl. If it's a boy. Girls - Aedyt, Jony, Myghin. Lots of them really, but I like those."
Well, that leads to predictable places. She's not that pregnant yet. Heck, the baby hasn't even started breaking her ribs.
Yeah, if she keeps the baby, she is definitely going to miss the sex.
About a week later, Nathan says, "This is the best time to ask if you've made up your mind."
"All right," he says, and kisses her. "What d'you want to name it? Do you want to hang out with the Golden Coven more so there's babysitters?"
"I dunno," she says, "babysitters like who? I guess the munchkin should have the opportunity to make friends, too..."
"Gonna be close to Henry's age, and if Rosalie gets her way, close to Henry's next little sibling's age. It'll grow past any wolf pups it meets but there's those around too," Nathan says. "Coven's full of people who'd look after a little half-vampire for a while. They make easy babies, they don't cry much, diapers are not called for, etcetera."