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.
"Fair enough." He pats the place under which Kerron-or-Aedyt rests.
"Sleep well, babe," he says, and he kisses her forehead.
She dozes her way through most of the remaining time until their appointment. Occasionally the baby kicks and she wakes up with a squeak or a giggle.
This surgery has historically been performed with a vampire tooth, but apparently Bella's been using her coins, as Rosalie is holding a scalpel instead. "So," she says, peering between the Joker and Nathan, "if she - he? - if your mate's not going to turn, how's this going to work? You going to magic the shell away or something?"
"Bella wished it away, but I wasn't being a human under it, I didn't have a medical emergency as soon as it was opened up," Rosalie says. "You'll need to be quick, or give someone else one of those coins - I can do it, or you can give it to Nathan, whichever."
"What kind of medical emergency?" she asks. "It'd have to be pretty brutal to get me; I heal fast these days."
"I think she'll be fine," Nathan says.
"Blood loss, broken spine, venom that doesn't turn me - been there, done that," she says cheerfully.
"When," says Nathan, a few moments later, and Rosalie cuts.
"It's a boy," breathes Nathan.
"Mind the teeth," advises Rosalie as she hands Kerron over to his unambiguous-daddy.
"Awww," says the Joker, a little breathlessly, as her spine uncracks and her abdomen pours out a gush of not-quite-venom and then seals itself. She wriggles, then holds out her arms. "I wanna kiss my munchkin," she declares.
"Usually at this point you'd be hurried into the turning room, and now I'm not quite sure what to do with you," Rosalie says to the Joker. "Can you walk? Do you want to just go back to Nathan's room? I suppose he'll have to be moved into family suites."
"Hiya, snugglebug," she murmurs, kissing Kerron's forehead. Then she looks up at Nate. "Where do you wanna go, hon?"
Rosalie, meanwhile, pulls some coins out of her pocket to clean up the operating table - these are not the Joker's transparent-with-color-flecks, but a bright and glowing gold.
"Goldie's been busy, I guess," she remarks, and gets to her feet, still cuddling Kerron.
"Her Majesty's interdimensional nickname is Golden," Nathan explains, "and she's not the first one the Joker met."
"That would be Stella," the Joker agrees. "Who I'm pretty sure still hates me, it makes me sad sometimes."
"Aw, babe," says Nathan. "She let you come here, didn't she?"
"Yeah," she says, stepping up to Nathan so she can lean against him, her arms being full of baby at the moment and therefore not available to hug him with. "But I don't think she was happy about it."
Kerron yawns and falls asleep.
"...Well, we know when he sleeps, now, six p.m., could be worse."