Nathan laughs. "Of course it is. Your opinion on names about where it was last time?"
"Not really. Aedyt-or-Payl, then?" says Nathan, patting his mate's belly. "We should tell Kerron tomorrow noonish."
She conjures herself a big plate of French toast.
Noonish the next day arrives. Nathan prompts the Joker when this occurs.
[You conjured an old-fashioned deep-sea diving bell and I need to come see the new species of shark you've just discovered?] Kerron replies, who has inherited his father's habit of wild guesses in response to prompts like this.
[Hah. 'Course you are. Empty nesters,] teases Kerron. [Due in, what, three weeks?]
[Yep! You are the first to know - well, third - blab it all over town or keep it a surprise, whichever makes you happy.]
[Come by Safesun after Rosalie slices and dices you, the local vibrant hybrid community'll throw the kid a party.]
[Aedyt, since you're not using that one, if it's a girl, Payl for a boy,] supplies Nathan.
[Good, munchkin was my adorable childhood nickname. But you better not have too many or you'll run out of cute words that end in -kin and have to call somebody "gherkin" or something.]
[Are you unable to envision your mum affectionately addressing a small child as "gherkin"?] asks Nathan.
Nathan snickers both aloud and by brainphone.
He continues going about his life. People can notice his pregnancy all by themselves. He'll worry about getting an appointment with Rosalie when Nathan says it's time to.