"When I was pregnant the first time I felt like I had to be a fashion plate," Khaat sighed. "I spent thousands and thousands. I'm not sure I want to spend that anymore. No offense, Brian."
"None taken," he laughed. "You spend what you want, Baby. If you want the best, we'll do it."
"But I have a lot of fall and winter and early spring stuff," she said. "Every season but summer."
"You will need almost entirely summer, Darling," Robert told her. "Very comfortable. Kate, I need you to go."
"You told my mother and not me?"
"Who else would I talk to?" he shrugged, as if it were natural.
"You both know this whatever-it-is and not me?"
"Yep," Robert said. "Deal with it."
"Don't worry, Dear," Kate said. "You know how protective your father is going to be this time. You've seen him deal with high risk pregnancies before."
"Not like this."
"You will always be his top priority in this life, my dear," Kate smiled. "And mine. No matter what. So, perhaps you and I can go to the grocery store while they're all still asleep, then maybe Jess and Angus can deal with breakfast, and we'll go shopping later. We'll put something in the oven to braise all day so dinner is done when we get home. Trust me. I've lived with your father too many years not to know how to multitask."
"You figure it out, then," she yawned.
"I already have," Kate smiled. She looked at Robert.
"Hormones," Robert said, with his usual smoothness.
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