"Well, she's supposed to see our specialist tomorrow. I found out there's a baby pool at the clinic, and they're taking bets. Some are betting its a boy, some are betting its a girl, and some are betting on triplets for some oddball reason. It had better not be freaking triplets." Robert roared with laughter."
"Don't laugh, Robert," Kate said. "Remember what I told you. Twins and triplets run in the Fawcett family. Just because Khaat didn't have a twin or two, doesn't mean Khaat won't have a twin or two or three or four."
"Four?" Robert frowned. Now it was Jeffrey's turn to laugh.
"I think quintuplets would certainly be newsworthy, even if you weren't a former minister," Jeffrey teased.
"Nope. Nope, nope, nope," Robert said, absolutely not having any of it.
"Thank you, Jess. I'm sure any blankets you would have would be much appreciated," Jeffrey said
"Wassat?" Abbey asked Ruby as she talked of the Milky Way.
"Remember that big ribbon of light I showed you at night?" Robert asked Abbey. She nodded.
"Where milk comes from!" she piped up.
"Close enough," Robert laughed.
"How we get it down, Papa?"
"It's not really where milk comes from, Abbey," Kate laughed. "It's just a silly name. You know where milk comes from."
"Moo Cows," she nodded.
"That's right," Kate said.