Pleione smirked, "You, sir, are a terrible liar. And now I'll have to prod Prometheus for some stories," she grinned. "Yes, as long as they're well, safe, and not in harms way I'm happy."
Nowadays fathers were allowed in the birthing room. Actually, everyone and their doc apparently. But Pleione was a very private person and only wanted the one person she trusted more than anyone in the world. She smiled fondly at him. "Just make sure I'm not too critical about who we choose. I don't want a doctor, trying to convince me to get drugs I don't want or need. But a midwife, I'm alright with that. It's how things used to be."