Isaac was in the doorway, which meant Marcus either had to get past him, or stay where he was. Marcus decided staying put was fine, and keeping distance between them was better. "Next week. Monday," he answered, tossing the towel to one side. He hunted for his shirt, hands keeping busy trying to twist it right side out when his fingers ached.
"Don't comment on how big she'll be to her," he said flatly. "She cried when the healer showed her pictures of other mums of triplets, after we heard the heartbeats. Cried again when the healer said she might have to take it easy early. Can't tell if she's happy about shite, unhappy, or just crying because of the babies."