"We can worry about that later, Cass, but we might want to deal with the wards when we can. Who knows if when Aiden is old enough if they can be taken off. There's no sense in thinking ahead for the future. You sort of have to, now that we have to worry about Aiden," Percy said.
He squeezed Cass' hand. "I'm sure we'll find plenty to do until then. I'd rather like you when you're sane. You tend to do stupid things when you worry. We should go shopping. Children like more than healthy food, and maybe some toys and books to make him feel at home."
Percy shook his head. "I guess I could take some time off. Is the sofa all right?"