Noah's smile seemed to grow even larger at his father's words, until he was positively beaming with pride. Glancing at his mother, he nodded and looked back to Gabriel. "Okay!" he agreed, already moving off the bed and bouncing a bit from foot to foot in excitement. "I hope she don't sleep too long. S'not as good if the food gets cold."
Turning to head from the room, he paused after a few steps and glanced back with a slight frown on his face. "Daddy?" he murmured, "I don't have a card for Mommy. Y'don't think she'll be sad, do you?"
Of course, he could always make her a card, but Noah didn't really want to just toss together something at the last minute. He'd spent time on his dad's card and figured if he was going to give his mom one he should spend the same amount of time on it, too.