J.J. had probably neve once in his life been politically correct. It had never escaped his notice that until a baby was born and about a month old, it still looked like a small alien in his opinion. His own kids included. Therefore, it deserved a silly sounding name. And fetus was technically the correct therm to boot!
"They're great. Still too young for school though. She has them at some mommy-and-me art classes today. I believe I will be coming home to misshapen clay things or finger paintings on the fridge. Apparently they are very talented." If by talent, one meant desceptively small tornadoes, then he would have to agree. Their loft apartment was covered in wall scribbles. Thankfully, they owned it, and weren't renting.
"Nice. Tell him I want private screening tickets." He was joking of course. He gave Abby a smirk and sucked down some more soda. "Well way to be a negative Nancy. It might actually be temparate, or maybe you'll get a break and pop before your due date. You know, just a little early." He added.