Amphitrite gave a little sound of indignation, having to move her feet out of the way. She had claimed the couch as her own but apparently he didn't seem to care at all. Not that he ever had. She sat up with great effort, leaned back to get as comfortable as was humanly possible while being now eight months pregnant.
"Well now you know. It's not like I ran off. I was in the hospital trying not to have a preterm baby. Forgive me if it clashed with your plans of keeping tabs on me. I didn't even want you there. That's why I asked Triton not to say a word to you." It was all true. She hadn't wanted Poseidon around her hospital room bothering her and making her more irritable.
Even now this conversation was starting to stress her out. She leaned her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. "It was stress. I went into labor because of stress. So please just lay off."