"I don't know how you do it," Izzy shook her head. She couldn't imagine being in Peggy's shoes, with two husbands, a toddler, a supersoldier preschooler, and another baby on the way. Not that she had standing to throw stones, she thought with a glance at her own stomach.
"I just try and ride on top of the chaos, Peggy. Between future children showing up full grown, people aging up or aging down or changing shape I have a hard time keeping up with events. Add morning sickness on top of it? Well.." She shrugged.
Lillian toddled over to Mouse's bin of squeaky toys, curious at the sound. Vivian seemed content with watching Stevie like a hawk, fascinated.