"The Chair? But.... Yes. The chair works fine too."
For the love of Hades she hated these moods. She watched him go to the chair, taking a moment to breath, then followed him over, turning to sit on his knee, her back to his chest. She took her his hand, pressing it lightly to the side of her still mostly-flat abdomen, and leaned her head back on his shoulder. "Works better if you close your eyes..." She closed her own, and concentrated, barely breathing until she felt the tell-tale punch of a little foot against his hand.