"I would bloody well hope not, having been preggers for the better part of two years," Bela kidded. She folded her legs underneath her, enjoying how soft the couch was. "Perhaps Dean and Soren will just wander back here eventually, and Dean can simply carry me to the hotel. Until then, I refuse to move." She smiled. "It was intelligent of you, mentioning in the invitation that everyone would be placed at five star hotels. Whenever there's free food and the chance of an enormous bed he doesn't have to change or clean, Dean is usually amenable." She rather liked the idea of a vacation with her husband, as much as she loved the children.