"A relaxing shower sounds good right now. Then we'll go downstairs and get you some ginger ale and whatever else you want." He looked down at the mess they'd made and frowned, picked up his discarded shirt and wiped off his stomach. "Next time I'll elevate you against the wall then. Keeps you upright at least," and he slid off the bed, still wiping at his stomach. He never really realized how much he actually did come until then. Tossing the shirt to some random corner, he leaned over and rubbed her belly to soothe it. "Don't want him upset already."