"I'm pretty sure it's Henri, but we've never asked," Ronan stated with a small, goofy smile. "Hi pops. I'm Ronan, I think you just got mom pregnant with me."
"Yeah, actually I thought you meant that... Oh dammit, I guess we're going to have to drag the crib back out of the attic." Artan said with a lopsided smile. "And don't steal my chips. If you live here, you know where to buy your own." He looked over at Henry again and raised an eyebrow. "You already tell your mom, or should I?"