"We should," he agreed with a laugh. "I'm not so sure about the bedding, though."
Before she could move, he scooted down a bit, placing a hand on her belly. It was still mostly flat, being early days yet, but he already felt a bond with their child, and had taken to talking to the tiny person inside. It seemed to him that he should feel silly doing so, but he did not. "Do you hear this?" he asked incredulously. "I offer an easy solution for taking care of a mess, and your mother makes it a secondary plan. Typical; she has to do it the hard way."