She didn't want to bring up the fact that now really wasn't a good time for them to be having children. When they were desperately trying to find their footing as it was. They were just trying to keep their heads above water and to add a baby to that was a terrifying concept. What if it was too much for them? Though she did appreciate the support. For everything they were already facing, he still held her against the rest of the problems of the world.
"Maybe not all," she said with a tiny laugh, her face still hidden. "Twelve around here would be a bit much." But she could already picture him in her head. A tiny baby boy with her eyes and Robin's smile. Sandy hair that curled around his face. And as he grew, he would, indeed, be every bit the handful his parents were. "Our poor friends," she said with a smile in her voice, though the tears were absolutely still there. "Can you just picture Much and Lydia as baby-sitters?"
She'd have to tell Lois. Her friend had been so excited for her. Maybe it was for the best that she hadn't let Morgana know.