Kit snorted, turning the sound into a cough as he took a sip from his glass. He knew perfectly well where this was going. Seren glanced at Dorian with a grin of her own.
"Well, you already have such a heavy burden at full moon," she teased their friends. "Between the triplets, the twins, their little brother, and Leo ... perhaps it would be cruel to ask you to take on one more."
Delilah merely smiled sweetly. "If you don't think we can handle them, just say so," she said before adding, "Besides, we need the practice handling a baby girl, don't we, querido?"
"Don't say so, she'll take it as a challenge," Kit advised, laying a plate in front of his wife before handing Leo a rolled up piece of ham to chew on. He caught his wife's look, a softer smile crossing his face. "That we do."
"No, I mean, we really need the practice," Delilah repeated, giving her husband a look that said he might want to think about that harder. Though she had no idea whether they were having a boy or a girl, she had missed one cycle and was pretty sure she was pregnant. Dorian took a bite of his sandwich to hide the grin on his face. If he understood what it was Lilah was trying to get at.
This time, Kit really coughed, catching on at the second attempt with juice spraying out of his nose.
Leo cackled, waving his handful of meat at his father. "Dadada bllllrrrrm!"
"Of course, girls aren't much different than boys until they're older, I suppose," Lilah continued. "Diapering is probably easier, and girls don't need to learn how to aim."
At this, Dorian couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, that's a plus."
"Seeing as Leo's aim is as good as his comical timing, I think we can breathe easier than you two," Seren agreed with Dorian, swallowing her mouthful with a smile.
Delilah merely smiled sweetly over at her husband and handed him a napkin to mop up the juice he'd just sprayed from his nose. "Dada is a silly man, isn't he, ninito?" she asked the toddler, not really expecting an answer.
Kit was laughing now, though, even as he wiped up his face. "He clearly gets his timing from his mother," he managed, sniffling in amusement. "I've always been more of a dramatic monologues man."
"Have you nothing to say about this, querida?" Delilah asked Kit with a pretty pout on her face. Dorian knew better than to butt in, but couldn't help but smirk knowingly over at Seren.
Ignoring the knowing looks between the other couple, Kit wiped the last of the juice from his face to smile over at Delilah. "It's a bit sooner than you told me to wait for," he said, his smile deepening. "But are you really expecting me to be anything but thrilled?"
"Well, I am sure Leo will be out of diapers by then," Delilah reasoned, perhaps more for her own reassurance than his. "I have not seen the midwife yet, but I am pretty sure."
"I'll get right on the potty training with a vengeance," Kit promised, reaching over to tickle Leo's chin. "You and me, kiddo, are going to learn all about the wonders of plumbing."
Leo giggled at his father's affection and tried and failed to repeat the word "plumbing". "You have about eight months," Delilah warned, the remark aimed at her husband, not their son. "But that is not why we are here. We are here to celebrate the birth of this lovely ninita," she said, looking back at Seren and the baby. "We are so very happy for you both," she added, speaking for both herself and Kit.
"It wouldn't have happened without you," Seren said softly, firm in her belief that it had been Delilah's intervention that had lead to this feeling of absolute contentment now she sat with her mate and their child. "And why can't we celebrate it all together? We're family, you're part of our pack. How many other couples can say they've got wolves for babysitters?"
"How many can say they babysit for wolves?" Delilah countered, smiling warmly at her friend, who she thought of as a sister.
Dorian lifted his glass of juice to toast their lives. "To us! May we live long and happy lives and have lots of children!" he said, though he'd be just as happy with one as with six.
"Hear, hear!" Kit raised his own glass, one hand wrapping Leo's pudgy fist about the handle of his sippy cup so the toddler could join in the toast with everyone else.
"To family," Seren agreed, laughing a little as Asha let out a perfectly timed fart as the toast was joined.
Dorian laughed upon hearing Asha put her two cents in. "To family," Delilah echoed, smiling with warm affection at her husband and friends and children. Deciding to settle down near their friends was the best decision they'd ever made.
For a moment, there was stillness, with each of them considering their own place in their strange but perfect family grouping, before Kit put his glass down, leaning forward on his elbows. "So what are we going to call our daughter?" he asked Delilah, not even considering that it might be another boy brewing inside her.
She smiled sweetly back at her husband, and without a moment's hesitation said, "We could name her Kitty, but that might be confusing." She had not really thought too much about names yet, just getting used to the idea of having another child.
"Christina," Kit corrected his wife playfully, chuckling. "Kitty sounds ridiculous unless you're eighty years old and embracing your long-lost youth with rainbow hair and flares."
Delilah pouted again. "I kind of like Kitty," she muttered to herself. "Christina Seren, perhaps?" she suggested. She'd rather name their daughter in honor of her closest friend than herself, which she thought was a little too egotistical. "Or perhaps Dorianna?" she teased, smirking over at their friend.
It was Dorian's turn to sputter. "Please, don't," he insisted.
"Lily's a good name, too," Seren offered with a soft smile. She shifted, carefully handing Asha over to Dorian so she could eat her own lunch now he was close to finishing.