Elsie pulled a face at his teasing about the tears, relieved that he too was happy. It was easy to see at home, but she did still worry about how it was going at work—

"I'm huuuuge," She sobbed, tears a product of laughter and discomfort. It was a strange mixture of emotions that she didn't exactly know how to let out. Looking at him incredulously, she pouted. "And it's your fault!" Elsie rubbed her belly with one hand, using the other to shove him playfully. It was his fault he was so lovable and she was happy. She was grateful, obviously, but pregnancy always sent her emotions for a loop.

Bentley toddled over and climbed into her lap now, clearly a little startled by all her noise. Els buried her nose into his curls, before peering over at Tyb again. "In all seriousness though, do whatever will keep you happy at work, we can figure the rest out." She blew out a steadying breath, managing a better smile.