"Do you think they're okay?" Daizi asked quietly, still leaning against her husband, "I'm worried they probably both hate me, now."
"Why would they hate you? And, why would they only hate you?" Dark asked, fiddling around with her hair. She just had so much of it, and he fought tirelessly to keep it neat.
"Because they're kids and even though I'm sure they both know you're involved in making this, I'm the one who is actually carrying the baby, so if they're going to direct their upset somewhere, they'll put it onto me. Your job is complete until I give birth, presuming we make it until then, so you can just stand at a distance." She wasn't mad at him, because she wasn't upset enough to become unreasonable. But she was concerned, she didn't want to become, in their eyes, the villain who tore their comfortable little family apart. And worse, she didn't want their baby to be viewed that way, because they had no control over any of it. But if anyone is would be viewed as an interloper, it'd be the raspberry she was smuggling. And as the raspberry became much larger than a raspberry, and she expanded to accommodate, it would be a constant visual reminder of what had changed.
"What I think," Dark said, considering it, "is they can't possibly be more upset about you being pregnant than they were when they thought you were dying. I think they both like you too much to be upstairs thinking, 'oh no, she is pregnant, why could she have not just been dying?' and if I am right about that, then I think they will eventually accept it, and maybe one day even decide they are excited about it."
Daizi hadn't thought about how their baby was, in a way, the alternative ending to her telling them she was very ill and dying, and she hoped her husband was right and the twins, somewhere in the back of their minds, saw it that way too. "Are you excited about it? I don't think I've asked you that since my procedure."
"Spider," he smiled-- and actually smiled, like normal people do, although for him it was his more subtle version of a grin, "I cannot express how excited I am. And I really, really hope that it is a girl," they already had boys, and he couldn't help but think of getting to braid her hair before school or the surprise on all the boys' faces when some girl is just as tough as any of them. But all that was a long way away, "but dinner is getting cold, and I think we should eat, especially if you are not nauseous tonight, and because if everything goes well, who can say how often we will ever be alone at dinner again."