Ita McNairee: *Ita rubs her stomach in iritation, muttering in a low gaelic snarl all the punishments she's going to visit upon her Archibald should he not stop trying to jab a hole through her gut, she's panting a little, a habit she's picked up lately as the ever growing boy pushes up against her lungs, a huffed sigh as she waddles heavily from the bathroom towards the kitchen, husky trailing along behind her*

Aerin Thomas: Aerin stands over the stove, heating formula for Tori, humming a little as he does. The Garou looks frighteningly domestic, in a T-Shirt and jeans, the trench coat off and resting in the closet. The hair is pulled back into a ponytail, goateee clean and well-trimmed and shaped. If not for the shoulder holster around him, he would look truly worlds different from the Aerin of just a few months ago. No world-ending crises to worry about...just the simple problems of a life at home, work, and a pregnant mate. And those problems, he's tackled with as much gusto as he did the Bane Mummy, or anything else.

Ita McNairee: feedye tae bears ah will.. *she threatens with a grimace as Archie responds to her grumping with a karate kick to something vital. the little pikey is looking as shaggy as ever, a huge t-shirt stretched over her belly, hair having grown out in the last months, a tangled sort of mess about her back, she rests a hand on the thin garou's hip as she waddles into the kitchen with a faint tinkle of charms* thank ye darlin.

Aerin Thomas: "You know, idle threats aren't going to make him stop..." He smiles a little and leans over, kissing her forehead. "If he's anything like his mother, he'll be far too stubborn for that." A little wink. "Can I get you anything?"

Ita McNairee: stubborn am ah? *she gives a mock frown and pinches him in retailation* ye've anythen wha cures babe? nae? .. then reckon ah'm peaches.. cepten tha yer lads a damned footballer. .. yer taken care o tha lass loves?

Aerin Thomas: "I am." He nods, looking over to the crib in the main room, where Tori is just starting to get cranky. "She's doing fine. Just getting close to supper time, is all."

Ita McNairee: hmm *she hums and nods, resting her forehead on his side* yer gien aft easy sae far.. aye? recht nooow ah'm the only wan feeden tha lad. soon eno ugh we'll 'ave tae ta look afty. *a wry sort of grin and a chuckle as she looks up at him* reckon ye didnae figure awn being a da tae a set o babes a year agawn.. ded ye?

Aerin Thomas: "Nope." He shakes his head with a little smile, almost a blush. "Most certainly didn't. In fact, I would have laughed if someone had told me that." He chuckles a little, remembering for the umpteen millionth time what a year this has been. "'course, I also never would have thought I'd be happy about it if it happened, and hey, check it out. I am, deliriously so."

Ita McNairee: *she beams up at him, smile faltering a little as the baby lays in with a sharp jab, hand catching hold of his hair elastic and dragging his hair loose as she makes to scamper away.. but alas.. she's just too huge to scamper, and the kitchen is small with aerin, ita, and brutis all jockeying for position*

Aerin Thomas: "Hey!" He grins a little bit and turns off the burner, turning to slip an arm around the Rroma woman, catching her and supporting her easily. "Sneaky little minx," he says with a chuckle. "What is it with people and my hair ties?"

Ita McNairee: ah'm a tinky doves.. *as though that explains it* ye've lovely hair darlin.. es aul.. *she curls the band up in her hand, ignoring the husky's growl as she nods* ye've settled lately.

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit. "I know." A light sigh, not regretful at all, as he shrugs. "Who'da thunk it, eh?"

Ita McNairee: *a bangled hand comes up to scruff his goatee and tug his hair, confident he can support her weight as she leans to do so. a soft smile* och loves.. yee deserve a bit o good.. aye? *a nod and sigh as the little girl in her crib starts to fuss and squall*

Aerin Thomas: "I suppose so." He looks up at the cries from the crib, chuckling. "Yes, I know, honey. I'm coming." He plucks the bottle up and, after a quick kiss to his mate, maneuvers out of the kitchen, toward the crib.

Ita McNairee: *ita, remembering what she'd come to the kitchen for in the 1st place, busies herself with trying to open a pickle jar*

Aerin Thomas: He leans down, gently picking the crying infant girl up and out of the crib. He cradles her in his arm, bringing the bottle to her lips. He rocks her slightly as she feeds, looking at her with a soft smile, before he glaces up at Ita. "Having problems, love?"

Ita McNairee: nae! *a pounding of the jar on the counter, a muttering in gaelic, some gypsy curses invented and liberally applied.. she finally gets it open and retreives a pickle, munching happily as she waddles inot the living room. jar in one hand, pickle in the other. lips curling into a doting smile as she watches Aerin with the baby* she's jes a wee theng..

Laidan: Its a soft knock on the door, very quiet. She stands just outside, a bag dangling from her hand as always.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah," he agrees, looking down at the feeding baby with an adoring gaze. He moves over to the couch, sitting down. He opens his mouth momentarily, but shuts it again, just shrugging. "Yeah, she is."

Ita McNairee: *the knock is met by growling barking snarling and fluttering. two spotted pups bouncing off the door and yipping as ita squawks* nae o tha lads.. ye'll 'ave tha animal contol awn oos ye well! *waddling..towards the door.. slow pace.. brutis bites one ofthe pups as it bounds into ita's legs, sending her staggering with a frown and a yip in reprimand* oo's there?

Aerin Thomas: At the sound of the knock, he looks up, easily snapping into protector mode. "Love..." He moves to head to the door, handing Tori gently over to Ita as he does.

Laidan: "It's just me." Quietly, fidgeting outside. Swinging the bag a little bit.

Ita McNairee: *she takes the baby, pickle stuck in her mouth to free up her arms, sighing at the brine on her t-shirt and shaking her head.*

Aerin Thomas: At Laidan's voice, he calms a bit, though he still checks the peephole to confirm it. He smiles a little and opens the door for her. "Hey, Laidan. Come on in...how are you?"

Laidan: She steps in carefully, since there are puppies and dogs and crows and people everywhere. She looks a little tired, but she smiles up to Aerin. "I'm good... I brought dinner to cook, too. If you guys want."

Ita McNairee: *a sort of smile, best she can do around a pickle, her fingers wave at Lai* aamoo muvs

Aerin Thomas: He shuts the door behind Laidan, and gives the woman a hug. "You are an angel, as always, Lai. Thank you." He takes the bag from her. "Go have a seat...you look tired. Long as it's not too complex, I can cook it up."

Ita McNairee: *she starts to say something about dinner, but.. well.. pickle. the pickle gets spit out and rolls about half a foot before the mastiff devours it with alot of slurping and dribbling*

Laidan: She hugs Aerin back and smiles a little more. "I'm not tired, really. And I can cook it... it's pasta. That's the only think I'm allowed to cook unsupervised. And hello Ita." She smiles to the woman too.

Aerin Thomas: "Well, If you really want to cook it, you can...otherwise, go, go, go. Sit down." He grins, letting the smile show in his voice. "I'm all, like, domestic, now. It's kinda scary."

Ita McNairee: Allo doves.. thank ye.. coomen o'er an cooken.. *she smiles and makes for the couch, lifting the pickle jar up and awaaay from the mastiff. Tori grumps as the bottle gets near empty*

Ita McNairee: och aye.. petrifyen.. *she rolls big brown eyes, chirping at the birds to bugger off*

Laidan: "Is being domestic bad?" She asks curiously, pausing for a moment as if she's not sure if she should be cooking or going to sit down.

Aerin Thomas: "Nope. Just wierd for me." He smiles and takes the initiative, guiding Laidan toward the couch to visit with Ita and Tori before he turns and heads back to the kitchen. "in a good way."

Ita McNairee: *the pikey sets the pickles down on the coffee table and settles into the couch covered in doghair carefully, a thankful smile to Aerin as she gets settled and shushes tori* ye wan a gerken darlin?

Laidan: "Oh, okay." She allows herself to be led, and settles down with Ita and Tori, a little sigh. "How have you both been? And, uh... what's a gerken?"

Ita McNairee: been aulrecht loves. tired as a tuppenny whore awn friday, but reckon tha'll pass soon as thes lad gies oot me belly. *she rubs her stomach with the free hand, smiling and giving a contented sigh as Tori drifts to fidgetty sleep* a gerken? och.. ets a peckle loves... a Q-cumby en brine.. aye?

Aerin Thomas: He sets to taking the pasta out and preparing it, listening quietly to the two women talk as he does.

Laidan: "I've never had a gerken." She says thoughtfully, brow furrowing a bit. "And I hope you feel better soon too..."

Ita McNairee: och.. sooner tha better ah reckon.. *she reaches for thepickles but finds them far out of her reach. a sigh. damn belly* ow ye been lass?

Laidan: "Uhm. Okay. I've been helping Eddie with the kids." She nods a little bit, fingers tickling a puppy near her foot. A little tilt of her head as she hears Ita reach, and then settle again.

Ita McNairee: *she smiles to Laidan, before glancing towards the kitchen towards her wolf, a soft look about the round woman as she looks back from him to lai* they gien better doves?

Ita McNairee: *the rain pattering against the window has drawn the attention of the crows, who peck at the raindrops on the glass idly*

Laidan: She fidgets slightly. "Sometimes they are better, and sometimes they go back. They've all made improvements just... its going to take a very long time."

Aerin Thomas: He looks behind him at mention of the kids. "They're good kids. Miette's a cutey...how are they doing?"

Laidan: "Miette... is the most responsive. She let's me hold her all the time. Ezekial speaks up now and then, and let's me hold his hand. Sal talks to me. Amador... I'm... I'm trying with him. It will take him the longest to heal."

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods. "That was pretty much what I guessed."

Laidan: She rubs her face a bit. "He'll wake up sometimes and not be able to go back to sleep. So I read to him until he relaxes again."

Ita McNairee: och.. well ye've a beg heart en ye doves.. ye'll patch em oop. *she singsongs with utmost confidence* they've coome entae a good family loves. wie Eddie an ye there.

Laidan: She blushes a little, and lowers her head. "Eddie is a good mommy. Just like you are, Ita."

Ita McNairee: reckon ye dae aulrecht fer yerself tae darlin. *the baby's shifted to her other arm as she reaches out to smooth the blind metis hair with a tinkle of charms, the couch creaking slightly under her weight*

Laidan: She pushes her head, just lightly into Ita's hand. "I make a good Auntie..." Well. She hopes.

Aerin Thomas: "You make an excellent Aunt, Laidan. And maybe some day..." He shrugs a little bit. "Who knows? Anything's possible..." He looks to Ita and Tori, eyes wide with adoration as he sais it.

Ita McNairee: *ita scratches at her head, thinkin on something* och loves.. 'ow coome yer never a dag.. ye can dae tha.. ah kain .. ye ded et wie tha water deadies.. wie me an tha rope.. aye?

Ita McNairee: *a nod to Aerin*

Laidan: She shakes her head with a smile to Aerin, but doesn't say anything. In return for the pat she got, she idly pets tired Ita's hair. "Well, because... well, I didn't know if I could without upsetting the dogs. And, uhm... well, I'm pretty big in that form. "

Aerin Thomas: Mention of Lupus form causes him to look back to the cooking. He pays close attention to it, making sure nothing gets burned, or...y'know. Anything like that.

Ita McNairee: och. tha dag's are gien used tae et... *she nods, giving the blind woman a smile and shutting her eyes. she's been awake longer than usual today, and her shoulder are sagging a little by now* hmmm. yer nae tha beg... nae as beg as ye can gie ah reckon.. *a chuckle*

Laidan: "Well.... no." She admits, stroking Ita's hair a bit. "Do you want me to hold Tori so you can relax?"

Ita McNairee: och.. *her eyes creak open... a glance at the little girl suckling idly on a tiny thumb, face all milky. ita smiles lovingly and nods* hmm. aye darlin.. she's asleep.. knackered. jes like a pikey. *the baby's moved carefully to Laidans arms*

Laidan: She cradles Tori carefully as the baby is handed over. A little smile. "Maybe if a pikey is so knackered, she should take a little kip?"

Ita McNairee: och.. yer picken et oop ye are.. *she beams and tries to curl her legs up on the couch. fails. and leans back, husky crawling under her legs*

Aerin Thomas: "Hear, hear," comes the voice from the kitchen. He looks over his shoulder, and grins. "Maybe you can talk some sense into her. Joe seems good at it...but I just don't seem to have that skill. Apparently, I can talk circles around Court Elders and Silver Fang Royals when it comes to arguing points...but I can't get my mate to just take a few moments to rest."

Laidan: She chuckles softly, rocking the baby gently. "A little bit. Some phrases are asier to remember." And she gins a little bit in the direction of Aerin's voice.

Ita McNairee: och.. yer a beg ragey darlin.. but joe'll break me knees.. *she explains in goodnature, shaking her head and sighing, eyes still closed, she speaks out the corner of her mouth to laidan* och.. an ee's sae mooch better fer sleepen..

Laidan: She lowers her head, and giggles softly at what Ita says.

Aerin Thomas: A little grunt at that, as he goes back to his cooking.

Ita McNairee: *she chuckles softly and shakes her head, wincing with a sharp intake of breath as Archie wakes up and goes back to his spine mining* och fook ye ye lettle bit o.. *she trails off, gritting her teeth and curling her hands into fists*

Laidan: Carefully holding Tori with one hand, she raises a hand to worridly pet at Ita's hair. She doesn't know enough about babies...

Ita McNairee: *a soft grunt, she shift and exhales, hollering into the kitchen* ow's et coomen loves?

Aerin Thomas: "Juuuust about there," he says, pausing a moment to pull some plates down. "Won't be long now."

Ita McNairee: thank ye. *she shifts again, uncomfortable.. the husky yipping as he's half steped on, and the pikey yipping back in exasperation*

Laidan: She slowly strokes Ita's hair anyway, trying to mother HER even though it's kind of futile.

Ita McNairee: *the little scott leans on laidan and smiles, eyes shut* hef. hmm. ow's yer felly?

Laidan: "He's okay." She murmurs.

Aerin Thomas: He drains the pasta, adding in the sauce, and then starts divying it up onto plates. "It's on it's way...don't even think about getting up." He grabs two plates, bringing them over for the women.

Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head, a little frown as she watches lai.. but is then distracted by food and ditracting the 4 dogs and 3 crows away from said food*

Laidan: She just continues to hold Tori, and she holds the girl a little tighter as she hears the crows come close. She does NOT like those crows.

Ita McNairee: *hands wave the crows away, chirping and yipping from the rotund pikey*

Aerin Thomas: A plate is handed off to Ita, and Laidan's is set on the coffee table in front of them. "Right in front of you, Lai. If you want, I'll take Tori while you eat."

Ita McNairee: ye've tae et tae darlin.. *she chides softly, looking up to the thin man* oor ye'll turn sideways an we'll lose track o ye.. aye?

Laidan: "That's okay. You should eat first. I did bring it for you guyes after all." A little smile.

Aerin Thomas: "I'm not blowing away in a soft breeze yet, love." A mock 'look' is shot at her, ruined by his grin. He nods, though, giving Lai all the time she wants with Tori, turning back to get his own plate of food.

Ita McNairee: *she just grins wider, a mournful glance sent to her untouched picklejar, before she inhales the scent of pasta and digs in* och.. thank ye lai loves.. *she murmers between bites*

Laidan: "You're welcome Ita." She says softly, just rocking the sleeping babe easily.

Aerin Thomas: He comes back and takes a seat on the other couch, starting to eat. "Yes, thank you, Laidan. You're a Goddess-send."

Laidan: She blushes a little, and lowers her head. "You're welcome..."

Ita McNairee: goddess send.. *she grins at the odd turn of phrase and continues eating. eyes slipping shut*

Aerin Thomas: "Habit," he says with a shrug to Ita, grinning a little.

Laidan: She smiles lightly at them both, just holding Tori so the parents have a little break.

Ita McNairee: *ita's plate is half finished when she sighs and tries to put it on the coffeetable. failing miserably and ending up bobbling it onto her knees with a noise of frustration. the husky quite happy to help with clean up as the gyspy scowls* och.. gawd damnet.

Laidan: She lifts her head as Ita curses, cocking her head slightly.

Aerin Thomas: "Brutis..." It's a warning tone that his voice carries, and he reaches out to take the plate from Ita.

Laidan: "I should probably go..." She says suddenly, gently shifting Tori in her hands.

Ita McNairee: *the husky's lips titch and he laps pasta from his muzzle. afterall.. she's dropped it. the little woman frowns* well fook.. *a hand brushes some soace off herself as she struggles to get to her feet*.. ah'm briney an pasted.. reckon ah'd best change me kit.

Ita McNairee: *she looks to lai, head cocked as she rocks and struckles like a tortoise on its back* loves?

Aerin Thomas: "Not unless you want to, Laidan." He looks to Lai, his voice carrying a tone of concern in it. "Are you all right?"

Laidan: She smiles to them both, reassuring. "I'm fine, I promise. I should probably just head home is all."

Ita McNairee: uff. aulrecht loves.. thank ye.*she manages to get to her feet finally, a little wobbly..mastiff having come over to sniff her* thank ye fer vesetten, aye?

Aerin Thomas: "All right..." He sets his plate down, and rises, moving to help stabilize Ita and reaching over to take Tori. "Thank you, Laidan. For the food, and for stopping by. It's always good to see you."

Laidan: She smiles softly to Ita, carefully offering Tori back. "I like visiting."

Laidan: "You're welcome." She murmurs quietly to both. "You both be well..."

Ita McNairee: ye tae darlin.. be safe as houses.. *she nods and leans on her mate*

Laidan: She smiles again, and them carefully drifts to the door, and out.

Aerin Thomas: "Goodbye, Laidan. Be well yourself." He smiles to her and moves to the door, shutting it after her.

Ita McNairee: *ita adjusts her shirt, mastiff lapping the pasta sauce from her lap. a ruefull grin*.. she's a good lass, laidan.

Aerin Thomas: "She is." He nods, smiling a bit. "The best." A glance goes to the sause-covered clothing. "Hmmm...at least you're just in time for laundry day tomorrow..." A chuckle.

Ita McNairee: *she sighs and shoes the dog away* och.. ah'm a mess doves.. *toddling over to him she grins sleepily* soory doves.. was lovely supper.

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you," he says, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "And it's quite okay, love. Don't worry about it." A look passes over her. "What say we get you to bed?"

Ita McNairee: *a cheeky wink* och noow... ye've a mind fer scandal loves? *she teases in merry singsong, curling as close as her belly will allow, head dipping tiredly* ye'd need tae be a mite begger, state ah'm en..

Aerin Thomas: "For sleeping." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Sleep is your friend, I think."

Ita McNairee: och.. yer nae foon et aul.. *she murmers into his shoulder, smiling broadly as she seems content to sleep on her feet, nuzzled into him*

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles, and shakes his head. "C'mon, love. Off to the bedroom with you. S'bed time."

Ita McNairee: Aulrecht doves.. *she murmers, waddling with him to the bedroom. apparently bedtime means him to, and she's definitally ready for sleep, toddling to catch some well needed rest*

Aerin Thomas: He heads off into the bedroom with her, settling Tori into the crib in the bedroom before doffing clothes and crawling into bed with Ita, for a good night's sleep.