Del touched her stomach thoughtfully, wondering a little if that explained the rest of everything she had been feeling. Swimmy, whaley and touchy. She had not felt exactly like that with the twins but she supposed every tiny human made them different. If that is what it was.

"A tiny human Robb," Del said thoughtfully before smiling a little. "I do not mind being sick if it is a tiny human. Our tiny human. But only for a little while. The sick bit."