Olivia set dinner for her family, which included herself, her husband, and their three children. Juliette, the oldest, was six while her brother Oliver and sister Catherine followed close behind, ages four and one and a half, respectively. Juliette noticed that both of her parents were in a particularly good mood, and she was getting curious as to why.
"Papa?" she asked as she put the pork in her mouth.
"Yes, princess?"
She muttered something unintelligible because her mouth was stuffed with food.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetheart," her mother chastised.
She swallowed and wiped her mouth. "Sorry, mama. Why are you and Papa so smiley?"
She laughed. "What do you mean? Your Papa and I are always happy."
"You're extra happy. What's going on mama?"
"Well, you caught us," Nostradamus laughed. "We have something to tell you all."
"What is it, Papa?" Oliver asked.
"Your mama is having a baby. You're all getting a brother or sister."
Both Oliver and Juliette groaned. Catherine chewed on her spoon, not quite understanding what was going on.
"What's wrong, my loves?" Olivia asked. "You usually get so excited to hear that another baby is coming."
"I don't want another baby, mama." Juliette whined.
"No more sisters!" Oliver chimed in.
Nostradamus laughed. "Maybe this one will be a boy."
"No boys!" Catherine finally spoke.
Olivia joined her husband in laughter. This was going to be a long nine months.