Patrick walked into Timothy's room, he had been quiet all night.
"You're not happy about the news of a baby."
"Dad...I read biology books and medical journals and not to mention what the boys say at school," he paused, "I just never understood why there are so many babies. It is gross! Now you and Mum." He shivers in disgust.
Patrick laughing said, "Tim. You and I have talked about this before."
"The biology. I didn't think about you and Mum doing it!"
"Tim, I told you on the day of the wedding that weddings are about love. Marriages are about love too or at least they should be," he said thinking briefly of the Watts' marriage, "love in a marriage is expressed in a personal, private way...ways that go beyond the mushy stuff that you complain about."
"Dad...can you not talk about this. Mum used to be a nun!"
"Tim," Patrick was trying hard not to laugh, "This kind of love requires commitment and maturity. The way you think about these things will change when you are ready for both of those."
"Never!"
"Well you have plenty of time to get used to the idea of a new brother or sister. Get some sleep, but Tim you know you can always talk to me."
Patrick went in the bedroom and Shelagh asked, "Is he okay?"
"He will be. I believe the word he used was gross."
Shelagh thought for a moment, blushed and said, "Oh."
Both of them started laughing.