"He's getting fat", Tamsin dead panned, her elbows propped up against the side of the changing table.

Lauren chuckled as she gently grabbed the giggling baby's flailing legs, and lifted him up to replace his dirty diaper.

"He's not fat, Tamsin. He's a baby."

"Yeah", Tamsin said as she leaned forward to place a kiss to the baby's soft cheek, "a fat baby. How much longer until I can start getting our kid into something cool? I'm thinking hockey, but I bet he'll really like karate or –"

"Tamsin. He's barely 8 months old."

The valkyrie chuckles as she ruffles the fine blonde hair that is finally starting to grow on his head – being so protective of her own hair, Lauren had to calm Tamsin down when she noticed he was still bald after a few months, insisting that he was eventually going to grow some. The baby happily gurgles, raising his tiny (and chubby, Tamsin notes) hand to try to grasp at the strands of her long hair that have fallen over his face.

"Ethan, tell your momma you want to be a hockey star when you grow up and play for the Oilers. Tell her you're going to start more fights than anyone and always win them."

Laughing at Tamsin's twisted form of baby talk, Lauren hoists the baby up from the changing table and snuggles him close to her body. She peppers his face with little kisses, causing him to erupt in little giggles. Tamsin, a huge smile on her face, walks over to join her wife and son, engulfing both of them in a hug.

"Ethan," Lauren coos as Tamsin places a loving kiss on her cheek, "tell mommy that she's crazy."