"So, you did go over the papers I left for you this morning, right?" Pepper asked, before taking a bite of her dinner omelette. She had been late getting home tonight because of teleconference with their office in Japan. When Tony had asked if he could make her something to eat, she had immediately requested the eggy dish. "Mmm this is really good."

"Or are you just that hungry?"

She shook her head, and took another bite, "No, you've gotten actually good at making these. You're also dodging my question."

"You shouldn't talk with your mouthful, honey," he said, wagging his eyebrows at her and ducking when she tried to hit him with her napkin, "And I wasn't dodging your question. I was just taking my time answering it."

Pepper swallowed, and pushed aside the little bit of omelette left, "You didn't read those papers, did you?" She sighed, shaking her head, and collecting her plate carried it over to the sink to clean.

Tony came up behind her as she scraped the remains of her dinner down the garbage disposal, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Sike," he murmured in her ear.

It took a second for what he said to sink in, but when it did, she elbowed him not too hard in the stomach, and then turned to rest her arms on his shoulders as he rubbed his stomach, "So you did read them?"

"Yes, I read them, bruiser! I read them even before I played with Eva today."

"Speaking of playing with Eva," Pepper said, grabbing one of his hands, "What in the world happened to your fingers?" She held his right hand in hers, looking down first at his fingertips to see three different colors on the first three of his fingers with a new color on the fourth.

Tony shrugged, "Eva wanted to paint fingernails, and I guess Daddy's fingernails were more fun than her own."

"Did she get any of the polish on your-" His wife countered, her voice trailing off when he held up his left hand.

"Yeah, she did. On both hands actually, but I think it wasn't until she started on this hand that she started to get the hang of it."

Pepper nodded in agreement as there was only a little bit of nail polish on other areas not his cuticles. "So, did she get your toenails too by any chance?"

"I uh..."

"Oh my... SHE DID!" She began pushing him towards the living room.

"Hey what are you doing, Pep? Why are you pushing me towards the couch... and trying to take off my shoes?"

"Because I want to see your toenails of course!"

"What?" Tony exclaimed, sitting up and trying to grab her hands. "No don't!"

"Why not? I've seen your fingernails! How much worse can they possibly be?" Pepper replied, still trying to get his shoes off and laughing her head off.

"They're not worse. That's not why I don't want you to look at them!"

"Then why?"

"Because I don't want to take my shoes off right now, that's why!"

Halting her attempts to get his shoes off, she looked at him, scrutinizing him until a thought popped in her head, "Oh my... you don't want me to see them because Eva isn't the one who painted your toenails, is she?"

Tony used his best I don't know what you're talking about voice, "What?"

"Oh my... YOU DID, didn't you? That's it! I HAVE to see them now!" She began trying to get his shoes off again, and Tony doubled down on stopping her.

"Pepper, no!" he said, his face as red as a beet.

"Tony, yes!" Pepper replied, laughing she hard she couldn't hardly see what she was doing for crying. "Come on, Tony! I promise I won't make fun of you!"

Tony arched an eyebrow, "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise I won't make fun of you... much!"

"Pep-"

"Pardon the interruption, Sir, Ma'am," JARVIS said just as Pepper was about to pounce on her husband again.

"What is it, JARVIS?" Tony asked, trying to untangle himself from his wife.

"I'm afraid, Sir, young Master Ethan has fallen ill."

Both of the boy's parents ceased their struggle with each other.

Pepper was the first one up off of the couch, "What? How, JARVIS?"

"I'm afraid, Ma'am, young Master Stark is currently sitting up in bed, and is regurgitating."

"Do you mean he's puking, J?" Tony said, following his wife down the hallway.

"Indeed, Sir," the AI replied in what sounded suspiciously like an exasperated tone.