Hey Guys! I'm having a...week. I mean there's no other way for me to describe the week I'm having. Since swimming has finished, I kinda feel like I'm doing too much and not enough at the same time. And I'm just in all kinds of weird moods. SO, I guess I don't know about this chapter

-Aislin

"Happy," He started as they once again enacted their new morning routine. This routine was not pleasant or voluntary. It involved Happy vomiting into the toilet, and Toby holding her hair. "Do you want to take the day off? We've been in here for an hour, and I'm not sure you'll be able to work."

"No," She groaned taking a moment to wipe her face and look at up at him. "If I am cooped up in this house, I am going to kill something. The dogs aren't even home right now. Walter's running some kind of experiment on their intelligence. I will have nothing to keep me entertained. Can we discuss this when we're done?" She turned back to the toilet and continue to empty the contents of her stomach. This baby was turning out to be a hell of alot of work.

"Happy, at this rate we're never going to be done with this, and Walter has been calling me for the past 10 minutes," Toby pointed out. "It won't kill you to take one day off. I'm gonna leave for a minute, and I'm going to tell Walter that you're staying here."

"I have to stay here, but you get to go into work?" Happy complained. "How is that fair?"

"You have a baby inside of you. I am baby free," He chuckled. "Besides, if they have a case, they're going to need at least one of us. I'm not crazy about leaving you alone like this, but we gotta do what we gotta do, right?"

"Just pick up Walter's calls and see what's happening," She sighed. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."

"Turns out Walter doesn't need the team for this case, it was just going to be me and him anyway," Toby explained as he walked through the door. Happy had moved so that her back was leaning against the shower door. "Are you ok?"

"I'm so tired," She whined closing her eyes, and curling herself into a ball.

"Come on, Hap," He took one of her hands and pulled her up. He then lifted her up, and carried her to the living room. "You sleep here," He put her down on the couch, "Or watch movies or whatever you want, and I will be back soon."

"Alright."

When he entered their home again, six hours later, she hadn't moved. She was still lying on the sofa with her head resting on a pillow. The tv was turned on, and from what he could tell she was crying over a cartoon. "Happy?" He walked over and pressed a hand to her forehead.

"You're home," She sniffled.

"Whatcha watching?" He lifted her head so that he could sit down and place her head back on his lap.

"Up, It's the start of this movie that Ralph and Paige brought over a little while ago. Did you call Paige to come and check on me?" Happy questioned.

"Well, you weren't feeling too great earlier, and, since I couldn't be here, I had Paige look after you. Can you honestly tell me, that if she hadn't come, you would have eaten?" He answered.

"No," She murmured.

"I rest my case. So, you're crying? Over a cartoon?" He stroked her wild hair behind her ears.

"Blame your damn kid," She grumbled. "To be fair it's a very sad movie."

"My damn kid?" He questioned.

"Well, as of right now, he or she is making me hate all my favorite foods, making me cry over stupid shit, and making me vomit constantly. As far as I'm concerned, it's the spawn of satan," She argued without looking up at him.

Toby moved his hands to Happy's stomach, and leaned himself so that he could talk into it. "Don't listen to Mommy," He assured it. "She's just in a bad mood. We both love you very much."

"You're a lunatic," She chastised.

"I just want our baby to know that, behind your cold, mean, loveless facade, you love them," He chuckled. "A baby needs to feel loved."

"Hey! That's easy for you to say. You don't have to suffer through any of the symptoms," She defended herself.

"I guess that's true. You know it's not just my damn kid. It's our damn kid," He grinned into her hair. She had paused the movie when she realized he wasn't going to stop talking.

"I think all the bad qualities come from you," She teased.

"Of course you would think that," He laughed. "I think our kid is going to be perfect."

"I don't think that's reasonable," She pointed out.

"I'll think they're perfect no matter what they do," He countered. "What do we want to name it if it's a girl?"

"I don't know. I haven't thought about it," She dismissed. "We don't need to think about it yet. We have time. The doctor said we aren't having this baby until November 9th or so, remember?"

"Yeah, but it's already March," He reasoned. "We have to start getting prepared. We need to decide which room to turn into the nursery, and we have to paint the walls, and we have to buy clothes, and furniture, and everything else."

"Still, I don't know what names I want," Happy murmured into his leg.

"What about I say names and you tell me if you like them or not?" Toby suggested.

"After the movie?"

"I'll go run out and get you dinner then. Is there anything you want to eat?" He stroked her hair once more before lifting her head in order to stand up again.

"I don't know why, but I desperately want anything with tuna and anything chocolate," She demanded.

"Whoever I buy this stuff from is gonna give me weird looks."

"Man up."