Quin leaned back in his chair, passing Dahlia a smile that said, we can go whenever you want, as she and Annabeth left the room do to whatever it was that ladies did together without their husbands. Not too much longer, he knew the pregnancy was taking a toll on her and an early night would be the best remedy.

At Percy's question, Quin could only shrug a little, reaching for his glass of whiskey, but abstaining from a cigar. "I think so, I can't pretend to know what a woman goes through at a time like this." His smile was wry; this whole thing was new to both of them and he wasn't so sure Dahlia could explain it any better than he could understand. Still, Quin did his best to be supportive and present, making sure to come home straight away after the shop was closed and cleaned up, leaving the kitchen to the housekeeper when she was around, making sure Dahlia had everything she needed.

"She'd been tired and nauseous a lot, but tells me that's normal?" Maybe he ought to check in with Mrs. Potts to see if there was anything else he should be concerned about. Certainly she had all the expertise.