Remi was out getting food. To go. He was pondering how much of the menu to get. Between himself, Alexa, and the baby, his Future Foundation pay ended up used for a lot of food. He had his phone on him. It had been a slightly tentative deal. Considering the technological death of his last one. But he needed to be reached in case Alexa had an emergency or the baby decided to come out.

Neither of those options were in Remi's mind. He just had kind of accepted Alexa's pregnancy as status quo. He wasn't quite mentally prepared for her to have their baby.

The Atlantean smiled at the girl behind the counter ready to take his order. Her cheeks turned a little red and she fumbled the order pad and the pen.