"Fitz." Sophie nudged her sleeping husband. "Fitz. Fitz. Fitz. Fitz."

"Soph, I'm trying to sleep," he mumbled grumpily.

"Fitz. I need to talk to you," she insisted.

"Can't you wait for like three more hours?"

"Please!"

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Sophie stood next to his bed, fully dressed, despite the fact that it was seven in the morning. "What do you need?"

"How many Vackers are there?"

"That's what you woke me up to ask?"

"How many, Fitz?"

"Um, one hundred eighty seven."

"Really?" Sophie was a bit taken back by the hugeness of the family she had married into.

"Yeah."

"You're wrong!" She grinned.

"What do you mean I'm wrong? I've been a Vacker for a lot longer than you have."

Sophie just grinned.

"Soph, if you just woke me up to ask me a question and tell me I'm wrong, I swear..."

"Well you are wrong. There are one hundred eighty eight."

Fitz raised his eyebrows.

"There's a Vacker you don't know about."

"What, I have a long lost cousin?"

"Not a cousin," she corrected. She sat down on the bed next to him, suddenly nervous. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "A son."

Fitz's eyes widened in disbelief. "Soph?"

"I just talked to Elwin. I'm pregnant. Surprise!" She smiled, trying to gouge his reaction.

"Soph," he repeated. A tear slipped down his cheek and he grinned. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. He pulled away and kissed her.

"Wait, so, just to be clear, we're parents now? Like, we don't even have to wait for him to be born?"

Fitz nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh, and one more thing, when we tell people, we should probably tell Biana first because she found out I saw Elwin, but she doesn't know about the pregnancy, so she thinks I'm dying."

Fitz rolled his eyes, kissing her again.