He rocks her back and forth on the bed to ease whatever discomfort and tension she has, though he senses her worries is the future of their children. When wrapping his arms around her belly, sensing she is self consciousness about big and unslightly it is, but he encourages her to lean on him, hugging his wife...because he doesn't care, because within her belly it's his true treasure she's carrying and she's being a real tropper dealing with motherhood.

"I wouldn't worry about what the future holds. We'll be there for them and when they grow up, I'll teach them to be strong so they can face the world."

Pulling up the blanket to cover the both of them because it gets chilly at night. "Until then, I wouldn't mind if they stay as kids forever and stay with us on the farm, their home." With a silly smile, having a wonderful thought on the saint's mind, playfully.

"Say how many kid you think we can have on the farm until we get too tired and old and our hair will turn gray?"