"Nibble? She's gonna EAT me! But you're right. Maybe if I take her for a ride, she'll trust me more." He accepted the offered beer, and thought about something. "Is it against the law to ride a horse while intoxicated?" He chuckled. "I think I'll need to be in case she throws me."<br/><br/>As Dukey was getting cleaned up, he said over his shoulder, "Yeah, I called my Mom, too. Got her voicemail. I have no idea where they went, either. I'm sorry, Clara." He hugged her close. "I'm sure they're fine, though." He smiled warmly, and said as he eyed her stomach, "I hope whoever's in there likes lasagna, 'cuz I love it. Anyone who doesn't is no child of mine."<br/><br/>"It'll be a few weeks before we know more about the baby. I can't decide whether I want a boy or a girl. Guess it's best not to pin our hopes on one or the other just yet." He paused. "I wonder if life really does begin at conception...and if so, if a fetus can think. I mean, we all know babies kick when they're in the womb." He shrugged and sat down at the table.