Gregori groaned at having to hear more about the pregnancy. He wanted the kid, and he wanted her to be the mother, but good lord was she ever whiny about it! Then again, she had a right to be; she was pregnant, after all.<br/><br/>Luckily, the clouds had opened, fate had spun her threads in a favorable pattern, and the sun's rays shone on the coffee maker: his excuse for retreating from her complaints, back into the basement. Obviously he would be there in a moment's notice if she truly needed him, but...well, the coffee machine<em>did</em>need fixing, after all, and she wasn't in dire straits at the moment.<br/><br/>Kissing her once again, he heaved the heavy coffee machine off of the counter.<br/><br/>"I'll- *grunt*-- explain about the crate later, darling. For now, I'm going to go fix zis infernal machine. Could you please grab ze door for me?"