Fredrick
Even though her husband had just woken up from a coma, and everyone was doting on him like he was the second coming of Christ (it did not help that he had awoken on Christmas), Agatha still couldn't find it in herself to be the hovering, completely devoted wife. Well! No, she was absolutely devoted to Fredrick (this past month showing her how much she really loved this man) but the whole...cooing and fluffing pillows and fetching silly drinks, that just wasn't going to happen without a bit of pestering and begging. She wanted things to be like before, and normal, so she was going to act like things were before, and be normal.

But as much as she wanted that to happen, she knew that it wouldn't. Not with the barely there bump that was hiding under her shirt. Agatha hadn't even thought of telling Fredrick about the baby until Brier had begun to mention it, and now it had been two days and still no word about their impending bundle of joy. Oy, she'd just entered the second trimester, how was she supposed to tell her husband that he'd basically missed the first few months of their daughter's development, how, basically, she was carrying around a baby that she didn't know they wanted.

Maybe it could wait until tomorrow.

Agatha entered the bedroom after ushering out Fredrick's sisters, and she smiled at her husband's propped up form. For too long she'd had to stare at him, lying unconscious in the hospital bed so---this was definitely a wonderful sight. Agatha pressed her knees into the mattress and crawled over to him, putting the back of her hand to his forehead, "You took all your potions, right?"