then comes poem with a baby carriage

She coughed politely. Oh, good. Poem had come to understand what she'd meant quite quickly; thankfully she wouldn't have to probe any deeper into the intricacies of her sister's private life. As much as she loved her, there was part of Theo that was a bit of a prude. Some things were meant to stay private, that's all! Theory slowly smiled, but it was a nervy expression that spoke of the knots that had begun to twist in her stomach. She'd only just gotten used to the role of big sister, she wasn't sure she was ready to add "aunt" to her roster of titles - but Poem was going to have to add "mother" to hers in the coming months. "Oh, Po! You've done it! You're going to be a glorious mother!" Theory's happiness managed to quell her anxiety for the time being as she showered her sister in affection, her short tail wagging so quickly it was a blur. Sparhawk was a good man. Solid. Reliable. He would certainly make an excellent father. And Rhyme! Oh, he was going to be a grandfather - and Rhythm! A great grand mother? They'd have to break the news soon so the old woman could fully relish it. "There's so many others to tell! Well," she caught her breath, carried away with the news. "If you'd like to. It's your news!"