Can't leave you alone for five seconds here

Tom watched the family interactions with a smile.

"Meanie," Butcher muttered, pouting some more.

Mikey lay back, a hand on his stomach.

The guitarist yawned again, rubbing his face.

"You should rest," Butcher looked up at Tom.

The avian nodded his agreement, tossing his hair out his eyes.

Tom swatted them. "I'll be fine."

"You're going to fall asleep in that chair. Don't blame me if you fall over," Butcher grinned.

Mikey tilted his head, imagining it.

Tom shook his head with another yawn.

Butcher watched for Tom's chair to tip over expectantly.

Mikey giggled, guessing what Butcher was thinking. he reached out and poked Tom's stomach.

Tom yelped and toppled over. He pouted. "Mean sadistic thing."

Butcher smiled innocently. "I warned you."

Mikey gave a smug smile, looking impish again.

"Whoa. I wouldn't have fallen if it wasn't for him." Tom jabbed an accusing finger at Mikey.

Butcher put a hand gently on top of Mikey's stomach and grinned, "You can't blame him."

Mikey widened his eyes innocently. "I'm pregnant."

Tom scowled. "Damn balloon man."

"Balloon man..." Butcher thought it over and leaned down to kiss Mikey's stomach softly. "You did inflate quickly."

Mikey pouted. "Don't pick on the pregnant man."

Tom cackled quietly, rubbing his hands together.

"Uh oh," Butcher wrapped an arm around Mikey's shoulders.

Mikey frowned playfully.

"Is he going to explode?" Tom asked innocently.