Becca scrunches up her nose and looks exceedingly doubtful. "Anot'er?" she asks. She casts a dubious glance at Liv, who seems far more interested in his toes.
"Oui," Remy replies, taking the lead for a moment. He pulls the squirming girl into his lap. "We going to have another baby. You okay with that, p'tite?"
Rogue smiles at her daughter's skeptical expression. But Olivier grins and claps his hands, shouting, "Baby!"
Remy groans. "Of all the first words..."