Well, when he talks with her about wanting a bunch of kids, the stag expects her figure to suffer a little. Though perhaps that's more subconscious than anything right now. "I dunno. If I wanted to get you clothes right now, the only thing I'd have in mind is the maternity section." He glances upward and raises his eyebrows, smirking ineffectually. "Then there'd be the workout clothes, then maybe all the teeny tiny stuff that I have in mind."
((Harnel! Good to see you back. The post is here, but there's no rush.))
"Well, I wouldn't fret about it," Adir says reassuringly, though what he thought to add is unless you want more. A bit of tact goes a long way, and he doesn't want this to bother Harnel any more than it already is. "Maybe she's still in baby-shock and hasn't warmed up to the whole thing yet."
He finishes speaking just as the ladies return, or perhaps they hear him anyway. Hopefully the former. The stag turns and smiles at the lot of them, either way. "Girls! Just in time. I think our appetizers are ready." By that he means the strange crustaceans that are currently popping on his grill. Heat, on top of their internal anatomy, has caused the top of their crawdad-esque shells to burst. Glistening white meat is pushing through the new holes, already having been dipped in a clear sauce by none other than Adir.
He's also prepared a few shish kabobs of peppers, onions, baby corn and other things for Sakura. He's gotten in the habit of making veggies at every meal, with their new house and all.