In the frigid weather, Ari hobbled up the front porch, while trying to keep himself warm. He mumbled something under his breath, knowing that his son would probably burst from the front door and exclaim about the new snow. It appeared that Dylan had gotten home before him and he hummed softly--what could have happened that brought her home from the restaurant? He put his gloved hand on the door and barely opened the door when he was suddenly attacked. He let out some sort of strangled noise as he and the being fell backwards unto the porch. It was not his son, but his wife! "That excited to see me?" He laughed, then let out a soft cough, "What am I guessing? Someone famous came into the shop?" He spoke, waiting to hear what the news was.
Hearing the news, his brows went straight up and his eyes went wide, "Pregnant?!" He restated, lacing his arms around the woman, still laying on the cold porch, "That's wonderful!" He beamed, "Another little one for us!" He smiled, looking towards his wife, "Jethro's going to have someone to look over."