Saxony answered the door, holding Thane bundled in a blanket and sleeping. "Come it, I just got Thane to get to sleep, I'll go put him down for his nap." She said softly.
"He's in zhe den." She said, heading down the hall and setting Thane in his crib and tucking him in before meeting Ireland back out in the living room.
Ireland moved down to the den and frowned, seeing Scotland in his chair surrounded by bottles of scotch; all empty. "Iain?" "Gu away." Scotland grumbled
Ireland got as much as she could out of Scotland, and even then it wasn't much. Ireland walked up to Eidenburgh's nursery and knocked gently, peeking in, "Monika?"
"Ve aren't ready for two babies, Ireland... Und zhat's vhy he's drinking." She said, taking a shaky breath. "Maybe.... Maybe I should get rid of it..." She whispered softly.