Tybalt thought it was just the three of them, but that wasn't exactly true. See, the carriage needed a driver to allow for the three of them to remain inside and still be steered correctly. A footman, too. Well, Felicity had ensured that the carriage driver's wife had come along. Why separate the married couple? Annnnnd it just so happened that this wife was an excellent caretaker of children.

Don't misunderstand--she tried her hand at caring for Tobey alone. The sad reality was, however, that she was rather inexperienced with children. At bathroom breaks she'd hang back and whisper questions to the help, eyeing the trees for Tybalt's return, getting the rundown on exactly why he might be crying or how to encourage him to eat his mashed up carrots. Felicity was learning. Slowly but surely.

It was nice to finally arrive in the city. She was already rather great with child, due at the end of winter. This pregnancy was much less traumatic than the first, as she'd done it before, and there seemed to be less aches and pains. Certainly less emotional trauma.

Tybalt would find Felicity spooning porridge into Tobey's mouth. The almost one year old was having a blast spitting it back out, and Felicity was about ready to pull out her hair.

Felicity considered swatting the little boy's mouth with the spoon rather than gently coaxing the next bite into it, and though she liked to think the consideration would have ended with her choosing the gentlest course, it never got to its end because Tybalt's voice sounded from behind. A blessed timing to be sure.

"Tybalt!" She said his name in surprise, as if it was fancy seeing him here, when of course they had just traveled to this place together and where else would he be? She smile over her shoulder at him and unwisely set the foot down in the reach of Tobey. Without hesitation he reached out his chubby little hands and the rest of the food was dumped before him. He then began to beat at it, sending the mushy orange spraying. Felicity leaped up from her chair and backed away, gasping indignantly as she attempted to brush the mush from her pretty pink dress.

"Little..." She pinned the boy with a glare that she then turned to Tybalt, it becoming more of a complaint than a threat, because surely he would step in and do something. Reprimand, perhaps, or a spank?

Tybalt entered with just the right amount of a measured smile, and sure enough became the back up that the Marshall needed. She planted her hands on her hips and stood behind Tybalt, pinning little Tobey with a slight glare, glad she didn't have to deal with his antics anymore.

The boy loved his father. There was no doubt that in the months when Felicity was beside herself Tybalt had become his preferred parent. That would likely never change. His eyes lit up at the sight of his father, and he reached his dirty little hands towards him. The firm tone Tybalt took, however, settled his hands back down and summoned a mellow expression.

"Dada." He said softly. The sight of his father eating the food brightened him up two-fold, and he immediately broke out into peals of pleased laughter. Felicity wrinkled her nose, disgusted by the fact that Tybalt was eating cold mashed up carrots.

When Tybalt offered Tobey a bite the boy was happy to oblige. He ate it eagerly, smiling still, dark gaze fixed on his father.

"I'm never doing that." Felicity said quietly from behind him. If that was what it took to get the boy to eat then the boy would starve.

Felicity, nose still wrinkled, said nothing in return to Tybalt's claim that the food wasn't so bad. She knew otherwise. She could smell how bad it was with her sharp nose, compliments of being pregnant. Speaking of, her ankles had begun to swell and she'd been feeling some pain that signaled the time was almost upon them. With Tobey, she had dreaded it. This time...being here, with Tybalt, it wasn't so bad. In fact, though she wouldn't go as far as to say that she was excited about the child, she was definitely...interested in it this time around.

Welcoming the topic change, Felicity moved to a chair and sunk into it, pursing her lips thoughtfully. Part of traveling to Arynn Frey had been to get away. Already she felt lighter and life felt better. Different. Hopeful.

"Perhaps they have spas in Arynn Frey." She mused aloud.