[Lizzie giggled at her boys shaking their heads at not liking her tears. They never have.] Aw, well, then maybe you both should avoid me later on. [Her laughter grew at the confused stare on Riley’s face.] Oh, he looks like he has a lot to say. I can’t wait until he can do that. He’ll be sweet, but very honest. Half me and half you. [She chuckled.] Yeah? How much have you missed me? [Lizzie asked in a soft tone. She smiled into the kiss. She, too, saw the toy fly towards them and gasped.] Riley Marcus! [She said in her ‘mommy tone’ and shot the baby the ‘mom look’. Riley looked up with big eyes that was accompanied by a pout.] No, sir. [She wagged her finger at him.] No throwing things, bubba. [She sighed.] No, he really is not. That’s your son, mister. See? He’s trying to use the eyes and pout on me. I really have no idea where he gets it. [Lizzie said with a shake of her head, but really, she knew. Riley had picked it up from her, more than likely. When Puck said that he saw her in him and insinuated that she also taught him how to throw things, she gave her husband a quick smack to his chest. She took offense to that remark.] I do not throw things! I will say that, yes, I do tend to take on a little attitude, sometimes, but I do no throw things… except an occasional pillow. [Lizzie smiled proudly at her husband and nodded.] Yes. One year down and only a lot more to go. I think we’re doing amazingly well. He’s not half bad, that little one. But I do have a lot of people to thank because of that, especially you. Love you, honey. [She wiggled her nose after he placed a kiss on the tip of it. She giggled at the toy that was hurled at them. Looking over to the tiny culprit’s direction, she saw Sebastian handing over yet another toy - or more ammo, depending on how you saw it - to the baby.] Sebastian Andrew! Don’t give him anymore! [Lizzie reprimanded the doctor, who held up his hands in defense as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong. She couldn’t help but shake her head and smile at the antics of her guests before bringing her attention back to Puck.] You better not or else I’ll have to do something to work up another appetite in you. Which, you know, now that I think about it - I wouldn’t mind at all.