It's not a bad idea. She knows they'd certainly put one to good use.

"What do you think, Beth? Would you like it if we got a rocking chair?" Ducking her head to kiss Beth Junior's forehead, she smiles to herself. A rocking chair probably isn't a luxury they'd have back home.

"We'll use the chair this time."

Set up with her pillows, she takes a seat, gets the baby comfortably situated, and starts unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

"You going to read to us this time, too?" For the moment, her eyes are more for Spike than the baby. "We like that."

Yeah. She's spoiled. And in a thousand ways.