The curly-haired woman was quite pleased with her attempt at surprising the Italian King. It had been a while since either of them were able to see one another. When she learned that Tetradore and Mira were staying at his place, she asked them not to say anything that would give any hints that she was expecting. Not that she ever thought she would come up as a topic in the first place, but it didn't hurt to be careful and ask. This particular plan she had would surely work! She was thankful for Emma to help her make sure that Dorian would play along and do what she wanted. After hearing the little chime signal someone was entering the store, she turned her head to see the familiar figure dressed in casual attire as she requested, and some sort of mask to cover his eyes, perfect. Chuckling softly, she shuffled over in his direction, extending her arms so that her hands could reach his own. Holding onto one of his hands, she looked over at the driver, nodding her head to confirm she had the Fae. After explaining to him how he'll be able to see, she gave him the riddle, assured he would answer correctly. When he answered her riddle with pottery, she shook her head in disagreement, a bit perplexed that he would come to that solution at all. Teasingly she responded, but her voice would slightly falter when he began to lift his sleep mask off his face.

"No Dorian, it's not pottery, now don't..."

With a helpless sigh, she let go of his hands, resting them easily onto her stomach as she watched Dorian look around the store. Quietly she waited with a beaming smile, quite giddy to see his reaction. A few years ago, when she had been dating Tobias for a while, Dorian had brought up the subject of children. One of the things she was able to rescue was the ivory-colored book that contained fairy tales that she had never heard of before. The book, as Dorian intended, was meant for her child. At that time Raven wasn't even certain if she could have a kid in the first place, let alone, have one with Tobias. They say you should read to your baby to help them get familiar with your voice. Plus, they can pick up the rhythm, tones, and inflection as you speak, allowing them to learn and the more words they hear, the more words they'll learn. At least, that's what a lot of pregnancy books suggest. When his eyes shifted towards her, her grin widened as he acknowledged her pregnancy.

"Thank you! I wanted to tell you sooner, but due to the loss of our home, the pandemic, and your own schedule...I didn't want to tell you over the phone."

Now that he knew she was expecting she figured he might be curious as to why she would bring him here and not meet up at his home. Within the shop, they were surrounded by various boards with colorful designs. Some of the boards had quotes and others showed faces of a clock. There were some boards that had a large initial for families, Monograms, or when the family was established. Then there were designs that represented the different seasons, holidays, and hobbies. Raven knew that Dorian was a very good artist, but she wasn't sure if he had ever done something like this before. It would be fun and a bit of a challenge. When she was waiting for Dorian to appear, she looked through the various designs trying to figure out which one she wanted to try. After making her selection, she waited patiently for Dorian, eager to have him here. Taking a step back she lifted her right hand and gestured towards the boards that hung on the walls and some wooden boxes or trays sitting on the cabinets.

"While we chatted, I thought we could create something. I know these boards are necessarily what you'd use in your home, but I thought you might enjoy the beauty in these raw materials - the wood, the knots, the color variations, and the simple imperfections that make this piece of artwork extremely unique."

Turning slightly away from him she would point to one of the boxes sitting on the cabinet with some craft tools sticking out of the decorative box.

"I know you like to tend to your garden; so, you might like one of those boxes to place your tools in. Whatever you decide to do, Mrs. Green, the owner of this store, will create the stencil while we eat some of the cookies I brought over."

Just as she said this, an older willowy dark-haired woman walked into the room with a wooden decorative tray of those freshly baked cookies Raven had made with two glasses of milk. With a smile, she placed the tray on one of the working tables. With a small wave, she headed over towards the two of them and spoke with a chipper tone.

"It's a pleasure having you here your Highness. I didn't believe Mrs. Cain that you'd be coming until your security detail came to look over my shop. I've had some of the cookies Mrs. Cain made, and they're quite delicious."