"Yes, I am glad she hasn't shot me. I'm sure she's wanted to a couple of times in recent months, but she hasn't. She's the hottest seventy-year old mom I ever met." Tony grins.
He simply looks at Anya when she suggests a sleeping Stark. He reaches out to place a hand on her forehead.
"You don't /look/ sick, but a sleeping Stark is a fever dream, honey. Your mom thinks Eddie might come out running, literally, with all the kicking he's been doing." Tony says.
He pauses for a moment, then looks his daughter in the eye.
"You're really okay with this, aren't you, sweetheart? I mean, you'd tell me if you weren't? I know things weren't normal for you, what with all the extra brothers and sisters that have shown up, and your mother being gone a lot." Tony says.
"But I'm gonna need your help with your brother most of all. You'll have to remind me when I'm being too much Dad and enough friend, and vice-versa. I'll also need you to help me remember when to calm down because he's driving me nuts.
Most of all, though, I'll need you remind me that you turned out well, so when I'm terrified that I'm turning out like my old man, you can tell me to relax." Tony says.
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