Tony Stark has learned his own set of lessons from being a woman. Pregnancy is the single greatest and worst experience that could be visited upon a woman. Sure, it was fun to /create/ a baby, but it was only now that Tony appreciated the very special gift that Tasha had given him with Anya, and was now going to give him with Eddie.
And, by God, it would be Tasha giving birth because Tony knows right now that he'll never be the same if he has to give birth to Eddie. Not even if he goes back to his own body afterward. However, he'd already started his wife on the road to recovery by keeping her body exercised along the way.
Most of all, though, he would miss being able to speak to Eddie when he was so close by. Having his organs used for sparring practice was not so much fun, but it was good to know that his son was healthy and ready to come and meet them.
"And this, Eddie, is how you send an e-mail. You simply type it up, choose your recipient, and send it off." Tony says, typing on his laptop. He'd been schooling his little boy on the basics of business as a father/mother-son bonding type of thing.
"Now, we aren't going to tell Mommy about the new crib armor I'm building for you, because she'd make us stop. But your crib will be in Daddy's lab, so that when you want to build something, Dad can help." Tony smiles, e-mailing Misha about the Project, then deleting the e-mail. Tasha didn't need the stress, or a reason to decide to keep his body after all.
"You're my special little guy, son. No matter how big you get or what you do. We're pals for life, Eddie. Okay?" he says, talking down to Tasha's belly.
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