"Soon. Don't worry, Power, I have this covered. There will be a doctor browbeating me about coffee and stopping time shortly. SHIELD be benefits are pretty good. "
"Yeah, I know, that's why I've got mom on temp coverage," Jack mutters. "Am I allowed to attend? The... doctor...stuff, I mean."
"You want to see the doctor? Why?" She was genuinely interested now.
Jack looks slightly bemused at the question. "...Because...I'm the father?"
"Right, invoke logic. Power, I just had a physical. This would just be confirmation and lists of things I can and can't do, most of which I intend to ignore. If you want to be around for that, be my guest."
And Jack will decide to just stick with nodding at that. "Thanks." Pause. "Have you talked to La Contessa yet?"
"I did, and she assured me that no one will be shot. Although if you see her and she has questions, I'd appreciate it if you ignored them. I've also vetoed her suggestion that I move home. Didn't fight this long for independence just to run back at the first bump in the road."
"Understandable policy," he acknowledges. Of course, her mother's view is reasonably understandable too, but Jack's getting the hang of this conversation enough not to say that part. And there must be a way to politely avoid too many questions.
Sammy smiled widely. This was going far better than she had hoped.
"Glad we're on the same page, Power. I appreciate how reasonable you're being. No reason to get crazy or make changes to what already works very well."
"There's... definitely a lot of changes on hand already without multiplying them unnecessarily, yes," he says thoughtfully.
"Come over for dinner this weekend. We can exchange notes and I'll probably have a stack of files potential nannies from Mom."
"Thanks I'd like -- nannies?"
When Margaret Power seemed like she was going to require full time care for her neurological disorder, Jack, the pragmatist of the group, hadn't even suggested hiring a nurse. He'd told his siblings he was quitting the war.
There was... just some things one /did/.
"...Yeah. Talking about that would be ... good. I'd like properly discuss all the options." Like the one he actually wanted to do: get out of the field and give the kid a stay at home parent.
"Well, more like security. I had several when I was growing up. Mom and Dad couldn't always be home and I couldn't always be at HQ. There were times I didn't see them for weeks. But yes, a combat nanny. The folks will insist. A grandbaby would be as big a worry for Dad as I was."
"...Yeah. Obviously the prevention of a nightmare scenario is a valid security concern." He's not only going to be a father, he's going to be the father of someone who is already the subject of a nightmare scenario. Okay.
"Yeah, you have a lot to think over. Just keep in mind that I have it under control." For the moment. It could be different after her first day of reduced caffeine. Sammy only knew that she had a lot to lose if she didn't put things into the right perspective. Her career, such as it was, for one. Although, she could use it to her advantage. Finish her degree, for one.
"I'll let you tell your family just so you can't accuse me of talking to your sisters too much. And don't forget Friday." |