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[May. 14th, 2013|01:24 am] |
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"Possibly so," Jack says slowly. "Did you and the morning sickness arrange stakes, or was it just a conversational sort of bet?"
"It was conversational. Come in." She gestured with the mug to the living area of the small apartment. "Have a seat. Tell me what deep thoughts you've been thinking the last few days."
"...Well, if you want me to lay it out straight, Fury, I'm not sure how well my expectations of myself as a father are going to mesh with Black Diaper Baby Protocol."
Sammy sat down. Between her head and her stomach, balance was a precarious thing. "How about making that a little straighter, Power. Is this your way so long and thanks for all the coffee? Because Black Diaper Babies are a family tradition."
"Sorry, you're not rid of me that easily. I'm just trying to come to terms with how it's going to be, if you really want her-or-him with a specialist most of the day instead of with me."
"Whoa, wait a minute. You're mad because of child care arrangements? I know you're mad. You use long words when you're mad."
"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the broad general principle of not being there for my kid. We'll discuss all the options for security-detail-nannies, but I want to be one of the options discussed. If we agree I'm qualified, I'll put in for transfer out of the field, okay?"
"You want to be a stay at home parent?" Growing up in her unconventional family, it was a strange concept to Sammy. "I just told you a couple of days ago."
"I do, yeah. That is the paradigm I'm comfortable with."
Power was making leaps and bounds into territory Sammy never thought to explore. Of course he could think clearly. /He/ was getting his full day's worth of caffeine whenever he wanted it.
"Security issues aside, it's not the only reason why a nanny would be needed. What else is going on in your head?" | |