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[clumsy_auror]

The contractions are regular, now. Regular, and steady, and growing stronger. She keeps giving Bernard feeble smiles, as she paces the floor, trying to stay limber and move around while she still can.

One imagines the kettle will be going fairly constantly for the people ensconced in the living room.

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[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

Grinning crookedly, Dude holds his fingers a hair's breadth apart.

"Just a bit, dollface. Just a bit."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

She grabs a nearby bottle of whiskey and tips in more than a bit, a mischievous look on her face.

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

"Ah ah ah!" Chuckling, Dude stops her. "I wanna be able to remember holdin' the little bugger. Or at least not drop him."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

"It's her first. Reckon we have about thirty hours to sober up."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

His face falls. "That long? That long?"

A disappointed shuffle.

Dude wants to meet him.

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

And so does Kathleen.

"Well, it depends, I guess. My cousin had all her kids in five hours. Every birth is different."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

Hopefully, "I'll keep my fingers crossed. Fingers 'n toes crossed."

He casts a speculative glance at Aziraphael, who's fumbling with a half-finished jigsaw puzzle in the living room.

"He's quiet today. Quiet."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

Kathleen nods, and pulls her husband to sit with her at the dinng room table.

"He was quiet when he was around a couple of weekends ago, too. You know, after New Year's."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

"Hope everything's okay. With, uh. You know." A significant look, which Dude thinks is subtle. "You know."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

A frank look.

"Yes. I do know. We're at the end of the universe, Dude. It's entirely sayable."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

"Well. Well." He shrugs somewhat defensively, and nods to the people collected in the living room. "But they might not. Nobody's business but theirs, I reckon. Nobody's at all."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

"True," she concedes, taking a sip of her coffee. "But from the looks Ted was giving the angel earlier, I'd say they have an idea."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, reckon they might." Dude glances over at Ted, grinning. "Ain't hard to see where 'Dora gets her sense of humor."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

Kathleen smirks.

"Yeah." She lowers her voice. "She seems like a pill till you factor him in. Complimentary."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Yep." An angelic grin. "Kinda like two other married folks I know."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

A sharp kick to his shin.

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

Dude chuckles throatily. "Don't abuse me, woman. You know I'm fragile. Fragile."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

Kathleen sips her coffee idly, looking him up and down.

"I'd say you've got a few good years left, old man."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. My old lady works me pretty hard. Pretty damn hard."

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

A blush lights her cheek, and she giggles, looking for all the world like a 25-year-old philosophy professor with a yen for cowboy boots.

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

Dude smiles slyly and covertly pats her on the behind.

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

She elbows him.

"Watch it. There are children present."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

A flat look. "You think she hasn't seen worse?"

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

"Point."

[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

"They're... uh." He laughs, suddenly. "They're affectionate."