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So, um...Dad. (open to Stark-ish family and Remi)

The test results weren't changing. The little parasitical organism growing inside Alexa wasn't going away. The hormones were getting worse, as evidenced by Alexa's keen strategy of kicking Remi in the nuts to rescue him from a really bad situation. She had also noticed a slight...bump going on where her stomach was and guessing by Remi's near inability to look up from her chest these days she was pretty sure that her stomach wasn't the only thing that had swollen.

There was no denying it now. Alexa was with Atlantean spawn. Do they make booties for wingy feet?

"Remi?" she peeked in at him. He'd been having a lot of Tank Time since the whole ball-kicking incident.

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Alexa wathced her father leave and then turned her eyes on her boyfriend. It was pretty clear that she had bungled things based on the subtle dip in his energy and the way the light didn't quite meet his eyes. It seemed that not only did she manage to not inherit even an ounce of the Stark Smoothness, but she had managed to pick up some interpersonal clumsiness along the way.

"We can order things to go," she says after a moment, looking down at her own menu.

He took in a breath. There was a lot to assimilate. Rather than focus on the part that freaked him out slightly, he chose to pay attention to the part he regretted. He was, by his estimation, the reason Alexa was overwhelmed and unstable. His actions and faults lead to it.

"That will take a lot of bags if you're ordering the left side of the menu," he teased quietly. He looked over at her to try to gauge some way of being helpful.

"Yes. But you're strong. I know this firsthand. And I'm pretty sure the little you within me will loan me some strength if it means he gets pasta," she smiles. "I could give you a shoulder rub to make it up to you?"

She tried to not to look or sound nervous, but he was hard to read sometimes.

He gave her a small grin. "That's all right, but I don't need one. You, on the other hand, might need one. We'll get our food to go and settle in somewhere where you're comfortable."

He paused a beat. "Even if that means I have to picnic in a lab with experiments."

Not his favorite place to be but sacrifices had to be made.

"I was thinking more like a comfy chair nearest your tank of relaxation." Sacrifices indeed.

"That will work." He waved over the waitress and placed their to-go order. He got a slightly baffled look at the order for the left side of the menu, but the order was taken and delivered to the kitchen.

"Now, will you want me in or out of the tank? Easier to eat outside the tank. Food won't float away..."

"Where will you be most comfortable? We perhaps should consider getting you a flotation device with a tray for food sometime so that you can chill and also enjoy your dinner. Like those drink things in pools."

He scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Mm. I can float around any time. I'd prefer being in a comfy chair with you in my lap. I've got shields to protect you in case I get sloppy."

"Is that so? Hm. The Remi Chair does sound so much more comfortable than watching you float around...and if you get me dirty you'd have to clean me up..."

"Just so," he answered. Remi gently grabbed her hand and held it.

"Though I do admit I'm pretty damn good at getting you dirty."

Alexa squeezed his hand lightly and smiled.

"You do. You're a dirty, dirty man, Remi. What am I going to do with you?"

He guessed she meant that as a rhetorical question. However, it did not stop his facade from cracking just a little.

"Keep me." His voice grew a little more tender. "Or at least I hope you do."

"I have no plans to ever let you go," she whispers.

He smiled without tentativeness or guile. He turned more in his chair and leaned closer. He placed the hand not holding hers softly against her stomach.

"You and our baby are the only sure things I have. I don't... I don't want to lose either of you." Despite his not-wise yet effective plan to get everyone else out of a dimension full of evil faerie things.

"I'm a Stark. The baby's part-Stark. It's going to take one hell of an effort to dislodge either of us from being pains in your ass, Remi," she teased gently then covered his belly-based hand with her own.

"We are yours, Remi. We're not going anywhere. We...we are your family here. This is our family."

"I..." He got a little misty-eyed at that. He tried to cover it up by placing a kiss on Alexa's cheek.

"I'm honored." After he said it, he looked a little dismayed the royal formality crept in. "Also, getting out of my depth in this conversation apparently."

"So am I, honestly," she said quietly and squeezed his hand tightly. "I guess we just have to keep each other afloat."

"I won't let you drown, Alexa." He meant more than water, but it still would look bad if the Crown Prince of Atlantis let his woman go under and not come back up.

He glanced up to see to servers coming out with their bags of food. "C'mon. Let me help you up."

Remi was very not sure how steady her legs were after the earlier emotional instability.

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