Due (first, Tony Stark. Later, the Imaginauts and others.)

[soulstealingstark]

Alexa had been attempting to take it easy following her caffinated adventures with the Tiki Freaks. It wasn't all that difficult, really, especially since Remi had finally opened up with the l-bomb and she decided to take full advantage of it by spending extra time with him, even joining him in his tank--which had the interesting side effect of making the baby kick her harder and be generally more belligerent inside her. Alexa wondered exactly how much of the Atlantean genes were going to end up expressed in the baby, just like she wondered if the world was really ready for an Atlantean Stark. Remi's sister, Kassi, seemed to think so. Remi seemed horrified by the idea a little. The only person who hadn't weighed in was the original Stark himself.

Alexa hadn't really talked to him since they argued after rescuing Remi from cross dimensional insanity. She hadn't really seen him since her return from coffee hell and she realized that she needed to change that, even if to just stop in and notify him that she was fine. Her mother had asked her to do at least that.

So mid-morning on a Tuesday Alexa shuffled her overly pregnant self to Tony's office.

Comments

[soulstealingstark]

"I hate everyone. Tell him he's a jerk," Alexa complains as they walk, slowly, to the car and she deals with another contraction coupled with a kick from an agitated and ready to be born hybrid baby.

[avengeriniron]

"Yes, ma'am." Tony would pretty much do anything she asked, right now. It was the only way he knew how to deal with pregnant women and with a pregnant woman in labor? It seemed even more necessary.

He helped her into the waiting car and then slipped his cell phone out of his pocket, dialing Remi with one hand while keeping an arm around his daughter.

"Alexa hates everyone and you're a jerk," he announced without preamble when the line was picked up. "Also, which birthing center did you two decide on? It's become very urgent that I have this information."

[ngm_miscellaneous]

The call does not go to voicemail. It's picked up by an Atlantean out for food.