Medical Lab, SPD HQ [Afternoon, January 15, 2029]

[bridge_carson]

It had nearly been a year since Gruumm's final defeat, and although in that time Earth (or any nearby systems) had not seen any large scale invasions again, there had been a constant flow of small crisis after small crisis. Enough so that certain, ahem, family planning projects had been unable to be undertaken.

But today? Today was the day that

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[needsaparrot]

"I think that's reserved for when they're born," Xander said helpfully and not at all as if the only way he'd managed to distract himself from doing just that was to create a small Jenga tower out of neatly-wrapped Twinkies on the nearest empty lab bench. "Conception's traditionally more about... maybe you should just pace."

[bridge_carson]

"Oh, I'm planning to pace then too," Bridge assured him. Maybe he could just spend the entire next nine months doing so?

[needsaparrot]

"Do you actually have that scheduled out?" Xander asked, only half joking because Bridge. "Like little blocks of time for the pacing and the giving away cigars and the passing out?"

Possibly not in that order.

[bridge_carson]

"No!" Bridge protested. In a way that totally gave away that by 'no' he meant 'maybe'.

[needsaparrot]

"Did you remember to leave some free time for freaking out about whether you forgot anything?" Xander had not grown up with Willow Rosenberg for nothing.

[bridge_carson]

"...It's in the timetable," Bridge admitted.

[multiplez]

"If you start doing the other thing I'm leaving," Z warned them.

[needsaparrot]

"Which would be counterproductive and also way too chilly in here," Xander acknowledged.

[bridge_carson]

"Plus I feel like all the lab equipment is staring at me," Bridge admitted. "It's kinda creepy."