fifteen :: [voice; fail-locked from Angelica Jones-Maximoff]

[oncemercurial]

[There's some silence before Pietro actually begins speaking. When he does, it's not the usual clipped, sparse tone. Instead he seems unsure and well, slightly embarrassed.]

... Is there a reason a woman would require multiple pregnancy tests? I've tried googleing, but the answers were largely unsatisfactory.

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permavoice;

[mockingbirdie]

Usually it means she thinks she's pregnant.

[permavoice]

[oncemercurial]

Ah...

[Well, that suspicion is confirmed at least.]

[mockingbirdie]

Yep. That answers that.

[oncemercurial]

Not really. There's still the question of why she'd hide them from me.

[mockingbirdie]

I dunno, sport. Maybe she wanted it to be a surprise.

[oncemercurial]

Do I really strike you as a sport?

... Perhaps. I hate to confront with evidence gathered from the trash, though. It seems like a bloody dreadful way to begin a conversation.

[mockingbirdie]

Yes. Yes you do.

You could always let her do the talking. Good grief, Pietro. You're a father, how did Crystal go about telling you?

[oncemercurial]

She didn't, actually. I returned to Attilan after a tenure of service with the Inhuman Royal Militia and it was really quite obvious.

[And he's still sore about it, too.]

[mockingbirdie]

Maybe Angelica wants to do it right and tell you when she's ready.

[oncemercurial]

Well, I've apparently made that impossible.

My wife demands my attention now, Bobbi Morse, but if I might trouble you later. I'd like to learn how to properly filter messages on this damned technological horror.

[mockingbirdie]

I'll show you how, after I buy you a drink... Daddy.

[oncemercurial]

I suppose that's an improvement over sport.

[mockingbirdie]

Chin up, Papa Bear. It'll work itself out. These things always do.