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[handsomejack]

Lovely, I turn my back go down to the Underground to make some money for a little bit and all hell breaks lose up here

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[protect_them]

And you think a leash would've kept him here.

I'm going to check on Anthony tomorrow even if you lot say not to. To hell with bed rest.

[handsomejack]

No but it would have made him fuss which would have amused me.

At least let Kyle drive you in the Jag. Don't walk. We don't need the wee one making an early appearance, Gwen.

[protect_them]

... stupid City.

I can walk just fine, Jack. I'm still perfectly healthy.

[handsomejack]

You're also the size of a house, Gwen. Your balance is off kilter, your body is gearing up for the greatest physical challenge of it's life and there is no point in risking your health or your daughter's when you can be driven to the hospital.

[protect_them]

The next person that calls me fat is going to get hit.

Fine.

[handsomejack]

If you could get around your belly to reach us.

[protect_them]

[handsomejack]

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[justashow]

Stun gun, Gwen. You will feel much better if you poke him a few times.

[handsomejack]

This is probably true.

[protect_them]

Don't tempt me, you prat.

Kyle, would you run me up to the hospital tomorrow? Please? I'll take you out to lunch while we're out?

[justashow]

Of course, darling. But it's my treat. I haven't been out in ages.

[protect_them]

You boys have been taking care of me for long enough. Can't I do something for you this time?

[justashow]

You're giving me a tiny person in need of an entire wardrobe of cuteness to shop for, Gwen. It's like all my Christmases at once.

[protect_them]

Lord, I've created a monster.