[Princeton] Tartan Bat Signal

[justalilcontact]

Who: Rogue and Lachlan
Where: PPTH
When: Late Saturday
Follows: THIS and THIS___________________________________________________

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[drcampbell]

Lachlan had been bathing his son when Rogue's call came through. Tara was out like a light in the bedroom, so Lachlan had left her a note, bundled the wee one up, complete with his hat with ears and got to PPTH as quickly as he could. Which really wasn't all that quickly at all as he came to realise that there was no such thing as 'quickly' with a newborn baby. Despite loving the fatherhood thing, he still didn't have the total expert knack of all the logistics and even though his son was wrapped up perfectly in the buggy and the baby bag was all neatly packed with about every baby item Lachlan could get his hands on in a rush, Lachlan himself was in a disarray. His jacket was in inside out, he had grabbed Tara's purple scarf instead of his own, his socks were mismatched and his hair was sticking up in all directions

[justalilcontact]

"Okay's a bit relative at the moment," Rogue replied with a wry smile. She still couldn't quite accept the sight of Lachlan with a buggy, but it made sense. The Chase in her head was very proud.

Rogue pulled out the spoon and tossed it into the cup as she sighed and frowned. "I'm never going to be able to forgive myself if anything happens to him, Lachlan. We've never--I've never--the touches before... it was never this bad. I don't know what happened. I was supposed to be in control."

[drcampbell]

Lachlan nudged the baby bag out of the way with his foot and pulled the buggy up close in front of him, then set the breaks. His hand remained protectively around the hand bar, almost as if he expected someone to walk by and try to pinch his son. But it was all reactionary and his attention was focused solely on Rogue, his blue eyes searching over her face intently for any signs she, herself, wasn't well.

He pulled his jacket off and slipped it around her shoulders to try and keep her warm. "Aye, love. Dinnae worry too much beyond the here and now. It's important you try and stay as stress free as possible. You're in your third trimester now, aye? You need to be careful." He rubbed her arm softly. "Are there any chances being pregnant has stopped the control? I mean, I dinnae want to try and indicate I know about your mutation, but medically I know being pregnant can do all sorts of weird and wonderful things to a lassie's body. And I can speak first hand experience with that."

[justalilcontact]

Rogue pulled her mouth to the side and shrugged. "I don't know, I really don't. I would have thought if it was going to interfere with my control it would have done so earlier. I was being careful, but then when the control was holding up me and Rob went right back to our usual routine."

She looked at Lachlan, and tried to battle with the voices in her head to at least get some sense of what might be happening. Every man and their psyche seemed to have an opinion. "Maybe it's a third trimester thing? What if I'm broken? What if I broke the baby?!"

A note of hysteria entered her voice and she rubbed a gloved hand over her face as her leg was once again bouncing up and down.