xp_logs | Nathan and Moira, Friday morning

Nathan and Moira head off to Muir so that she can consult with Doctor Connors on Amber's case. They're both hoping very much that she doesn't go into labor on the place. Rachel would just like to sleep, thank you very much.

"If you go into labor on this plane," Nathan murmured, patting Moira's hand as the aircraft started to taxi towards the runway, "I'm never speaking to you again. Just to let you know." He gave her a quick sideways grin to indicate that yes, he was joking, and then tried to relax in the seat.

"If I go inta labor on this plane, I'm punchin' ye," Moira returned brightly, giving him a smile that could mean either she was kidding...or, well, she wasn't. It was hard to say. "Amber needs me an' while I trust Curt, he's nay a face she'll recognize an' I'm afraid she'll panic if I dinnae arrive soon."

"Well, all things considered, there are worse places to have the baby than Muir, if it comes to that," Nathan said, then shook his head. "Forget I said that," he murmured. "Seriously. Was not spoken."

"Speak somethin' like tha' again an' they'll 'ave ta remove a teddy bear from yer stomach." Another cheerful reply. She could not imagine Curt delivering her baby. Oh no, the poor man would die of a heart attack. "Curt's goin' ta kill ye if it comes true."

Nathan snickered softly, leaning over and kissing the top of her head. First class was nicely empty on this flight, which was a definite plus. "The stewardess is giving you nervous looks."

"Tha's because I look like I'm goin' ta pop any second. Wouldnae ye look nervous?" Moira slide her eyes over to him and gave him a look that was half resigned, half amused. "Oh, wait..."

"Hey. I'll have you know, I'm Doing Very Well. See?" He showed her his fingernails. "Not chewed down to the bone. And I don't think I'm developing more white hair by the day... am I?"

"I kind o' like them."

"I'd make the obligatory comment about you finding them sexy, but you know, you were muttering this morning about how you and I were never having sex again, just because the munchkin was trying to break your ribs..." He laid a hand on her stomach. "Brat," he said fondly.

#....?# was the sleepy response. #Mneh.#

"She kicked me! Twice." Moira huffed. "If Charles wasnae shieldin' 'er, I think she might 'ave attempted to use th' TK." But she gazed fondly, if slightly irritably, at her stomach as she rubbed it. "Ye woke her..."

Nathan closed his eyes and projected soothing thoughts down at the brightly glowing presence. He sensed his daughter settle again, and smiled. "She's asleep again."

"Oh if it'll be tha' easy when she's born..."