xp_logs | Nathan and Moira, Tuesday afternoon

Before heading off on the mission to Rio, Nathan stops by Moira's office to check on her and the baby.

The new leathers were heavy, but he wasn't going to quibble. TK-reinforceable kevlar 'brigandine' was entirely too clever - and useful - an idea. Wearing this, even if he got hit, the chances of getting hurt, or hell, even knocked down, were much diminished. Scott had pointed out that the type of role he was beginning to play more often than not out in the field meant keeping him conscious and functional was a priority, hence sacrificing some mobility for enhanced protection was a worthwhile tradeoff.

Nathan stuck his head through the door of Moira's office, smiling a bit sheepishly as she looked up from what she was working on. "Uhh, guess what," he said, stepping in. "I need to be on the 'Bird in ten minutes."

Moira stared at him for a second. "Are _all_ th' other telepat's busy?" she asked dryly. "Because tha's th' only reason I can see Scott draggin' yer butt ta a mission a week before our daughter is born."

Or it had better be the only reason was the unspoken message.

"Moira? Love?" Nathan came over and leaned against the edge of her desk. "I'm the only telepath available, remember? Betsy's got her own work these days, and Jean's not going to be ready to go out in the field again for the foreseeable future, even if she is back in training." He eyed Moira's computer for a moment, telekinesis dancing over the keys and calling up the CNN website. The story about the school in Rio was the 'front-page' headline, of course. "Besides," he said quietly. "I do have a certain amount of experience with this sort of thing."

Moira grimaced. Taking an expectant father out of town a week before was ALWAYS a recipe for disaster. But he was right, as much as she hated admitting it. She winced at the headline. "Aye, ye do. World doesnae stop for us, as we've learned."

He reached out and took her hand, raising it to his lips for a minute. "I'll be careful. And you can do me the favor of not going into premature labor while I'm gone, okay?" Nathan gave her stomach a stern look. "Or maybe I should be talking to you, munchkin."

#... ???#

A giggle escaped at that and Moira leaned up to give Nathan a quick kiss. "Well, 'tis nay really premature labor since I can safely 'ave her a week leadin' up ta th' due date an' a week after." She winked at her husband's suddenly pale face.

"You had to say that, didn't you?" Nathan decided then and there that he'd make sure he punched a terrorist today. Just... preemptively. In case. Or maybe he'd punch Scott instead? No, punching Scott would be bad. He leaned over and kissed her again, a little more lingeringly, and laid a hand briefly on her stomach as he leaned back. "Be good. Both of you."

Moira watched her husband pale a little further as she giggled...and there seemed to be a responding feeling of giggling on the link as well. "We'll try."