xp_logs | Nathan and Cain, late Sunday afternoon

After arrangements are made for the Vegas trip, Nathan goes to Cain to ask him for a favor. He's ~~sadistic~~ good enough to wait until Cain's drinking to drop the bomb.

Moira was just going to have to forgive him, Nathan decided firmly, for unilaterally deciding that the circle of people who knew about her being pregnant needed to be expanded a little. He sure as hell was not going off to Las Vegas with LeBeau and the kids without arranging some things.

He climbed the steps to the boathouse and knocked firmly on the door. "Cain?" he called, grinning a bit helplessly, despite his irritation at the whole 'going away and leaving my pregnant fiancee' nonsense. He was really sort of looking forward to Cain's reaction. "Open up, Cain, you're just going to love this..."

Cain stirred from his spot on the couch, hearing Nathan at the door. He spared a quick glance to his room, where Remy had spent the majority of the nights since helping Marie-Ange through her little psychosis. Despite his misgivings, the Cajun's intentions seemed to be chaste, for once. Putting his roommate swiftly out of his thoughts, Cain sidled over to the door.

The brisk December air rushed in as Cain opened the door and ushered Nathan inside. "Bitch of a north wind out there, huh?" he quipped. "What, Moira kick you out of the lab again?"

Nathan grinned. "No, actually," he said, rubbing his admittedly-cold hands together as Cain closed the door behind him. "Not that she's all that thrilled with me at the moment, but that's only because I'm taking off on a bit of a trip with your so-charming roommate. Which is actually why I'm here." He went over and flopped down in an armchair, giving Cain what could only be termed a disturbing grin. "I need a favor from you while I'm gone."

"Anything that gets Captain Cajun off the couch for a while is fine by me," Cain remarked. "So while you're off playing secret agent man again, I'm assuming you need something to keep yourself in the doctor's good graces? If you're looking for someone to send her flowers and crap, you may have the wrong guy." Cain smiled broadly, then clapped Nathan on the shoulder as he turned to grab a beer from the fridge. "Just screwing with you. Whaddya need?"

Nathan was good enough to let Cain take a drink before he answered. "She's pregnant and I need you to keep an eye on her for me," he said with a perfectly straight face.

The announcement made Cain spit an entire mouthful of beer out, thankfully over the sink. Coughing and wiping his face, he glared over at Nathan. "You! But! No! I mean, yeah, I'll - wait, WHAT? She's going to- you and she-" Cain made an incomprehensible gesture, then returned to looking both shocked and puzzled at the same time. Finally, he set down his beer, placed both hands flat on the counter, and took a deep, slow breath.

"Well, if that don't beat all," he breathed. "At least she's making an honest man out of you."

That had been... well, just about as amusing as he'd expected. Oddly enough, though, he had no particular urge to laugh. "Maddie told her on Friday," he said quietly, the smile lingering. "She hasn't been feeling all that well lately--I thought she had the flu. She thought she had the flu. Between that and how hard she's been working..." Nathan took a deep breath, trying to push away the dizzy happiness for now, at least. "She's... doing okay with it," he said, knowing that Cain knew about Kevin. "Worried, but happy, too."

"Well, um, congratulations," Cain mumbled. He knew full well both Nathan and Moira hadn't had the best parenting experiences - but that wasn't the concern. Yet. "Yeah, yeah, I'll look out for her," he said absently. "How, um... how far along, d'you know?"

"Four or five weeks," Nathan said lightly. "Enough time to be starting to do really wacky things to her mood. I thought she was going to throw something at my head when I told her I had to go away." A flash of frustration crossed his face. "Damned timing, anyway... I can't back out of this, it's too important for the school as a whole. But given the shit that seems to go on around here on a weekly basis..." He tried very hard not to grind his teeth.

Cain held up a hand. "Don't tell me the details, I don't need to know. And while I ain't hot on you and LeBeau dragging the kids along on a field trip, I know you'll keep them safe." He locked eyes with Nathan, dead serious all of a sudden. "I know you wouldn't take them into this if it wasn't necessary, and I'm trustin' your judgement there. And I don't need to give you the song and dance about havin' something more to come home to now. You know anything at all happens while you're away, Moira's taken care of. You got my word on that."

"Thank you," Nathan said gratefully. "I know I don't need to be worried about her trying to pull twelve hour shifts in the medlab as soon as my back's turned or anything - Hank and Maddie will take care of that. But given, you know, the frequency of demon invasions and all that crap..." He shrugged, the smile coming back. "I promised her daily emails and phone calls if I can manage it. I think from the way she was looking at me, I'd really better manage it."

"No shit there, chief." Cain nodded to Nathan, knowing full well the extent of Moira's Scottish temper. He didn't want to imagine what pregnancy would do to it. "Long as I ain't got to deliver your baby in an elevator somewhere, we're cool."

Nathan chuckled. "Not planning to be gone that long, Cain. Hopefully a week, tops." That was if Remy's plan worked as it was supposed to, of course. "All goes well, I'll be back here for the end of term and then she and I will head off to Muir for the break." He sighed, slouching in the chair a little. "It'll be good to get out of here for a while, to be perfectly honest."

"Vacation? Her?" Cain snorted. "Well, I'll believe it when I see it. But hey, she's the doc, she should know how to not push herself too far. You just do your stuff and get back to her. The less I have to deal with the hormones, the happier we'll all be."