Whoosh

[belegwen.livejournal.com]

Still exhausted, still crazy busy, though things are better than they were. Still no idea when we'll be going home.

Oh, and Song, my big sister sense was tingling the other day (right in the middle of this fourteen hour labor, gods, that poor woman), so I sent out some e-mails. you have an appointment with my ob-gyn on Friday at 9:00 am. You are going whether you want to or not. It's up to you if you want to get on the pill or not, but it's important to be sure you're healthy. If you don't show up, she will e-mail me, and you will not hear the end of it.

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[songbird9.livejournal.com]

Big sister sense...?

Can't I just go see Aerith or something?

[locked to Mabry]
We thought of you, you know.
We thought of how you'd kill us both if we weren't careful.

[belegwen.livejournal.com]

Nope. Last I heard, Aerith has better things to do than handle the reproductive health of the entire world.

[Glad to hear you were safe. In order to stay safe and healthy, I want you to go to that appointment.]

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

Alright, alright, I'll go.

... Where exactly am I supposed to go for this?

[belegwen.livejournal.com]

I sent you an e-mail with the information.

And don't worry about it too much.

. . . I guess I should make it up to you when I'm back and buy you some ice cream.

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

Okay.
And I won't.

Well, I don't mind that much... but I won't argue with ice cream!

Peppermint?