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[246th]

She's folding laundry when it happens. He's staying more often, but that doesn't explain how many of Aidan's t-shirts have become inexplicably mixed in with hers. She's sorting them into separate piles when her feet are suddenly wet and it takes her a moment to figure out what's just happened.

Oh, Jesus.

"Aidan? Aidan!"

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[likesthestooges]

Over his very long life, Aidan has learned how to keep calm in a crisis. He knew this day would be coming, it's why he'd been spending the night more and more, but still there was a little flash of worry in his chest when she called like that. He knew what it meant.

"Is it time?" he asked, stepping into the room and trying to look as in control of the situation as possible.

[246th]

"Unless you can think of another reason why there'd be this much mess?" she says, and then pains tabs through her and she can't speak to him anymore. She bends, one hand against her bump.

"Jesus."

[likesthestooges]

"Come on then, we've practiced this, let's get you down to the clinic," Aidan said. It would have been best if they had some sort of wheel chair or something, but they'd have to make due with what they had.

"We'll just walk between the contractions, it's going to be fine."

[246th]

"No," she says, shaking her head and breathing the way he showed her. "No. There's no way, Aidan. I can't. I can't walk all that way."