[For Rob]

[be_normal]

Gwen's been feeling a bit like a beached whale lately. It's to be expected, the books tell her -- When you hit the home stretch, you just want it to be over. She's on the cusp of her third trimester, which apparently is designed to be so awful that you can't help but look forward to the pain of childbirth just to have the kid out of you, and has

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[dr_robchase]

There had been music in the room, but not from the radio. Because radios didn't curse and mutter in frustration as much as Chase was doing. He set the violin down gently (where the dog couldn't eat the thing) and headed to the door, leaning out and grinning widely, nearly bounding downstairs. "Gwen!" he greeted, vaguely canine-like in his enthusiasm, in that he probably would have been wagging a tail, had he one.

[be_normal]

"What on earth are you doing up there?" asks Gwen, unable to keep from smiling at the enthusiastic reception. She braces herself for the hug she can tell is coming, and the wave of wistfulness that's certain to hit her in its wake.

[dr_robchase]

He was still going to be very careful. He'd gone a little overboard probably with the precaution, but he was more than just her physician and when he did barrel forward to hug her, he made sure not to squeeze too hard. "Practicing," he said with a broad grin, giving a light peck on her cheek as he eased away and gave an almost-cocky raise of his brows. "I'm gonna be amazing," he remarked sarcastically. "You know, on the twelfth of never."

[be_normal]

"Amazing at what? Was that violin?" It was difficult to tell, although she'll not risk the blow to his ego by saying as much.

Rob's arm is afforded a firm rub as Gwen steps past him and fully into the house, eyes sweeping a quick assessment of the room, of what's changed and what's not and then lingering on the stairs. "Is he here?" she asks, conversationally, but her disinterest is just a little forced.

[dr_robchase]

Chase gave a sputter of a bemused laugh, nodding. "Yeah, it's violin," he agreed. He'd taken to practicing as high up in the house as he could get, just because he didn't like the idea of people listening in. Chase glanced over his shoulder, not having to ask who 'he' was, and he shook his head. "Nah, he's out somewhere," he said, waving dismissively. "He'll stumble back eventually. So, how's the baby?"