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[single_digit]

Eddie put his pillow over his head and refused to get out of bed. Not today. Not when he opened his eyes from the most wonderful dream to find himself still in his hut in the Hamlet. He liked his hut in the Hamlet, but not as much as he liked being back home with Lily.

Today, in another dimension, Eddie's baby was being born, and in this dimension

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[moraldyslexic]

Lennox impressed himself by only tripping twice as he bolted toward the Hamlet -- Chris was so clumsy he would have fallen a bunch of times and every trip was another ten or so seconds that Eddie didn't know about Lily -- panting heavily as he skidded to a stop in front of the hut Eddie shared with Neil and Amy. He almost fell again, then recovered and flung back the sheet, not even bothering to knock.

Apparently building huts hadn't improved his health as much as he thought it would and he paused in the doorway, trying to catch his breath as he wheezed out, "Eddie!"

[single_digit]

Eddie lifted the pillow off his head and threw it at Lennox. "Happy birthday," he mumbled into his bedding. Shouldn't Lennox have been off celebrating with Chris? He'd gone to the party on the weekend and he'd even been happy about it. They could leave him alone today.

[moraldyslexic]

"Get up," Lennox managed to get out, trying to dodge the pillow and getting it right in the stomach. He caught it, then forced himself to calm down and take deep breaths so that he'd be able to speak. "I mean, thanks, but get up."

Another couple of gulps of air and he blurted out, "Lily's here with your kid!"

[single_digit]

That got Eddie's attention. "If you're joking," he said, "I'm going to kill you. I've known you and Chris since we were teenagers. I know how to hide bodies."