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[ogunquit_girl]

Frannie couldn't stop staring at the sleeping baby in her arms. She watched every intake of breath, every exhale. Her pulse spiked when his little face twisted into any expression other than serene sleep.

She was waiting for him to cough. She was expecting him to sneeze.

Even though she knew the flu wasn't here - it was contained to their world and it hadn't followed them here on their clothes (even if it had, she'd burned hers shortly after coming through to the Nexus, even the time she'd just walked into her bedroom in Maine for a few minutes before backing out in horror.

Still, Frannie watched her son sleep, listened to the soft silence of breathing unencumbered by snot or phlegm or whatever had choked the life out of her world. Against every odd there was, she was here, Stu was here, and her baby had survived arguably the most stress filled pregnancy ever, to arrive a respectable 6 pounds 9 ounces, with a pair of lungs announcing his arrival. Loudly.

If Frannie could remember how to pray, she would have right then and there.

Gathering type post - tag Frannie, tag each other (feel free to top level with Frannie asleep if you want, or just outside the room). If your pup saw the stationery post, feel free to jump to the conclusion that the hotel's only pregnant woman popped.)

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[ogunquit_girl]

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find plenty of things for you to do," Frannie answered, eyes twinkling with just a hint of mischief. "After all, the diapers aren't going to up and wash themselves."

She quirked a single eyebrow at where he stood, the posture and the position, and her memory flashed back to their first committee meetings, before he'd truly accepted himself as a member of that committee. Without a word, she raised the hand not cradling the baby towards him.

That accomplished, she looked at Stu with the tell-tale line forming between her eyes because she was waiting for an answer to that one as well.

[east_texas_stu]

Stu laughed at Frannie's reply, even though he knew that he would end up doing some of the dirty work as well.

Naturally,she was concerned about the leg.

"I didn't find out much that I didn't already know...badly set,over used...They can't do much here. It will probably need surgery, if we manage to get to a place where they have the stuff to do it. All I can do for now is try and take it easy on it."

[digyourman]

After a moment staring at Frannie's outstretched hand, Larry stepped slowly forward and slipped his fingers around hers. None of them could refuse her anything, and this was no different.

"Have you talked to Martha? She might be able to take your through to her world," he asked Stu as he gently perched on the edge of the bed. "You can't just sit here and wait for it to fix itself, man."

[ogunquit_girl]

Once Larry had joined her and she had them both close, Frannie relaxed back against the pillows. She was pretty sure she'd feel this way all the time, especially after they lost Nick to whatever forces ran this place. Losing him once was bad enough...she didn't want to experience that again with Larry or Stu.

"He's got a point, Stuart," she replied, using his full name for emphasis. "I know there are others that can go back and forth, some pretty easily. She'd probably be able to do a better job than in Boulder, too, since we didn't exactly have crack surgical teams there."

[east_texas_stu]

Stu did have to admit she had a point. He noticed she used his full name to show she was really serious.

"Yeah, I will agree on that. At least we had a real doctor by the time I left and not just the country vet, but still..." He sighed. "I'm still getting used to all this...these doors to different places. I don't much like it, but I'll talk to her about it. I want to be able to help you out, and I'm not a lot of good this way."