Hare-Suicidal

21 The sun is setting as he rides alone in an auto car as it winds its way to down the curvy road to town. Rapidly taping his fingers on the crest of his lap filling bump while he thinks about what is going on with Henry and his mother, Alana. None of it good. It had been a long trip back home. After having to stay four extra days at his moms. To be able to get down and catch the express train back to the capital. After a week on a cramped freighter, they arrived at the cube station and got through all the checks needed to get back to planet side. That was a whole day of boringness and annoyance. Expecting them to just be able to go home is ruined a few minutes after they got back to The Institute. It has really changed first off the landing area for shuttles from the cube station and in future their own if it ever gets finished. It now being made of a dozen or more rings around a central core versus the just a big round ball it was when they left. Are all off on their own some

19 Zella walked out of the room with a look of annoyance as he sat down in the recliner. He sighed at her as she left towards the kitchen, tossing the remote to him. Where his mom and Abby. His sister who lived at their old family house now. We're happily chatting and cooking away for an early lunch. Why did she always have such a distant relationship with him? Well, really, she seems to see herself above the entire family. Abby and her arrived late yesterday. Few days after he and Henry had arrived. He is very glad to see Abby after spending two days helping his mother around the house. Though strangely just her and not her entire family. It's been just painting a couple of rooms. But it was tiring work. She said that she wasn't sure if they would come. Kids were busy with school and her husband wasn't likely to get off work. Henry helped him finish the den, and he got to talk about his mother. And the phone call. But all that got from him was that it was his mom being annoying. And

17 Glancing up from his book at the snowy landscape, Clint sighs, then winces from a sudden sharp kick to his ribs. “Always one of you that can’t just be still.” He rubs near the spot of his getting kinda comically sized baby bump. At least on him. Now at the end of twenty-eight weeks. To anyone who looks at him, he is firmly, looking like he’s about to pop out huge twins. If not approaching triplet territory. It hasn’t grown too much since before they left. Just rounded out some and become a whole lot heavier. He wished he were a bigger person. Just so people would stop staring so much. Thanks to his regular exercise. So far it’s not that bad carrying it around, just general aches and pains and it getting in the way a lot. Overall, all things considered he has had a quite easy pregnancy. Few times of being sick to his stomach and the annoying near constant eating on something. To get his required calories in. Or the random powerful kick to his ribs or insides from them,

15 Morning of week twenty-two arrives to find Clint and Henry in bed. Henry lays cuddling against him, his arm draped over his chest pulling him close. Even if the two had a brief fight the night before. It didn’t show. The fight was primarily about Henry being a dummy. Doing his job and getting hurt. It looks worse than it is. He has a cut along the side of his head and up to just above his left eye. It is from him not just stepping off a ship down at the harbor. He jumped, lost his footing and face planted into a giant metal crate. He needed sixteen stitches and likely a little bit of minor surgery to fix up a patch of scales near his eyebrow. He was lucky it didn’t do more damage. This all had happened the day before. Clint awakes with a quiet groan to himself. For the need to pee has woken him up again. Something he is already tired of. Looking down, feeling the weight on his chest. He sighs, seeing Henry’s large arm across his chest. He wiggles a bit, crawling out from

13 Awoken from his little after bath nap. By a very shrill alarm of the house assistant announcing a message has been received from Ali. After stretching and grumbling about why, it had to be such a harsh alarm. He hauls himself out of the bed and goes to the small screen by the bedroom door. The message is brief and to the point. “We have received the images back. I am currently dealing with meetings. I will call you or you can call me at three thirty or four o’clock.” Signed with Ali’s signature. The clock on the screen says it’s two thirty. After sending her a message back and some nervous pacing and a little worrying. His stomach lets out a loud growl. He sighs and rubs it through his bathrobe and leaves to find something to eat. Finding a leftover salad. That he freshens up by adding enough strips of lightly fried fish that it likely cancels out its healthiness. Sitting on the couch, he finds an old movie to watch while he eats. After eating enough to satisfy himself but not

11 Clint is sitting his hands resting and nervously tapping one of his fingers on the ever-growing rise of his bump. He and Henry are sitting in Ali’s office. Henry is trying to hold a hushed but heated phone conversation. With most likely his new assistant. He hadn’t been happy to get one. He is very much a do everything himself kind of person with his work. The new head, though they still haven’t arrived yet. Made a rule for all heads to have an assistant last week. Some even got groups. It wasn’t much of a worry for Clint, it just a more general worry honestly. He is more worried that the chair Henry is in is going to collapse. Given how much it groans and creaks when he moves, suddenly Henry will eventually get it sorted. His mind is more on the exams they did on him. And how hot and uncomfortable her office is. Uncomfortable is mostly from the chair he is in. Due to it being too big and oddly shaped for him. He has to sit straight-legged in it and slightly leaned back. Because