2018-05-06 - Happy Home

The ding of the elevator signifies the return on Tony from having been gone for around three weeks. He looks the same, maybe a little tired, and there is a bandage over a small cut over his right eye. It's late evening, and he's not expecting anyone to be here given how angry Sabrielle was before he left. He remembers something about her saying she was moving into another apartment. At any rate, he slings his duffel bag over his shoulder and trudges towarads the stairs that lead to his bedroom.

Then he'll feel it, that brush along his mind, before the little redhead appears at the head of the stairs. Her hair is loose, and she's in a long, fragile looking blue sundress. There's a damn near glow to the empath, from her skin to her hair.. Of course, the fact that she's pretty advanced in pregnancy at this point probably has something to do with it.

There's a faint sigh at the bandage. "We need to find a healer to go with you guys on missions. A slender arm with a hand reaches out, offering to him.

Tony pauses on the stairs. "Sabrielle. I wasn't...you know Grim can heal, but it's just a scratch so I didn't bother him about it." He takes that hand and drops his bag, pulling her into a tight hug while being mindful of the belly. "I missed you."

Sabrielle takes in a deep breath when she's pulled close, burying her face to his chest, the base of his throat. "I missed you too. Two days in a hotel to simmer down made me realize how much I would always miss you, if I was stupid." She whispers, holding tight.

Tony holds her close and then pulls back enough to kiss her. "Listen, let's just forget about it. I know the thought of something bad happening to me freaks you out. And if you want, I can not tell you when dangerous things come up for me. But I would much rather be able to be honest and open with you when I can."

"I don't want to become my mother." Sabrielle whispers. "After she lost my father.. there wasn't any warmth anymore. Losing him hurt her. But.. I can't protect you, and you'd hate me if I kept trying to make you play it safe." Her head tips back, looking up at him. "How about we save the dangerous things talk until I'm not pregnant anymore? I think the extra hormones and things .. make me react harder."

Tony smiles down at Sabs. "I can do that. I'll try to stay on Earth until then, too." He then walks into the bedroom, tossing his bag into a corner before sitting down and taking off his shoes. "Though I have a hard time picturing you becoming your mother." A mischevious expression comes over his face before he says, "I mean, your mom is very pretty for her age, so I at least know you won't lose your looks when you get older..."

"I'd prefer that." Sabrielle says plainly. "Because I really, really want you there when the next generation of Starks enter the world." She will smack his butt, a grumbling sound. "I hope I take after my father's mother, really. Woman is eighty, still lovely and gets mistaken for much younger. And she's still wickedly witty." She wll tug at him, leaning up to kiss him.

Tony meeps a little when she smacks his butt. He laughs, "Your..nana makes me laugh. I swear the way she acts, it leads me to believe that she was a real handful when she was younger." He pulls her into his lap. "Try not to freak out too much, honey. I am excited to raise the next generation of Starks with you."

Sabrielle just cuddles in as close as she can. "Oh, I've heard the stories. Hellion. Sneaking out, multiple boyfriends, sneaking booze.." She laughs, leaning into him. "I'm trying. It's just.. it's a lot to think on, take in. I mean.. there's going to be a baby soon. Huge change. I'm nervous."

Tony nods. "I'm nervous too. I've never been a Dad before. I mean, technically I'm Asia's dad now, but she pretty much takes care of herself. Dwelling on it, won't solve anything though. We won't know if we'll be good parents or not until we try. But for the record, I think we're going to be great."

"Well, we do sort of have every advantage anyone could want. I'm a psychic and an empath, so when they can't talk, I can still know what they need when they cry. You're wicked smart, you'll probably come up with educational toys all the time. If we need a night out, .." She pauses. "Tony. I know we said no nannies. I know. But.. a part time one.. we could have a night out, or if you needed my help on a mission.. something."

Tony grins, "Yes, I know. I don't think it would be a bad idea to have a few people on retainer in case we need a babysitter. Sometimes we might need one in a hurry. I know of a good nanny service that caters to us heroic types. What do you think?"

Sabrielle will lean up, kissing him softly. "I think we need to start interviewing and vetting candidates now, before the baby is actually. Because I may need to sleep a lot, those first few days after. That's just what I hear and such." A hand strokes over his hair. I love you. Even when you make me mad, when you're frustrating as hell, when I have to drag you out of your lab.. I love you, Tony Stark."

Tony returns the kiss and says, "You're right. We kind of neeed to take care if stuff like that. On a positive note, though. We'll have a live in sitter during the spring and summer." Tony falls back onto the bed, pulling Sabrielle with him. "I love you, Sabrielle Stark. Even when you're nagging me to eat healthy, or trying to protect me. I love you. And the reason why I take it upon myself to protect this world is because you and our future children live in it."

Sabrielle shifts and snuggles up to him, legs slowly stretching out, her toes pointed. "I wouldn't want to ruin Asia's fun like that." She'll press a kiss to his throat. "I'm sorry I've been such a mess, these months."

Tony sighs. "I don't blame you. I blame the hormones. Biologically, you can't really help it. But I'll take you, mess and all." He winks, "I did say in sickness and in health did I not?" He kisses the side of her neck as his hand slides along her upper thigh.

"It's the hormones and.. my empathy's been harder to control. It may be because of the hormones, and it's just been.. out of whack." She snuggles in, a soft little sigh. "This. This is always what I miss when you're gone."

Tony releases a sigh of content. She can feel him relax aganst her as well as sense his arousal via her empathy. However aside from some petting, he's not really making a move on her. "I miss this too when I'm away. Holding my sexy wife is the high point of my day."

There's a snort. "I hardly feel sexy, lately. I never really appreciated my range of motion, before this." There's a smile, kissing him. "Though I know you still think so.." She will whisper. "I don't know how, but.."

Tony grunts, "Are you kidding? You're glowing..and maybe you didn't know this, but the fact you're carrying my baby makes you even more desirable in my eyes." He kisses her back and takes his hand and grabs one of her breasts, kneading it gently. "It means you're mine.."

"I always was. You just didn't know it, and I was all stubborn and made you wait to make your claim." She teases, before she nuzzled along his throat. There's a faint whimper and a jerk as he grips and kneads. She'll nip along his throat.

(Cue bolero, or whatever floats your boat.)

Tony shakes his head, "Don't worry about it. Just remember I don't shield myself around you." He leans over and kisses her. He then lies down next to her. "It occurs to me that we haven't discussed baby names."

"I forget sometimes. I know you don't trust most of them." She will lower to the bed to snuggle close to him. "No, we haven't." She eyes him suspiciously

"I trust a very small percentage of them." Tony admits before wrapping his arm around her. "If it's a boy..I'd like Howard..after my dad."

"... it would work very nicely as a middle name, with a lot of more modern names." Sabrielle is trying to be fair and tactful, her hand stroking his chest and belly.

Tony eyes Sabrielle. "What the hell is a modern name? And what's wrong with Howard as a first name? Tell me what you were thinking if it's not good enough to be the kid's name."

"I'm thinking about the kid getting teased. " Sabrielle points out. "My name is.. odd, there wasn't much to really tease me with." She nuzzles. "I don't dislike Howard, honey."

Tony pffts. "He or she will get teased regardless. Because children are cruel. We can't stop that, but what we can do is make sure the kid has a good self esteem so the teasing doesn't affect them. I outsmarted my bullies as a kid."

Sabrielle blinks, pushing up. "You got bullied? I mean, I was always one of the smallest, quiet, daydreaming... so of course I did."

Tony nods. "I was the class nerd. I didn't look it, but I made perfect grades, but I kept getting kicked out of class. It was just so boring...I couldn't help it. I mean, I did patten my first invention when I was 12." He sighs. "Then I went to college and graduated at 15."

"I guess I thought being a Stark would sort of insulate from that." She confesses, leaning her head down for a kiss. "Well, I guess it means we have a Gregory Howard or a Howard Gregory." She makes a sound.

Tony hmms. "Gregory Howard rolls off the tongue better. Let's go with that one. Now what if it's a girl?"

"I think so, but I didn't want you mad at me for saying so. " Sabrielle agrees, resting her head to his shoulder, her hand resting against the roundness of her belly. "Well, Maria as a middle name goes with /everything/. "

Tony asks, "What about Maria as a first name?" He lays his hand on top of hers, the one that's on her belly. "I love this kid already."

"Well, that just opens her up when she's older, to bad West Side Story renditions." Sabrielle teases, her thumb lifting to stroke the side of his skin.

Tony plants a kiss on Sabrielle. "Let's hope she doesn't inherit your sass, or she'll stay grounded constantly."

"The only thing is that Maria is hard to come up with a middle name for." There's a snort, a face made at him. "My sass, or your sarcasm."

Tony thinks about that and shrugs, "Our kids are screwed." He laughs and hmms. "How about Maria Constance Stark."

"Constance? No. Just.. no." Sabrielle laughs, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. "Are you trying to make them hate us?"

Tony laughs, "Okay that one is bad. Maria Elane Stark?" He smiles, "I kind of like that one."

"Elaine is one we can keep in mind." Sabrielle agrees, her hand sliding out from under his to rest on him again. "I'd like to think outside the box, too. I mean, the boy name.. dads. But.."

Tony hmms, "But what? I thought we were pretty set on the boy's name." He is absently rubbing her belly as they talk.

"No, that's what I mean. We're set for a boy, and well.. our dads. It's done. But.. a girl? Your mom.. and then we can go a little more outside the box. Kestrel or Gwendolyn or..."

Tony oohs. "I like Gwendolyn. Not Kestrel though. Sounds like a hipster." He grins, "Maria Gwendolyn Stark. Yes?"

"That will work for me." Sabrielle sounds, quietly content. Her eyes close, a slow sigh as she just snuggles in and relaxes. "One more thing down. Next?"

Tony states, "God parents. Just in case something happens to us. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, I was thinking you'd want Grim. Am I wrong?" She sounds sleepy, resting there against him.

Tony nods, "I was thinking Grim, yes. And Ciara." He pulls the covers up over them both. "We can talk more about it tomorrow."

"Ciara's all right." she's maybe not sold on that pairing yet. But there is time to think about it tomorrow. "Okay. You won't go anywhere without waking me?"

Tony shakes his head, "I'll be here next to you when you wake up. Promise." He kisses her forehead before snuggling into her before closing his own eyes.