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It was not going to be perfect and Moby knew it from the moment he brought up the clinic to his zealous partner. He was supposed to keep his stress levels below 'pit in stomach' status less he were to aggravate a certain time placement genetic disorder. Quite plainly Moby was jittering as an expectant mother would, not completely out of place but a hopeful father shouldn't be filled completely with dread the second he walks into the doctor's office.

They've had time, Moby reminded himself, to think this over, discuss the possibilities and probabilities. The vote was unanimous, or at least it had been last night over take out Thai and wine for Adam, water for Moby please no alcohol. He dragged his free hand over his bald scalp, relieving stress built up on his furrowed brow. A peck on the cheek conveyed all that it should and he relaxed, minutely nodding and followed Adam with a renewed energy. The pit loosened and he felt the white haze on his vision lessen into the background.

"You think so?" He questioned before looking over the desk, short stature leaving cause to raise up on his toes. "Erm, yes. Hullo. Winchcomb and McCormick?"

"Of course!" Adam placed another kiss on Moby's cheek and squeezed his hand once again. "Why would I say it if I didn't think it, silly!" He knocked his shoulder against Moby. This was going to be a wonderful day. The mixture of nervous energy and pure unadulterated joy, made it almost impossible for him to stay still or to tone down his affection for his partner. His whole body was humming with it.

"Thank-you!" Adam said to the nurse giving her one of his trademark toothy smiles.

"Come on, let's go see if they have some parent magazines, those are fun to read! Right, Moby?" He cuddled closer to Moby as he led them to the indicated chairs. Adam wasn't normally one for waiting room chairs, but given the circumstances, he couldn't bring himself to complain about them as he would usually.

"Love you!"

It didn't take too long for Ronchas to emerge from the back, rubbing his hands together with hand sanitizer. Couldn't be passing along germs to the future parents, after all.

"Hello, hello, hello," he greeted the couple seated in the waiting room with much excitement, holding out his now sanitized hand as a greeting.

"An honor, oh my an honor?" Ronchas laughed, trying to sound humble, but he failed, chest puffing out automatically. "Well, if the two of you would come to my office," he suggested, directing them to the door behind him.

Moby had just barely finished scrawling out a comment before he was dragged to the hospital room, comforting words still reaching his ear and he gave a half grin before adjusting his glasses. There was a small tingling sensation in his toes that preempted spontaneous time travel, probably something to do with the tense situation he was finding himself in. Subconsciously he gripped Adam's hand tighter, not wanting to drift off in the least bit into some unknown time.

He looked up at the sanitary lighting, harsh and bleak and it somehow calmed him. He let out a small sigh and relaxed against Adam's shoulder with an almost giddy grin.

"I'm sorry I was occupied. My name is Melville McCormick." He said quietly, reaching out his free hand, to shake the doctor's hand. "Please. Call me Moby. And that's a total agreement on my side. Thank you. Very much for this."

Despite it obviously being a simplified version, a lot of the science Dr. Ronchas just said went above Adam's head. He was by no means a scientist or a doctor or anything that required more than the required years of science and math from high school. He had a Moby for all of that! So he nodded along, made a couple of a appropriate noises and kept his grip on Moby's hand just as strong as Moby was. He was also trying to send a telepathic message to him that he was in over his head, but Adam's not a telepath no matter how hard he tries. He just gets headaches when he tries from concentrating so hard.

"Um, well, I think it sounds all fine a dandy, but Moby, what do you think with that oh so spectacular intellect of yours?" He turned his attention to Moby and gave him his best, 'I have no idea what he just said, please make a decision for me 'cause I'm a little confused' look. It can be hard to communicate all that in just a look, but Adam though he was doing a good job.

His attention to a quick turn to Dr. Ronchas. One thing he had caught was the idea of either he or Moby carrying the baby, and they had talked about that. "Would it be dangerous for the person carrying the baby?"

"Good, good...it's just," Adam took a minute to try and wrap his tongue around the words he was trying to say. It's hard, the whole talking thing and getting people to understand what you mean, and this situation was especially hard to vocalize, "I realize that, well, the obvious lack of well, a to be blunt, a v****a, or even a womb, might pose some, I don't know, risk, that wouldn't be present in a female body." An obvious flush graced Adam's cheeks and he fidgeted in his discomfort about talking about the female form. They're icky!