He'd figured as much, but he had wanted to clarify without actually asking and making a fool of himself. Now that he had, he set to watching Lydia, one thumb still dragging over her skin absently, the other on the button that would start the stopwatch when she had another contraction. It was all he could really do while the women were going back and forth, talking.
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Date: 2011-05-11 01:58 am (UTC)