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"Eee!"

Excuse the noise, there's an excitable turquoise two-month old getting tickled with one of the new spring tulips by her mother. Both Mother and daughter are tucked up on one of the couches, enoying a breif moment of waking peace for the two of them.

"What is that, Mairi...is that a flower tickling you..."

Open to being bothered, or just to soak up the adorable.

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[action-rad.livejournal.com]

Christmas shopping with the Witwickys is tiring, and Milliways is oh so inviting by the time it's all said and done.

He'd take up his usual activities but for the sound of a baby's squee.

Time to indulge curiosity and find the source of the sound.

[command_dot_com]

The source of the sound is a little turquoise face and hands next to a very familiar green woman.

The reason is simple, baby is getting tickled! Ofcourse her attention does go to the shiny new energy that's coming up, and Rad'll find himself being bombarded with babbling signals.

[action-rad.livejournal.com]

Very babbly. They're hard to make out, but Primus, they're excited in tone.

"Hello Dot. Who's this?"

[command_dot_com]

"This little lady is Mairi..." And Dot has nothing but happy pride in her expression in saying that. "She surprised Bob and I by arriving a little under 2 months ago..."

[action-rad.livejournal.com]

"'Surprised'?" he asks, somewhat puzzled. The pregnancy wasn't a secret to anyone. "How so?"

[command_dot_com]

"She arrived early...right in the middle of Matrix's wedding ceremony."

[action-rad.livejournal.com]

"She— What? Oh?"

Pause.

"I hope the unexpected arrival didn't upset him? Too much?"

[mendanddefend_archive]

Mairi might start squirming and looking around a lot all of a sudden. This is because she just sensed Daddy coming into the room.

:: Hi, Mairi! ::

[command_dot_com]

Daddy is going to get that familiar signal bombardment in keytool that has come to mean 'hi daddy!'

"Oooh now what has your attention, little lady..."

[mendanddefend_archive]

That would be the man who just leaned over the back of the couch to plant a peck on his wife's cheek.

"Hi."

[command_dot_com]

"Hi."

And ofcourse she just has to kiss him back. "How was work?"

[mendanddefend_archive]

"Nothing special. Just another spammed shoot-em-up Game." He reaches down to beep his daughter's nose. "And how are you two processing?"

[command_dot_com]

"We're doing good...someone's learning about User-world spring blooms.."

Mairi however just giggles and tries to grab her father's finger from the beeping.

[md_donighal]

Behold a nova. "Evening, Dot." Gentle-but-not-condescending voice. "Hey there, blessed event. I'm your funny uncle Michael."

[command_dot_com]

"Donighal! Long time, no see!"

Hi, funny-uncle-Michael! Have a baby raspberry!

"Pbbht!"

"She doesn't mean that, you're just being silly, aren't you Mairi?"

[md_donighal]

"I'm sure she is. If she's the human-equivalent age she looks, 'silly' is going to be her general effect for a while.

"And speaking of whiles, it has been one, hasn't it? Bob told me and Jennifer about the thing with the Codemasters; have they made themselves known again? Speaking of Jennifer, you've not actually met her, have you?"

[command_dot_com]

"Yes it has, haven't seen you since the wedding." Dot's used to fast info-laden replies. It's a Matrix family trait, and with Enzo well. That trait came in spades growing up. "No, they haven't made themselves known, and it's a pleasure to meet you Jennifer, you'll excuse me if I don't get up, I've got an armful of silly girl to take care of."

[slidingjennifer.livejournal.com]

"It's okay — Dot, right?" Jennifer (who bodyslid in the moment Michael mentioned her name) asks as if she didn't know full well. "I'll never be a mother, but I was an older sister for a while when I was alive." She holds out a hand for shaking. "Jennifer Landers, dead, 2008 of Michael's home Earth. Nice to meet you."

(All this conversation is a nice cover for the part of her brain that's going ZOMG POST-CANON FANFIC BABY (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/15703352.html?thread=643795512#t643816504) BORN TO ONE OF MY CHILDHOOD ROLE MODELS.)

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"Right, I'll assume Michael has told you a little bit about me already..." Baby held comfortably in one hand, the other is reached out to shake hands personably, with the expected plastic texture sprite-skin tends to have. "It's nice to meet you too Jennifer, though I'm sorry about the part about you being dead."

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

When Jennifer Walters breezes in the door, she's carrying a purple bike messenger bag with the words "DON'T ASK ME ABOUT THE DEFENDERS" embroidered tastefully in large white Courier font on the flap, wearing her new(ish) costume of purple jeans and her white and purple maillot top, and carrying a motorcycle helmet. Who knew that she could get to Milliways from a taqueria in Phoenix?

Seeing that there's a Dot, she immediately heads towards the couch, only to see...

...a baby.

Jen is temporarily caught between an intense desire to squee, an intense desire to jump up and down, and an intense desire to cheer.

She settles for putting her hand over her mouth to suppress cooing.

"Ohmigosh. Ohmigosh, they really did it, they really did it. Dot?"

[command_dot_com]

"Jen!" Dot would be cheering for the return of a good friend, who has not yet had the pleasure of seeing the newest miracle edition to the Matrix family, but said addition needs to be securely supported at all times, and is currently in Mom's arm! "Who really did what?"

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"You did! You had the baby!"

There's a tiny (to Jen's eyes) turquoise baby. So tiny that squee meters have now gone off the scale.

Jen stashes her bag and helmet next to the couch, and then grins down at Dot. In fact, she practically blasts Dot with goodwill.

"Now, who is this tiny person?"

[command_dot_com]

"This little lady is Mairi," She's soaking up that goodwill, every pixel of Dot is, in fact. She looks a lot more worn, but by large and far very happy too. "Say hi to your fun aunt Jennifer, Mairi."

One little tiny hand is lifted up to wave at Jen, with much gleeful burbling and cooing from the baby girl.

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

First things first.

Jen gets down on her knees next to Dot and promptly folds her into her arms -- carefully so as to not disturb Mairi, of course -- and hugs her hard, then kisses Dot's cheek.

"Good for you, sweetie. Look at you! I'm an auntie?"

[command_dot_com]

...You know, sometimes Dot forgets that Jen can do things like that.

"Yes, you're an auntie. Well a godparent, should anything happen to me or Bob." God forbid, but, you know Dot. She has to have back-up plans for her backup plans, and someone would have to be very foolish to mess with a godmother like Jennifer Walters. "She's just under 2 months old now, and wearing us both out when she isn't sleeping, or eating 2 times her weight in formula every cycle."