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--and move his claw - the noises seemingly calming down Flower. I was amazed

-- my sentence to Happy, Dummy (who had wheeled himself to my right hand side, only given away by a squeaky wheel) began to chirrup--

--at the grave made the Flower resting against my chest stir and whimper, I silently pleaded she wouldn't cry. Before I managed to finish--

--confirm something I'd believed for a long time; Tony was still possibly alive. The anger in his voice as he explained about the flower--

Before my posterior had reached the stool Happy called from the tower in New York, his tone a mixture of sadness, shock and upset to --

-- taking more care than usual with the precious cargo I was carrying.

-- her blossoming bump) I tucked her into the sling I had managed to fasten and position on my own and wandered to the workshop--

Picking up Flower, a name that had stuck since Pepper found out she was pregnant (thanks to a Kylie Minogue song she used to sing a lot to--

-- I wouldn't expect things to be the universe's definition of normal! This is a Stark house after all.

-- was experiencing some sort of disassociation from the new baby, given the situation of the pregnancy, birth and Tony's...'death'. --

-- looking after Miss Stark, a job I was never reluctant to take anymore, while Pepper spent the morning with her son. I wondered if she--

--get Pepper in stitches, her peals filling the large open plan space along with whatever music Master Stark had chosen. I had been left --

The laughter through the house had been rare this last couple of weeks...no, it had been more like months. Bobby had somehow managed to--