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“I think Buck is pregnant.”

The hands stop rubbing and drop to the desk. Hen looks at him bleary-eyed and squinting, and Eddie wonders if he spoke words or if what came out was just garbled nothing.

“I’m sorry?”

“I—” He shifts from foot to foot. “I think Buck might be pregnant. Again.”

Hen slots her glasses back onto her wrinkled nose and says, “What, can you smell it on him?”

That shakes Eddie out of it a little. “What? No, his birthmark.”

The wrinkled nose is paired with an eyebrow raise, and Hen tilts her head a fraction. “What about his birthmark?” she asks slowly, like she’s talking to a child or a mental patient.

“It kind of…glows?”

Hen, his current captain, his former partner, one of his best friends, looks at Eddie like he’s lost his mind.

“Boy, if you don’t get out of my office so we can go home.”

“No. I—!”

Eddie puts his hands on Hen’s chest to stop her from kicking him out when she gets up and rounds her desk, and when he realizes where his hands have landed, moves them to her shoulders and squeezes.

“Hen. I’m serious.”

Hen looks at him steadily for a moment, then steps out from under Eddie’s hands and closes the door gently. She sits on the edge of her desk, and Eddie suddenly feels as if he’s confessing some sort of crime.

“Okay,” she says, palms up. “What makes you think Buck’s pregnant?”

Starting with this morning and how he first noticed that Buck’s birthmark was swollen just like when he was pregnant with Violette, Eddie recounts the whole day to Hen as if she wasn’t there, ending with,

“Chim says it could be thyroid, or—or kidney, or—”

“But you don’t think so.”

Eddie takes a breath. “No, I don’t think so.”

Another steady gaze, this one softer. “I think,” Hen says, “that you should be talking to your husband about this. And not me.”

Eddie runs his hands through his hair, feeling the greasy strands between his fingers. “How do I tell my husband that I think he’s pregnant without sounding like a huge asshole?”

Hen flicks her eyebrows, as if to say Good point.

or, buck is pregnant. eddie just doesn't know how to tell him.

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