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Radar O'Reilly ([personal profile] incomingchoppers) wrote2024-05-17 04:41 pm
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[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-12-23 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." His smile grows. "Helga got pregnant a couple months ago, so the foal's gonna look a little like her too, but yeah -- they come out about this big," he gestures, right about at that one-fifth mark next to Danforth, "all ready to run and everything."
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-12-23 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a question that comes to Fever's mind. Probably something Radar can hear easily, so simple and direct as it is, though she has to gear herself up to say it. But she will, almost shy about it.

"...when the baby is born, can I come see it?"

Just born, and ready to run. What a wonder.
incomingchoppers: (i'm listening sir)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-12-24 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Overhearing what she's gonna say, Radar starts, just before she does: "Yeah, of course you can come see it soon as it's born, I'll call you first thing. Helga'll probably be fussing for a while but it'll help if it meets a whole lotta new people early on. That way it's more used to 'em later."
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[personal profile] abhorrently 2024-12-26 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
When she's told, she'll find a way to make time. The idea fills her with the same wonder as knowing a chrysalis would hatch into a butterfly. She still would need to be so cautious - but looking would do no harm. New life.

"I'll bring something for her too, since she'll doubtlessly be exhausted after all her hard work. In your hands, she needn't fuss too much."
incomingchoppers: (oh boy sir!)

[personal profile] incomingchoppers 2024-12-29 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Her wonder washes over Radar like sunlight emerging from behind a cloud. It makes him grin all over again, delight shared at the prospect of more life coming into the world. Just like when the 4077th helped one of the local women through a birth and the baby crying was the sweetest sound Radar thought he'd ever heard.

"I hope so," he says. "She likes me well enough already that I don't think she'll mind me being around. And as soon as you give her a couple carrots and scratch that itchy spot she can never get on her neck, she'll love you too."
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