A/N: Awwwww...Easter's over already. I had so much fun sleeping half of the time after the removal of my wisdom teeth. Those pain killers are really effective when it comes to knocking the daylights out of me. I think I slept through the entire Easter holiday lol. Anyways, here's the next chapter. It's not as long as I wanted it to be but after being in pain half of the time and being half dazed due to those pain killers I think I did a pretty good job with this chapter. It's in Jared's POV... Also, thanks to roguelane for the idea of this chapter :)


He liked going to the doctor's office but it wasn't so that he could get medicine and feel better. It was for the lollies his doctor always gave him when he stuck his tongue out and let the doctor listen to his heartbeat. He loved that grape flavoured jelly baby lolly that he normally chewed for a total of twenty seconds before swallowing. It was the best part of visiting the doctors to him.

But as he sat beside his father in the strangely blue and pinkish coloured waiting room all he could think about was airplanes and rocket ships. He really didn't think much about jelly baby lollies or why they were even at the doctor's office today. He just couldn't stop thinking about the way they ignited and flew as if they were as light as birds. He loved the way they would glide in the sky and soar like all those pigeons he always loved to watch fly around.

He held the little plastic air plane toy in his hands and studied it closely. It was the modelled air craft of the F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet that his father built for him yesterday. He loved the way the angled tail at the back stuck out in a 90 degree angle as if emphasising the Jet Fighter's sharp and unique design. He stared closely at the cockpit and wondered dreamlessly what it would be like to sit inside one.

He glanced wearily at his father who seemed serious in thought and wondered if his father would build him an actual F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet if he asked nicely. He thought diligently for a moment as he carefully weighed the theory forming in his head. Maybe if he was a really good boy today then his father might just build him one. A proper F-15 Eagle Fighter Jet not the small modelled version sitting in his hands.

"Mr Stark, you may come in now…"

He glanced from the jet fighter in his hands to the doctor who smiled politely at him. He felt his father lifting him from the seat and he quickly pocketed the keychain sized jet fighter and eagerly watched as they followed behind the doctor.

"Where are we going?" he asked curiously as his hand aimlessly played with the duck tail of hair behind his father's head.

"We're going to see mummy," his father replied softly and smiled briefly at him.

"What about the baby?" he asked softly.

"We'll get to see the baby on a computer screen," his father answered.

"Is it Jarvis?"

His father chuckled briefly and murmured softly before they entered the room, "No, not Jarvis. Not as good as Jarvis but it should do I suppose."

He smelt something curiously medicine like as they entered the room and he glanced around. But as his gaze captured the sight of his mother laying on her side on the bed he suddenly forgot about that smell. She seemed a little flushed as they neared her and he wondered with sudden concern if she was okay. His father sat them down on a chair beside the bed and started talking to the doctor. He hardly paid attention to what the doctor was saying as he stretched a hand to his mother and slipped his hand in her larger and warmer hand.

He gazed seriously at her and murmured softly, "Are you okay, mummy?"

She smiled warmly and said softly, "I'm perfectly okay, Jared. Listen to the doctor now."

He nodded and turned his eyes from her to the doctor.

"-spoke to your wife at several lengths about wearing those high heels of hers and I think it's time to switch to flats for a while now."

He watched as his father turned slowly to his mother and beamed a toothy grin. "Pep, darling…I did tell you so."

His mother rolled her eyes and swatted his father's shoulder lightly. "Don't even start, Mr Stark."

"You see how abusive she gets, Dr Carmichael," his father mused in an innocent tone.

"Pft…" his mother snorted in an undignified tone. "That's hardly abuse at all if you compare it with all those bullets you dodge on a daily basis."

"Ah…that's entirely different from the slap of death from Pepper the great," his father remarked with a pointed finger, "Besides when I'm dodging those bullets I am encased in 100% titanium metal." His father smiled proudly.

His mother narrowed her eyes plainly and murmured gently, "It's okay…I'll slap of death you later."

"Hmm…" his father hummed and glanced wearily at him.

He grinned at his father.

"Oh don't you take mummy's side, you're supposed to be on my side," his father murmured and narrowed his eyes at him. He grinned wider.

The doctor chuckled and smiled at him before he said softly, "Are your parents always like this, Jared?"

He smiled and nodded. "They're a little bit silly sometimes," he added as his father sarcastically feigned shock.

"Ah…well, all the best parents are," the doctor laughed.