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Amy interlude:
Lisa's asleep, curled back against my tummy, sleeping in, not waking up nauseous. Taylor's watching her sleep, a little smile on her face, just relaxed, her face smoother, prettier, not because of the changes I made, but just because she's happy.
"Did you know her birthday is coming up?"
"No. How do you know?"
"Remember how I needed your birth certificate and social security card? For health and death benefits? Lisa let me look at hers while we were taking care of it," she gently brushes Lisa's hair back.
A lovely wave of nausea makes me grimace, but it passes before I have to move, "How does that work? I hope there isn't a little file in the Mayor's office with our real names in it."
"No, cape lawyers," her lip twitches up on one side, "And Coil's paying for all of that, not the city. Maybe she just wanted me to know, but not tell us?"
"Oh? And when is her birthday?"
"August 13. She'll be 18."
"Really? She's such a kid sometimes."
"It's nice that one of us isn't old before her age," she reaches over Lisa to cup my cheek in her hand
"Yeah, but," I shift to brush my cheek against her hand. She takes the hint and pets the side of my head.
"She chose Lisa, her parents named her Sarah."
I plant a kiss on the back of Lisa's head, shifting a bit to reach, "Sarah's pretty, too. Her name doesn't matter much to me so long as she loves me."
Lisa turns in my arms, jostling me enough to flare the nausea, so she gets a very brief peck on the lips before I'm rushing to the bathroom.
Puke on my knees. Yuck.
Lisa stroking my back while she keeps my hair back. Much nicer.
Dry heaving already, fully fasted.
Taylor wipes my face, and I cuddle into Lisa. "In a minute," I refuse the offered glass of water and pull Taylor's free hand close instead..
After a bit I'm feeling better enough to risk it. She hands me the glass at my gesture, rinse, spit, finish off the remainder. I pass the glass back, wait a bit, then stand when it doesn't come back up.
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A/N: Her fix for Lisa? Handwork.