Part Eight: Last Day of Work (For Awhile)
Rated: K+
"Hey Miss Tennyson!" a familiar voice called, making Gwen turn to see Clare Barton running up to her, "Whoa! You got fat!"
"Yeah Clare," the redhead chuckled, "I got fat…"
Clare's eyes went yellow for a brief moment before going normal as she smiled, "You're having a baby!"
"Very good, you've been practicing. Can you tell what it is?"
The girl's eyes glowed again, "Mostly human…a boy though so no Anodite powers possible…" they went normal again.
"Right again. How's your life?"
"Mommy and Daddy had another baby," Clare told her friend excitedly, "a boy so he's human, his name is Noah."
"Tell them congratulations for me…"
"I will; and now I got friends too, they don't think I'm freaky anymore…hey, shouldn't you be at home? Chilling on your couch or somethin'?"
"Yeah," Gwen laughed again, "this's my last day here for awhile."
"Will you bring him to school?"
"When he's a few months old I will, you're welcome to stop by my classroom to meet him when I do."
"Miss Tennyson!" another familiar voice shouted; Tina came running up, panting, "We've been all over the place looking for you, you really shouldn't wear the cloaker…"
"I know he asked you to watch me," the adult started tiredly, "but really, you're taking this too far…"
"Yell at us once you're sitting down," Tina whistled and two small Four-arms appeared, carrying a recliner between them. It had been modified by adding strong two-by-fours to the bottom, like a throne built to be carried on servant shoulders.
"Oh for G—I'm gonna have to talk to him about this…"
The recliner was deposited behind her and with a resigned sigh she settled herself into it.
"Comfy?" Tina asked.
"Yeah I am," she sulked; this was embarrassing, her own students babysitting her on her husband's orders.
"Good, chop chop Luke, Lucky. Back to the classroom! And don't drop her or we're all dead!"
"But I have yard duty this week!" the redhead protested as she was lifted from the ground.
"No worries Miss Tennyson, the class is stationed everywhere possible covering your absence."
"That isn't right! It's not your job or responsibility!"
"We know that, but we wanna help out; Clare, you can join us in the room."
Clare nodded, starting to follow them, "Miss Tennyson, let them help you."
"Not you too!"
She laughed.