09-17-2016, 07:23 AM
Tony cringed at her choice of wording and shook his head. "Please never say I look on the cusp of fatherhood," he joked. "That sounds like something you'd say to a suburban family of five on the outskirts of New York." Tony ran both hands down his shirt and pants quickly, removing any wrinkles or what have you from his clothes. The outfit wasn't something he'd wear normally, but he was beginning to make sacrifices when it came to his clothes; have his situation be visible and he be comfortable or hide it all but look like the next top model from the homeless shelter down the road? Sometimes it was a real dilemma but he didn't admit that to anyone. Eventually he'd have to get real maternity clothes and he dreaded that, but maybe he could just order them all online. "The plane sounds delightful." Tony made a hand gesture. "After you then, my assistant angry Russian."