Redhawk Caldera calling all cops and autobots. [MFT]

Fox burst into a bout of laughter before she was able to regain her composure. “Absolutely not,” she replied, “Unless my milk duds malfunction.” She added the last bit with a silly grin. Fox had a pretty good feeling that nature had set her up well for motherhood, oddly enough. She was as fit as a fiddle, and her body seemed fully capable of making the leap. Of course, she'd be careful to keep an eye on herself and point out any worrisome symptoms to Peregrine. Not that she was keen on seeing a healer, but she'd consider it if it meant the health of her children.

“You don’t have to decide right now if you don’t wanna. I mean, we’ve got two months before these bad boys—and girls!—pop outta here.” And if Finley didn't want the honor, they could always name Elwood or another worthy candidate as the godfather or godmother. But Finley was definitely Fox's first choice. She really, really hoped that her bestie would say yes.