"If they're going to call this 'labor,' someone should negotiate better working conditions," Rory muttered through clenched teeth as the SUV navigated morning traffic. "Minimum wage, reasonable hours, dental benefits."
"Union of Expectant Mothers Local 415," Jim suggested, wincing as she squeezed his hand with enough force to reshape his bone structure. "Striking for better delivery options since 2025."
"I'd sign that petition," Rory managed, leaning against him in the backseat. "And if Hector hits one more pothole, I'm naming this child after my tenth-grade boyfriend."
"Herbert Kelly does have a certain vintage appeal," Jim offered. "Very 'elderly British detective solving murders in quaint villages.'"
From the driver's seat, Hector shot them a wounded look. "I'm performing Formula On
