"Tony," I said as he attempted to follow me like a dog, "I'm gonna take a walk around town, I think some fresh air will help." "Do you want me," Tony replied, "to come with you?" "Thanks," I said, "but I'd rather go alone." "Pepper," replied Tony, "I'm worried about you, you've been so weak and sick I won't let you go alone." "Fine." I grumbled as he trailed behind me. As we were walking I felt the same thing again, a little kick and a lot of pain. "Tony," I said as we rounded a park, "I need to rest." He instantly became worried, "Is everything okay?" "Yeah," I replied, trying not to cringe in pain, "I'm fine, just perfect." I must of let myself show pain because Tony put his hand on my shoulder, "You sure you're okay, you don't look fine?" I felt it again, "Tony, I feel really bad and I'm in a lot of pain, okay." Tony looked at me, "So you're absolutely sick, might I remind you while pregnant, and you just told me that everything's just fine." "Just Shu...shu..shu..." I tried to say. I felt weak, "Tony, I think something's wrong."