Pepper felt like a beached whale. A bloated, puffy and hideous beached whale. She couldn't get comfortable, had to pee close to every half hour...and she really didn't want to talk about the time Tony's kid had stretched against her bladder, thank you very much. Fortunately, whenever Tony couldn't be right there with her Happy was. Today, the fortune smiled on someone other than Pepper.
While Pepper was poking around in the kitchen Happy got an alert on the internal comms. It was only a yellow alert, meaning something happened that required attention but not in the guns blazing way. He went to a vid screen in the closest wall, poked at it a few times then called Pepper's name. She joined him with a bag of baby carrots and a tub of whipped cream for dipping only to shove both at Happy when she got a look at the screen. "Call Stephen. And Steve. Not Tony. Not yet. I'll handle this." Then before he could protest Pepper waddled into the elevator and poked the appropriate floor button.
Tony must have programmed some kind of protocol into Friday about things like this. The bitch wasn't giving Pepper a hard time about getting to the right floor. She had a smile on her face as she stepped out of the elevator to approach Sam on puffy bare feet, her hands absentmindedly rubbing her swollen belly.
"Mr. Wilson," she said. "Welcome to Stark Tower. I'm Pepper Potts."