Phoebe managed to smile, "he just loves being with you. He likes being held close, and the running is just a side benefit" she said, anusement managing to tinge her tone. She brushed back tears, cursing herself for a fool, that everything would be alright. But that nugget of fear just pushed it all aside. 

She stepped to Ryan, "we always knew he'd be speedy-well I did. Rapid fast kicks and all that when I was pregnant with him" she laughed softly, and leaned against Ryan, to let him pick her up. "Dad has to be okay" she said softly, "beyond everything else, he can't go out like this, by a group of...of terrorists" she swallowed, "let's go"

She knew they would be there in no time flat