For Danny - Post Amnesia plot

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel doesn't know what the hell that was all about. Steve kept trying to cut her hair off or something and Danny kept fucking trying to rub her head or some shit and it was like everyone was shitfaced or on something or God knows. She's at least grateful she was spared because knowing her she'd end up face first in a pile of coke and fuck the kid up on some permanent basis. 

But anyway. She feels like it's her best friend duty to go make fun of Danny relentlessly and warn him about the ramifications of fucking up her hair again. Right now, the hair's about the only thing that still looks good. 

She waddles her way over to Danny's place, vaguely thinking about what she's going to do if she goes into labor this far away from the compound before looking for a familiar mop of blonde hair.

That's when she realizes everything is very, very wrong. Because there's just a head. No hair. Just a fuzzy head. What. The. Fuck.

"What the hell did you do?" she cries, marching up with as much authority as she can muster in her condition.

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[haolehothead]

"So much better," Danny agrees with a stupidly fond smile, hugging her tight before he turns his attention to her stomach, rubbing a palm in slow circles around her belly. "Hey Jess," he whispers. "Just you wait until you're out of there. Me and you are gonna have all kinds of adventures."

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel rolls her eyes but lets Danny pet her belly to his heart's content. Especially as Danny's always good at getting the kid to kick. "Yeah, yeah. He's gonna love his Uncle Danny. Going to be so stupidly over the moon for him."

[haolehothead]

Danny presses a fond kiss to her stomach, rubbing small circles with his thumb, his attention completely focused on her midsection. "And I'm gonna make sure and give his Mom and Dad lots of private time to either make more little babies or get that wedding Mommy wants secretly."

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel gives his bald head a light smack, even as she grins down at him. "Remember how we were never ever going to speak about that again?" she reminds him. "You have a very loose definition of never."

[haolehothead]

Danny peers up past her stomach, pressing one last kiss to the rounded edge before he stands at full height again. "No, you didn't say never. I thought we agreed that you would talk about it with him once the baby was born. Don't go getting cowardly on me, now."

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel mutters something incomprehensible at that and stares up at the sky. "It might just turn out to be the hormones, anyway. We'll have to see. Maybe it's just the baby that wants to get married."

[haolehothead]

"Okay, well, thank you for the creepy visual," Danny replies, shooting Rachel a dubious look, brushing a hand over her hair. "Have the baby, figure things out after that, okay? Hey, at this rate, the kid'll be born before I get island-hitched!"

[sluttylyingliar]

"I do not want to lug a baby to your wedding while my tits leak milk the entire time," she warns, poking him in the chest. "You don't want me leaking all over your wedding."

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, I do," Danny admits, the smile on his face edging towards a stupid sense of sheer delight. "I'd make him the ring bearer and carry him up the aisle in a tiny little adorable suit and never let go the whole time."

[sluttylyingliar]

"He's going to be like, a living sweet potato at that point," she points out. "He won't even be awake. No, you're gonna get married in the next two and a half months or you're waiting six months after this baby is born so I can get my figure back."

[haolehothead]

"I'll be cuddling him the whole time," Danny insists stubbornly. "Sweet potato or not. He'll be the sweetest damn potato I've ever seen," Danny says with a brilliant grin on his face. "Just need a little brown sugar, then it'll be cute as anything."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Oh my God," she groans, flicking at a now nicely exposed ear. "How are you more maternal than I am. I should really be taking advantage of this. I still need someone to finish finding clothes for this kid and decorate the nursery. You in?"

[haolehothead]

"I am one hundred percent in," Danny swears, a pleased smile on his face as he flinches at the flick. "Come on, let's get out of here so you can stop rubbing me like I'm a kitten or something."

[sluttylyingliar]

"It dawned on me the other day that most girls get this shit from baby showers," she says, leading the way over to her place. The room is basically finished and she's not actually sure what should go in it.

"Brooke would have done it, but whatever. And you're the only person in my life who likes babies so it'd be really awkward."

[haolehothead]

"How about I get you some nice gifts," Danny suggests, seeing as he doesn't know that he could ever plan a baby shower for a woman who doesn't really scream 'enjoys baby showers' to him. "Maybe I'll find some good booze for after you give birth."

[sluttylyingliar]

"You've already done way too much," she says, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "But I wouldn't say no to some booze. You can hold the baby, I'll hold the bottle. It'll be a touching moment."

[haolehothead]

"No, you'll hold the baby and when the baby goes to sleep, then you'll have some of the booze," he corrects. "It's gonna be your kid, Rachel, and I'll babysit. Trust me, I will, but you're going to be its mother."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Thanks for the reminder," she mutters, pulling him up the stairs to her house. "Maybe Raylan can hold the baby, I'll drink the booze and you can stand there cooing at it."

She leads the way into the baby's room. There's a crib...and not much else.

[haolehothead]

"I'm getting out of there as soon as you give birth, babe," Danny warns her. "Sorry, but I remember those first few months all-too-well. I'll babysit," he offers, "but you can bet I won't be there for the first six months when you and Raylan are taking turns tending to the baby."