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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[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."