For Danny - Decorating

[sluttylyingliar]

 "So..." Rachel breathes, looking around the empty room, fingers kneading her lower back. "Raylan says he'll make a crib. He pretty much isn't into decorating the place. He refuses to discuss what kind of things he'd have liked as a kid and my baby basically has nothing. Help me."

The room is small, bright and clean but completely goddamn empty other than a box full of baby clothes and diapers shoved into a corner.

She turns to watch Danny, grimacing a little at the thought that their kid doesn't even have furniture. Jesus, they are not natural at this. Not even a little. She doesn't even know what else a kid needs.  This kid is going to be here in less than two months and she's pretty sure if Danny wasn't around, well. They'd figure it out. But it wouldn't be pretty. 

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[haolehothead]

"Hey, you know me. Steve pulls the same shit, right before he does something tragically insane," Danny points out, knowing that their situations often can be 'two peas in a pod-esque'. "You got friends, though, and you'll be good at it."

[sluttylyingliar]

"I really, really don't think I'm going to be good at it," she says in a low voice. "But I know you're not going to let me really fuck it up, Danny. I do. And I'm thankful for it. I'm just...I'm overwhelmed."

[haolehothead]

"Babe," Danny chides softly, not doing it angrily, but because he just wants to get her attention. "You have to understand that you're going to have help. Okay? You're not in this alone. There's no way we'd let you do this alone."