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. 

Comments

[sluttylyingliar]

"Ugh, Christ, okay," she huffs as she undoes the diaper and awkwardly attempts to do the same. "How do you keep the baby from rolling off the table?" she asks, stepping back and frowning as it doesn't look...quite right.

[haolehothead]

"Well, my daughter wasn't a cantaloupe," he retorts, rolling his eyes as he steps back to watch how Rachel is doing. "One light hand of pressure on the stomach if the baby starts to squirm too much."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Okay, okay," she breathes, trying again and getting something, well, closer at least to correct. Jesus Christ. She's going to have a baby. For the rest of her life. In less than two months. She can feel herself start to well up and freak out for no goddamn reason at all. Fucking baby and fucking hormones.

"Jesus," she says, fixing watery eyes on Danny's incredulous face. "Danny I'm going to be a mom. I'm really scared."

[haolehothead]

"Eight months pregnant, roughly, and you're only just figuring that out now?" Danny points out in disbelief, shooting Rachel a fond smile. "Sweetheart, babe," he lays it on thick, wanting her to smile. "You've got Raylan, you've got me, and you've got a whole village to support you."

[sluttylyingliar]

"It's not funny!" she says, voice reaching dangerously hitch pitches. "I just...I don't know. I don't know. It's been all the about getting ready and getting used to it but now it's here and there's going to be a baby and I've got to be a mom and be good and not curse and get drunk and what if you all disappear?"

[haolehothead]

"Rachel!" Danny shouts, trying to get her attention. At this point, he feels like he has to go for pure-volume over actual logic, since he doesn't think they're getting back around to that anytime soon. "You learn. Okay? You learn through experience."

[sluttylyingliar]

"I need to sit down," she says, flailing around as she tries to clamp down on the sudden panic. She can feel her face getting hot and breath short. It happens more often now that there's a damn baby squishing her insides. "I need a plan, okay. We need a defined, plan. A list."

[haolehothead]

Danny eases her to the closest chair, rubbing her back in constant circles. "Rachel, you don't need a plan. You have a plan. You know where you want to give birth, right? The doctor who's going to do it?" This is just step one kind of stuff. Like he said before, the rest sort of just tends to fall into place.

[sluttylyingliar]

"It was Paul," she says, dropping her face down into her hands. "Now it's Dr. Chase, if he's still around next month. I know, I know I'm being ridiculous but I am freaking out and Raylan is so calm about everything and it's making me feel crazier."

[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."