for Paul - timed for mid-september

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel's not doing well. She is not doing well at all. By now the entire island knows about Brooke, more or less. She's not exactly sure when she last ate but she's certain it was by Raylan's prompting and the only thing that has kept her from falling head first into a bottle is Danny's suspicion and the promise she made him. She's never wanted a drink so badly in her life and she prays, she prays that he's wrong. She can't be pregnant. She can't. But God if it's not likely. She's sick all the time and she doesn't know when the fuck her last period was and Christ, she cannot be pregnant. She slips up to the main clinic as quickly as she can, keeping her head down and praying she's got the shifts correct. It has to be Paul. She can't do this with anyone else. Her breath freezes in her chest when she spots him through the open door. "Paul," she croaks, knocking on the door frame. "I need to talk to you."

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[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

"This baby is super not planned," she snorts, taking a deep and hopefully calming breath. "I wish Brooke was here," she admits. "She'd be really happy about it."

[since-1997.livejournal.com]

"You're not?" he asks, getting up from the desk - the paperwork can wait - and coming back over to the bed, perching beside her. "What do you think Raylan's going to say?"

[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

"I'm freaking out, Paul," she huffs. "I really don't know. I'm a stripper. I'm an addict. I'm twenty-five. I can barely take care of myself and I know whatever he thinks, Raylan will step up and be good about it. But I wish he had a better partner in this."

[since-1997.livejournal.com]

"Far as I can tell, he loves you, Rach," says Paul, arching an eyebrow and reaching for one of her hands. "He isn't going ot want anyone else."

[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

"I know he won't, I just think he should," she admits, scrubbing her hand through her hair. "Can you go over the baby stuff with me? I need to go find him. I should find him soon. I need him to know."

[since-1997.livejournal.com]

"What stuff do you want me to go over?" he asks, shifting to get more comfortable on the bed beside her. "Tell me what you want to know and we'll go over it."

[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

"Like, when do I come back?" she asks, twisting the sheet in one hand. "And what do I eat? I mean, seriously I mostly eat whiskey so I need to know like a calorie total, okay? And...shit can I still strip for now? Is that dangerous?"

[since-1997.livejournal.com]

"You come back as often as you need to, but, really, I need to see you once a month," he says, touching the back of her hand. "And I'll write you a list of what you can and can't eat. Good and bad foods. And don't worry about stripping. Dancing's fine while you feel up to it."