for Danny- timed for August 28th.

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel has been crying for almost 24 hours. She's pretty sure she only stopped because there's nothing left. She doesn't think she's eaten. She wants a drink. She wants a drink but she made a fucking promise a week ago and she can't break it. Brooke's gone. Her best friend, her fucking savior, her rock. She's just gone. Like that. Back to a world where Rachel is off shooting up on some beach somewhere and Rachel's left here. Possibly pregnant, definitely feeling like her foundation just cracked in a way that's never going to be fixed. She's been half avoiding Danny all week because she didn't want to talk about the pregnancy thing but she needs him now. Raylan's dealt with her for long enough and she needs to lean on someone else for a few hours.

She looks like shit. She's still getting sick all the time. She can't sleep. She just wants to make it all go away. She wants to shoot up and make it all go away but that's not an option anymore.

So here she is, knocking on his door and trying to deal.

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"You might get a kid," she insists, closing her eyes and burrowing against his chest. "If my plastic wasteland of a body can make a kid, anything is possible."

[haolehothead]

"It's easy for you. Man and woman beget child. The oldest book in the world is all about it," Danny says softly, stroking his fingers through her hair. "I'm happy for you. I am."