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AU THREE SENTENCE MEME, RPF AND OTHERWISE: Give me multiple pairings. Give me an AU setting. I will write you a three-sentence fic.There's a Scared Straight marathon on right now and I need to peel my gaze away. I'd go and read about mobsters and the nuclear apocalypse, but my roommate is having the rest of her meltdown right now. And on Web MD
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So here's the thing: medicine is his thing - she had all sorts of plans to go to art school because, you know, steady hands and an actual eye for color or whatever. She blames her high school teacher and said high school teacher's crystal. That's a long, long story anyway.
But the baby? Baby Mike. Baby Mike comes nine months later in the adventures of practical Emma and why being a doctor is just the best thing. Ryan's hot, like photoshop hot, and the sex is almost rockin' its way out of this world after a few solid drinks. Flashforward to six months later and she's super mom, wonder woman, and pseudo-girlfriend rolled into one.
"You can't dress Baby Mike like that," she hisses one morning, and it's her and Ryan standing in their living room, their poor kid flailing around in a blue diaper. Like seriously. Blue. Diaper. She has half a mind to ring up Rachel and ask her for the secret ex-girlfriend juju because Baby Mike isn't going to be one of those kids with crazy parents and that hippy dippy bullshit.
"What?" he says. "He's going to daycare."
"Fuck daycare. My kid's walking outside with clothes. I don't care of his socks don't match. That builds character - but seriously man, the blue diaper? Just making sure?"
Baby Mike just coos at them both. He's a really cute kid, stuck with his dad's dimples and an odd mix of his mommy's slightly neurotic ginger-blonde hair (fuck you, not her fault - like SO not her fault) but she's trying to be pissed off here and she can't really look at Baby Mike.
Until Baby Mike hands her an engagement ring, of course.
(They both suck, okay?)
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