For Raylan - Halloween Pre Play
Rachel's sleeping more and more each week. This baby's no bigger than orange, according to those stupid books that Danny keeps giving her, but it's clearly draining her will to live.
She doesn't bother opening her eyes as she slides a hand over Raylan's empty side of the bed and smiles. For the first time, she's sleeping later than him and is usually rewarded by breakfast. It worries her, more often that she'd like, that she doesn't give to this relationship like he does, but he seems happy enough. Actually, he seems pretty fucking ecstatic with this baby on the way and she couldn't be more grateful for it. Almost on instinct, she slides her hand down the warm cotton of her tank top and feels the now visible swell. It's all just...so very weird. Definitely not magical or whatever quite yet. She stretches to the middle of the bed and settles down for another hour of sleep before an unholy loud bang sends her jerking upright and scrambling to the floor as bits of...fluff or fucking something float down around her. Her ears are ringing and it's unnaturally silent as she wraps an arm around her belly and peeks out.
It takes a few moments before she sees it. The stuffed bear Raylan had won her at the carnival is now four feet tall and missing its head and in the corner....
She lets out a piercing scream as the fucking now full-sized green army man they brought home as a joke strides out of the corner towards her, holding a still smoking gun with a mother fucking knife sticking out of it. She scrambles backwards and finally pushes up to her feet in time to block the first blow. It sends her face first into the corner of the wall and momentarily stunned as warm liquid runs down her face. Groaning, she pushes up to her knees with one hand, the other going to protect her stomach. Suddenly, she's yanked backwards as it clamps onto her ankle and starts to drag her back to the middle of the room. She twists around desperately and kicks at it's weird, rubbery hand until it lets go long enough for her to make a break for the door and jump off the porch, heading as fast as she can towards the beach. There will be people on the beach, there are always people on the beach. It only vaguely registers that her own screams for help are not the only ones drifting through the jungle and as she stumbles out onto the pristine, white sand, it's the only time she can remember having the place to herself. Up until the moment she's seized by her hair and marched out towards the water.
"No, no," she moans, head throbbing as she feeling the water lap against her ankles. "Please, I'm pregnant. Please."
As soon as she's knee deep she's unceremoniously shoved into the water, a heavy booted foot on her back, keeping her under the gentle waves.
She doesn't bother opening her eyes as she slides a hand over Raylan's empty side of the bed and smiles. For the first time, she's sleeping later than him and is usually rewarded by breakfast. It worries her, more often that she'd like, that she doesn't give to this relationship like he does, but he seems happy enough. Actually, he seems pretty fucking ecstatic with this baby on the way and she couldn't be more grateful for it. Almost on instinct, she slides her hand down the warm cotton of her tank top and feels the now visible swell. It's all just...so very weird. Definitely not magical or whatever quite yet. She stretches to the middle of the bed and settles down for another hour of sleep before an unholy loud bang sends her jerking upright and scrambling to the floor as bits of...fluff or fucking something float down around her. Her ears are ringing and it's unnaturally silent as she wraps an arm around her belly and peeks out.
It takes a few moments before she sees it. The stuffed bear Raylan had won her at the carnival is now four feet tall and missing its head and in the corner....
She lets out a piercing scream as the fucking now full-sized green army man they brought home as a joke strides out of the corner towards her, holding a still smoking gun with a mother fucking knife sticking out of it. She scrambles backwards and finally pushes up to her feet in time to block the first blow. It sends her face first into the corner of the wall and momentarily stunned as warm liquid runs down her face. Groaning, she pushes up to her knees with one hand, the other going to protect her stomach. Suddenly, she's yanked backwards as it clamps onto her ankle and starts to drag her back to the middle of the room. She twists around desperately and kicks at it's weird, rubbery hand until it lets go long enough for her to make a break for the door and jump off the porch, heading as fast as she can towards the beach. There will be people on the beach, there are always people on the beach. It only vaguely registers that her own screams for help are not the only ones drifting through the jungle and as she stumbles out onto the pristine, white sand, it's the only time she can remember having the place to herself. Up until the moment she's seized by her hair and marched out towards the water.
"No, no," she moans, head throbbing as she feeling the water lap against her ankles. "Please, I'm pregnant. Please."
As soon as she's knee deep she's unceremoniously shoved into the water, a heavy booted foot on her back, keeping her under the gentle waves.