"Hey y'all. You've reached Rob Laird. I can't take your call, but leave a message and I'll be in touch."

[Messages for muse or mun can be left here]

LINK: Cars backfiring. Bad for soldiers' nerves.

LINK: Live military, breathe military, die military?

LINK: Telling my folks that they're gonna be grandparents should never, EVER lead to my Mom showing my new wife my own baby photos.

Cameras should be illegal when you have kids.

LINK: I ain't wearing no cowboy hat.

[With doesntwaltz, a68whiskey, nevergonnamiss]

Rob was awed. And shocked, and ecstatic, and just plain dumbfounded. It was really difficult to navigate all of those emotions at once, and because of this, he was just walking around with this goofy smile on his face, eyes planted on the ultrasound photo as much as it could be. In fact, even now, as they walked up the hall of the ( Read more... )

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LINK: Rob knew it technically wasn't a miracle to make a baby, but when the doctor confirmed that Leila was not only pregnant, but eighteen weeks pregnant, all he could do was give a disbelieving laugh and gape at the screen with a strange sensation that someone was about to tell him it was all just a huge joke.

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[Follows THIS | Backdated to Mother's Day]Rob tossed his car keys onto the bed and then up-ended the paper bag from the pharmacy he had just arrived back at the Austin home with, tipping out no less than six different pregnancy tests. No two boxes looked alike and he turned to Leila sheepishly. "I didn't know which one to get!" he said, already on ( Read more... )

It was one of those days Rob just really didn't want to get out of bed. Not so much a bad day, but just a day he didn't really want to face anyone but his wife. He had them occasionally, where he was content to stick out the daylight hours in an oblivious coocoon just with Leila. They were still stopped at Mike's family home, and probably would be ( Read more... )