A trek up to the compound with a baby in tow was enough to tire anyone out -- Devon included. As soon as he was inside the compound and let Ellie have some time alone before he had to head to the clinic, he headed into the rec room and carefully set Madeline down on one of the couches before sitting down next to her himself.
She seemed happy enough to be there, and as Devon stretched his arms out, he caught sight of the other guy there and the book he was reading.
"That's a pretty familiar sight," he said, looking amused. He still had his own stash of books on the same topic, shoved under their bed to make room for the actual baby.
"What?" Rodney looked up and over at the Calvin Klein model, frowning. He had a baby next to him.
"Did someone leave that there or is that yours?" he asked, wondering if it was a boy or a girl. You could never tell, with babies. Rodney had learned not to take telltale colors like pink or blue for granted, just in case. And when it was wearing yellow you were in deep trouble using gender-specific pronouns.
Devon wasn't really into snap judgements, but maybe the expectant father book the guy had would give him some kind of sense about how to deal when talking to other parents about their kids.
People could only take so much freaking out before they told you to get a grip.
"She's mine," he replied, undeniably proud about that fact. "Her name's Madeline. I'm Devon."
Rodney was about as good with parents as he was with children. Which was to say, not very.
"Nice name," he said, vaguely aware that was the sort of thing you were supposed to say. "Er, hers, not yours. Not that yours isn't - I'm Rodney. Dr. Rodney McKay. My girlfriend's pregnant."
Not the best, as introductions went, but it was true.
"Uh, a few months," said Rodney, frowning. "She's not huge yet, but there's definitely a bump there."
He probably shouldn't be telling things like that to a perfect stranger, but McKay had never been good with etiquette. Jill could yell at him for it later if she wanted. If she found out.
"You've still got plenty of time to read all the books you can find, then." While Devon was slowly realizing parenting was a learning process, he wasn't going to tell him not to read. The little things he'd learned from the half billion books he'd read himself went a long way in keeping him sane.
She seemed happy enough to be there, and as Devon stretched his arms out, he caught sight of the other guy there and the book he was reading.
"That's a pretty familiar sight," he said, looking amused. He still had his own stash of books on the same topic, shoved under their bed to make room for the actual baby.
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"Did someone leave that there or is that yours?" he asked, wondering if it was a boy or a girl. You could never tell, with babies. Rodney had learned not to take telltale colors like pink or blue for granted, just in case. And when it was wearing yellow you were in deep trouble using gender-specific pronouns.
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People could only take so much freaking out before they told you to get a grip.
"She's mine," he replied, undeniably proud about that fact. "Her name's Madeline. I'm Devon."
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"Nice name," he said, vaguely aware that was the sort of thing you were supposed to say. "Er, hers, not yours. Not that yours isn't - I'm Rodney. Dr. Rodney McKay. My girlfriend's pregnant."
Not the best, as introductions went, but it was true.
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He probably shouldn't be telling things like that to a perfect stranger, but McKay had never been good with etiquette. Jill could yell at him for it later if she wanted. If she found out.
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