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[haolehothead]

Danny is fairly sure that even though he put Kate in holding for destruction of property a couple weeks ago, he should be allowed one free pass -- just the one. He's been looking for clothes in order to replace the ones of Steve's that didn't make it through the fire (that Danny set) and for the most part he's picking out the things Steve likes and

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[sluttylyingliar]

"My pants are tight!" Rachel announces, grimacing as the waistband of her shorts dig into her gut. They still button, but just barely.

"What the fuck are you yelling about? My pants are tight."

[haolehothead]

Danny raises his brows as he abandons the shirt for a second to cinch both hands at her waist and give a little squeeze. "Babe, were you not just telling me the other day that you were hoping for the baby bump? Because then it's, I dunno, proof or whatever?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"I'm a study in contradictions," she mutters, crossing her arms over her ever growing chest. "Anyway, it's not a bump yet. It's more like I'm just getting...thicker. So what the hell are you bitching about, anyway?"

[haolehothead]

Danny scowls and shows her the shirt. "It's that one I found when you and I were looking. There's more and they're breeding like rabbits." It's giving him a headache, honestly. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing as he looks at her. "And you look fine to me, stop complaining about your womanly figure."

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel lets out an excited coo as she digs into the pile, hoping for a maternity top. That way she can wear it constantly and for at least the next six months. "It's just weird, okay? I have bad memories of fat me. Takes some getting used to."

[haolehothead]

"Whatever, I've been plump since Grace got born. And yes, I know, I'm the father, but you get used to it," he promises, giving her a little squeeze of a one-armed hug as he brings her in. "Hey, come on, what else is new with the pregnancy? You need to give me the updates."

[sluttylyingliar]

"You are so far from plump it's not even funny," she says, rolling her eyes but easily letting him draw her in. "Don't think I'm not taking several of these shirts by the way. Pregnancy is fine. Not puking as much. I've got an appointment next week for Raylan to see the baby."

[haolehothead]

Danny presses a kiss to her temple with a grin. "Hey, I'm serious. One day, I'm gonna be eighteen and I'm gonna come sweep you off your feet and be tiny and thin at you," he warns with a teasing smile. "And hey! That's great news. You'd better be bringing me the photo ASAP after."

[sluttylyingliar]

"I think I'd like this version of you better," she insists, resting her head against his shoulder. "Babe, you can have your own copy. It just mainly looks like a tadpole right now, anyway"

[haolehothead]

"At this point? Yeah," he agrees, stroking his fingers through her hair in as soothing a pattern as he can muster. "But soon, soon, that little tadpole is gonna grow. Ears and hands and legs and all the in-betweens. You'll be looking at a full-fledged baby, soon."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Apparently we can find out the sex in like eight weeks or something," she muses, wondering if Raylan's the type to decorate the baby's room. Brooke would have been the one to do it.

"So what are you looking for in here, then? Maybe you should find me some elastic waist shorts, God help us all."

[haolehothead]

"I may or may not have burned all of Steve's clothes," Danny admits with a sheepish smirk. "And so I'm finding him replacements that I approve of. No more cargo pants. I want nice slacks, nice shirts, and maybe even a fabric that isn't polyester. Imagine that."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Danny," she laughs. "He's like, a G.I. Joe. What the hell is he gonna do in slacks all day. He needs cargo pants. You're a crazy person."

[haolehothead]

"He is gonna look like a professional, that's what he's going to do," Danny says, a bit of borderline-crazy in his serious gaze. "Besides, even if he's wearing cargo pants, I reserve the right to choose what kind. You know, as future..." He gestures obliquely in the air, as if she can pick out the word for it.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Husband?" she tries, not even trying to suppress a roll of the eyes. "You're such a psychopath, do you know that? He looks hot in his t-shirts and cargos. Not to mention that it is too fucking hot for slacks."

[haolehothead]

"That word is still saddled with a lifetime of grief," Danny complains under his breath before he looks at Rachel again. "And seriously, come on. It's called self-respect. You go to lengths to make your hair and face look good, even if it isn't comfortable, yes? So why shouldn't guys have to wear nice clothes and take a modicum of care in how they dress, huh? Don't be a hypocrite, Rachel."