Rachel hates it when Raylan is right ( Read more... )

Rachel can't see her toes, anymore. Well, she can if she leans over but still. There's just gut. A big, hard gut. And in that big, hard gut, is a baby dude. It's just very, very strange. She would be loathe to admit, but the actual moment of finding out was a little magical and whatever but that's mostly because Raylan was there. And he seems so ( Read more... )

It's not so much that Rachel's actively avoiding the beach as she's just choosing to stay away from the water for now. Besides, she can see the water from her porch so it's not the same thing as avoidance. Not at all. And even if it were, come on. A giant toy tried to drown her. Her and her unborn fetus child. She's entitled.

She's not even supposed ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

"Ow, motherfucker!" Rachel exclaims, waiving her mutliated and burned hand away from the hot oil popping out of the pan. "This is so stupid. I hate homework."

Rachel had signed up for the cooking class because it seemed like a mom should be able to cook meals for her family. Is it her fault that she grew up with a cook? Her mom sure as shit never ( Read more... )

State of Me: Finally settling into life out here in Cali. Just got hired to a great job but won't start for three weeks. I'm looking at this time as a really odd vacation ( Read more... )

It's been a few days, now. Rachel's finally crawled out of her own ass long enough to wonder about Priestly. Brooke was Rachel's rock. Her best friend. Her savior. Her minder. But Priestly was in love with her. She's not sure who's grieving harder but she knows that when she lays down at night, she's got strong arms holding her together and ( Read more... )

Rachel has been crying for almost 24 hours. She's pretty sure she only stopped because there's nothing left. She doesn't think she's eaten. She wants a drink. She wants a drink but she made a fucking promise a week ago and she can't break it. Brooke's gone. Her best friend, her fucking savior, her rock. She's just gone. Like that. Back to a world ( Read more... )

Rachel's not doing well. She is not doing well at all. By now the entire island knows about Brooke, more or less. She's not exactly sure when she last ate but she's certain it was by Raylan's prompting and the only thing that has kept her from falling head first into a bottle is Danny's suspicion and the promise she made him. She's never wanted a ( Read more... )

Rachel really can't even pretend to deny anymore that waking up in the same house together, every morning, doesn't make her happy. Really happy. Maybe even closer to content, which is a brand new thing.

It's a typical morning in every way except that she's missing the heavy weight of Raylan's arm around her waist. She doesn't bother opening her ( Read more... )