Day Ten - One confession

[phasing_cat]

I'm actually hating being pregnant.

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[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

Not a chance in hell.

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

*And considers that a challenge to make him smile*

There's gotta be something that'll get that sour expression off your face.

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

What sour expression? This is the way it looks.

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

*snorts* It's the way it looks when you're acting emotionally constipated.

I've seen you smile, I know it can happen!

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

Yeah, right. Where's your evidence?

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

*harumphs, then walks around the crib to his side and grabs his hand, putting it on her belly where Sammy's kicking up a storm. Then she just waits*

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

*gives her a look, but feels anyway, his face relaxing into something suspiciously like a smile as he feels the baby move*

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

*She knew that would get him*

She can't discern exact words in there. But I'm sure she can tell the difference between voices, and every time she hears yours, she goes crazy. John's voice calms her down, but yours... you make her hyper.

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

Heh... *He likes that. Likes it a lot. The idea that the kid likes him even before she's born is -...
And then he scowls up at Kitty.* That's cheatin'!

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

Is not!

*She laughs and returns to making the crib*

It looks like you're finally getting used to the idea of being an uncle.

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

Hrm... Ain't much to get used to. Ain't my kid. She gets smelly, I'll just walk away.

'S what I always did with you.

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

Hardy har har. *finishes with the fitted sheet and gets out the top one*

She gets smelly, hand her to John. That's what I'm planning on doing. *smirk*

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

*actually snickers at that* Good thinkin'.

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

You do think he'll be okay with her, don't you? He can get a little, er, clumsy, when he's nervous.

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

He's not gonna drop the damn kid.

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

You don't know that! It happens!

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

An' you keep tellin' me to have a little faith in the guy?

He's stupid, but not that stupid.

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

*sigh* I know, I know. I'm just... freaking out.

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

Don't. No reason to.

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

I wish I had your confidence.

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

Half-Pint... You can do this. If I didn't know so, I wouldn't say so.

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

I just really, really want to be a good mom.

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

An' you will be. Now sit down an' shut up.

*will finish this crib thing without her, because he's the king of making baby beds... obviously*

[phasing-cat.livejournal.com]

Yes, sir!

*chuckles and sits in the rocker, waiting to see what he does with the frilly thing*

[45825243-t78-a.livejournal.com]

*He's making progress, but he has no fucking clue where the frilly thing goes. In the end, he just hangs it on a corner of the crib.*

There. Done. *And don't you dare tell him different.*