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[balletrat]

*Meg is sitting at a table in the bar, engaged in several tasks:

a.) attempting to feed the baby in her arms with some sort of pureed baby food, provided by the bar

b.) keeping said baby from wiggling off her lap to go exploring under the tables

and c.) rather frantically paging through a book on child care in front of her, whenever Derry stops squirming long enough to allow her to use one of her arms.

Derry, meanwhile, is engaged in one task: becoming the universe's foremost artist in the medium of pureed baby food.

Hey, everyone needs to have a dream.*

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And Derry really is a sweetheart, *Meg adds; her face slips into a fond smile, for just a moment.*

- just, you know, also a pain in the derriere, *she concludes, and sticks her tongue out at the baby.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Ash smiles as Derry gives her cousin a Who, me? look.

"Think she's got ya there, kid."

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*Meg grins.*

- see, I can do that when someone else is holding her.

But when I'm holding her, I feel like I have to be all - you know - responsible.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Been thinking about that a lot lately."

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You've got a few more months, *Meg says, helpfully.* Live it up. Go to cabarets. Get drunk.

. . . I'd tell your wife the same thing, but apparently alcohol's bad for unborn babies.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

He snorts.

"Getting drunk's what got us into this situation in the first place."

He looks down at Derry contemplatively.

"Half the time I think everything's okay, I'm an adult, I can do this. The rest of the time it's 'Holy shit, I'm gonna be someone's dad.'"

Derry helpfully responds by patting his cheek with a tiny, carrot-smeared hand.

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*Meg grins, a little ruefully.*

From what I hear, it doesn't get any different.

Except, instead of 'gonna be', it's 'is'. And then, 'dad to a ten-year-old', and then 'to a teenager' -

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

....

"I'm doomed, aren't I?"

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- you're not the first, if that helps? *Meg offers.*

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. And at least it's doomed in a good way, this time."

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*Meg grins.*

Exactement.

. . . keep thinking that while you can, even.

*Derry burbles her agreement, and tugs in interest on Ash's chin.*

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Hey, take it easy there. I've only got one of those, y'know."