Mindy Lahiri (
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[November 16th] i think i was blind before i met you
Overwhelmed doesn't quite sum up how Mindy feels right now.
She can't quite wrap her head around the fact that Danny is gone, because he's the person she wants to be speaking to now most of all. He basically raised his brother, or whatever, she's sure he'd know what to do right now. Mindy's perfectly fine at delivering babies, actually pretty damn good at it, but she's not sure what to do with a five month old.
Thankfully, he seems pretty content sucking on the edge of his blanket, not yet crying in hunger.
Which is awesome, because Mindy has never been pregnant and so her boobs are completely useless to this guy. She needs to go and get formula or a wet nurse or something, but it's so hard to move when she feels all pins and needles, all numb, stuck on the floor of the damn storage closet.
The storage closet. In an OB/GYN clinic. Of course.
She feels really fucking dumb as she starts digging around, searching through boxes of pharmaceutical samples until she comes across a few small tins of formula and nearly cries in relief. How she doesn't cry at this point is honestly a goddamn miracle, but she's suddenly driven by necessity to get this guy somewhere warm and safe and home.
She's not prepared to be a mom, but apparently she is one, so an awkward discussion with Amelia and she's done for the day, headed back to her apartment with her not-so-new son in arms.
He's still napping in a damn printer box when Mindy sends out a mass text to the people who matter to her most (the people who are still in the city, who haven't disappeared in the past handful of days), practically begging.
Danny's gone. Can u come over? There's something else.
She can't quite wrap her head around the fact that Danny is gone, because he's the person she wants to be speaking to now most of all. He basically raised his brother, or whatever, she's sure he'd know what to do right now. Mindy's perfectly fine at delivering babies, actually pretty damn good at it, but she's not sure what to do with a five month old.
Thankfully, he seems pretty content sucking on the edge of his blanket, not yet crying in hunger.
Which is awesome, because Mindy has never been pregnant and so her boobs are completely useless to this guy. She needs to go and get formula or a wet nurse or something, but it's so hard to move when she feels all pins and needles, all numb, stuck on the floor of the damn storage closet.
The storage closet. In an OB/GYN clinic. Of course.
She feels really fucking dumb as she starts digging around, searching through boxes of pharmaceutical samples until she comes across a few small tins of formula and nearly cries in relief. How she doesn't cry at this point is honestly a goddamn miracle, but she's suddenly driven by necessity to get this guy somewhere warm and safe and home.
She's not prepared to be a mom, but apparently she is one, so an awkward discussion with Amelia and she's done for the day, headed back to her apartment with her not-so-new son in arms.
He's still napping in a damn printer box when Mindy sends out a mass text to the people who matter to her most (the people who are still in the city, who haven't disappeared in the past handful of days), practically begging.
Danny's gone. Can u come over? There's something else.
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"It's me," he calls out, letting himself in because it's not like she doesn't know he's coming over, and when Newt wanders into the other room, he only spares a quick glance into the box next to Mindy. "Whoa, super lifelike fake baby, is that what you're showing your moms-to-be these days? Gettin' a little too real over here, look at it, moving around and everything. Frickin' terrifying. That better not be what you asked me to come over for, by the way, I was expecting something a lot cooler."
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So it's not the kind of gone that implies Danny will be back, which, if he's honest, Newt had understood the second he'd gotten that text. It's just that so many of his friends have suffered the losses of those they love that he can't help but feel like he needs to watch the clock. He could wake up tomorrow to find Kate gone, though he banishes that thought as soon as it enters his mind because there's no way. There's just no fucking way, he'll go to hell and back just to make sure this city doesn't mess with his marriage like that.
The addition of the baby, though, throws him off even more. Sawyer's kid had shown up out of buttfuck nowhere, but Mindy? With a baby? It just looks so... wrong.
Taking a step forward to peer at the baby, Newt runs a hand through his hair, unsure of where to even start. "Are you sure it's yours? I mean... you would be the one to get away with not having to actually be pregnant to get a baby but shit, Mindy, are you sure?"
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She leans over to the box to pull out the book, filled with Leo's stats and pictures and other things that will probably bore Newt to death. All evidence of time that they've shared elsewhere. Pictures of Danny and the baby, Mindy and the baby, the three of them. It's so messed up. It isn't fair.
Why isn't he here?
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But Mindy, ever the prudent doctor, feels like this kid is hers so fine, he doesn't say a word. Until she provides the book she hands him, which she really should have started with in the first place because this is obviously better evidence than just a feeling.
"Damn," he murmurs, mostly to himself, as he flips through the book. There's no lack of sympathy at the sight of the pictures of Danny and Mindy together with the kid, and it isn't right that their kid would drop into her life the second Danny has disappeared; but he knows Mindy. She's strong, stronger than she maybe even gives herself credit for--though she does give herself credit for a lot--and besides, with neighbors like him and Kate, she can't go wrong.
"You're not alone, okay? Just to like, get that sappy shit out of the way, me and Kate will help you however we can. I promise."
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"I don't know where to start," Mindy admits with a slight shrug, relaxing a little under the reminder that she's not totally screwed. People like her, mostly, people will be here for her and her squirmy little son. "Like, do I sign him up for preschool? Is it too soon?"
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In truth, he has no idea where to really start, either. Babies aren't his expertise, he's never had to change a diaper, and he has no interest in doing that, either. "Maybe we can like, go find a "How to Mom for Dummies" book or something, is that a thing that exists? Plus, aside from all the baby shit you're going to need to pick up, we're probably going to have to work on finding you a legit babysitter."
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Maybe that's a little hopeful, maybe she's being an idiot, but she just sort of wants to believe that everything is okay, even if she has a feeling it's really not.
"Hey," she says, knocking on the door as she lets herself in. Things in general have been weird lately, with Kurt being gone and Kate and Newt suddenly in possession of his cat, but she's just doing her thing, keeping on like everyone is expected to. "So Danny..." But she trails off, not entirely sure what to say.
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Leo stirs in the box beside her and she glances over, not sure what to say. How, exactly, does one announce the arrival of a five month old out of nowhere?
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There's a baby in a box. A seriously not newborn baby, so at least it's not likely Mindy just stole it from the hospital or something, which is a big time relief.
"Why is there a baby?" she asks. There's a million things going through her head and she thinks she's supposed to go hug her friend right now, but all she can do is stare. Because there's a baby.
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God, she guesses. This is so messed up.
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"Holy shit," she says and maybe she's supposed to watch her mouth around him, but he's way too young to realize what she's saying. "I mean, holy fucking shit, your baby just appeared?" Other people appear, she supposes it isn't impossible, but it still seems insane.
"Holy shit," she says again.
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She has to beg off the crying, for her sake and Leo's. "He came with his baby book," she says, holding him a little closer because somehow it's comforting. It's not a replacement for Danny, obviously, it's so different but it helps, still. She nods at the book, hands too full to lift it. "There are pictures..."
She hasn't even looked at them all. She can't.
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Selfishly, he's grateful Reid is still here and before he leaves, he pauses to press a kiss to Reid's hair, to tell him where he's going and what's happened and that he'll be back later.
The store is closed today and so he locks the door behind him before driving to Mindy's building and pressing the buzzer to be let up. He has no idea what this something else might be, but with his hands in his pockets, he hopes it isn't anything too difficult. If Danny is gone, she doesn't deserve to have anything else piled on her now.
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When she sees Luke she does think, though, about how different things would be if they were still together. But no. He and Spencer are meant to be. She can't think otherwise, and so she just shrugs and shifts Leo to try to make them both more comfortable. "Hi."
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"Please tell me you're simply babysitting for someone and this isn't the something else you're referring to," he says as he comes into the apartment and closes the door behind him. "I'm sorry, are you alright? Do you need me to do anything?"
Whether or not this is simply an ill-timed babysitting gig is irrelevant. He's come because she's his friend and he cares for her. That she'd been in love with Danny had been so obvious to him once he'd gotten to know her and now with Danny gone, he can't even imagine how much pain she must be in.
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She needs someone calm and collected who knows how to deal with this, but who the hell is going to be calm when they see Mindy with a baby in her arms? It's disastrous in itself.
"I don't babysit," she says by way of response, and then she just blurts it out: "He's my son."
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The second is that she didn't know. The baby looks young enough that it's entirely possible this happened to her after her arrival in Darrow and Luke lets out a long, slow breath, then shakes his head.
"I'm so sorry about Danny," he says finally, taking a step forward and laying his hand on her shoulder. "And what's this little guy's name?"
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How is it that she now has a fucking child?
For all of the goodness the city has given her, she hates it right now so damn much. "Leo," she says, then shrugs a little. "Leonardo. Castellano. I guess. I don't... remember him."
She doesn't remember naming him, either, but she likes it anyway. Even if he's probably lost all chance of winning an Oscar now.
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It doesn't matter yet, does it? Whatever it is, it's wrong. It's wrong and Mindy needs her, so Elle sets her textbook aside and gets to her feet. On my way, she texts back. She grabs a sweater and Bruiser, and she's out the door, making her way to Mindy's apartment.
There's a nervousness to her as she arrives, an uncertainty. Danny's gone. Is he gone gone? Because if he's gone like boyfriends normally are, then he's getting his ass kicked, but if he's gone, then... Well, then Elle doesn't know what to do. She's taken on so much head on, but she's not sure how to make that better. There's no use worrying, she tells herself, until she knows what she's worrying about. So she takes a deep breath and knocks. "Mindy?"
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It's sure to be quite the sight, Mindy holding a random baby and crying her mascara off, but she finds it hard to care about the impression she's giving. Instead, she just steps aside to let Elle in, resting her chin on the top of Leo's head. Given the circumstances, he's crazy calm. She wishes it would rub off on his mom.
His mom.
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"Come on, let's go sit down, and then you can tell me what's going on. Tell me how I can help."
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But none of that matters anymore, because he's gone. Each time she lets herself remember that, there's an ache Mindy can't quite explain. It's so much worse than when she'd found out about Josh and Heather, when she and Casey had ended things. "He's gone," she says, making her way to the couch. Leo sits on her lap contentedly, head against her chest as he eyes Elle curiously. "He left the city."
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It's what Elle feared, but she's barely let herself consider it. All the way over to Mindy's, she pushed the thought away. It's not like she's totally naive or anything. She knows that this happens. People disappear in Darrow as quickly and easily as they arrived, and it's awful and sad and scary. It's too easy to lose people in any world, but it's even more so here, and she doesn't like to think about it if she can help it. She certainly wants to believe it can't happen to her or those she loves, but she knows better than that.
And still it knocks her out, hearing that from Mindy. Looking at her, seeing how much she's hurting, it's impossible to do anything but accept it as absolute truth. This isn't Mindy being dramatic, this is an awful, tragic thing, and Elle, who has so often believed she can do anything, feels suddenly and utterly helpless. She likes Danny. He's a good guy. More importantly, he's Mindy's guy.
"Oh, my gosh," she murmurs, reaching for Mindy's hand. She manages a small smile for the baby, not wanting to upset or panic the little thing, but it's surprisingly hard even to focus on him. "Honey, I am so... I can't believe it. I'm here, okay? Whatever you need, I am here."
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This isn't that, and there's no way she can take heartache days when a third of her practice just disappeared.
That and, well, the baby. There's basically no time to be sad, but she's pretty sure she's going to, anyway. She'll just have to work around it. In spite of it. She squeezes Elle's hand and closes her eyes for a second, trying to remember how to breathe. "This is Leo," she says slowly. "Danny and my son... apparently."
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