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beyoncepadthai) wrote2015-11-11 12:21 pm
beyoncepadthai) wrote2015-11-11 12:21 pm
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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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Maybe he's not an expert on babies, but he's definitely gone baby shopping every now and again, for the sake of appearing to be a good friend. Sure, he'd been dying a little inside during each passing moment of being in the baby department, but he's faced off with kaijus before. He wants to be awesome Uncle Newt, even if it means showing face while shopping for diapers. Plus, he's learned a thing or two. For example, one shouldn't hand a three-month old a crayon because they will choke on it.
"For the next hour," Newt repeats, sighing as he shakes his head. "Think we're going to have to do a little better than that. Can you just like, make him go to sleep so we can shop in peace? That would work so much better for me."
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