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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 20:25:00 GMT -5
"Yep, I'm having a baby." Raven twirled some spaghetti on her fork and then put it in her mouth. She started chewing and then swallowed.
"You're the godfather ya know...if they let me christen the poor kid."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 20:45:02 GMT -5
"Awww, really?" Race grabbed Rae's hand and beamed at her and was deeply touched for all of five seconds, and then he couldn't help smirking a little. "You really think I'll set a good example as an upstanding Catholic?"
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Post by raven on Sept 1, 2011 22:12:52 GMT -5
"You can't even seriously be worried about that. I am the worst Catholic since the Borgia pope." Raven said with a laugh.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 1, 2011 22:20:11 GMT -5
Race laughed and shook his head. "Seriously, though...thanks, Rae. I'll do my best." He got up and kissed her on both cheeks, like his mother used to do with friends of the family.
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Post by raven on Sept 2, 2011 6:52:24 GMT -5
"You're gonna be great at it. Honestly. The poor kid can't just have Spot for a father, the baby'll be all grumpy and miserable all the time. We have to give the baby a sense of humor." Raven said and then mimicked Spot's grumpy face.
"I'm Spot and I take myself way too seriously."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 2, 2011 13:15:11 GMT -5
Race chuckled and sat down to dig into the spaghetti again. "Just don't tell him that." He mulled over the whole situation and turned a little more serious. "D'you think you two'll be able to handle it? I mean, I know you can handle it--and I know Spot can, if only 'cause he's a stubborn bastard whenever he puts his mind to anything--but I know the two of you ain't exactly been...the most stable of couples."
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Post by raven on Sept 2, 2011 15:08:01 GMT -5
"I know...I been thinking about that too, if we can't then we can't. I'll raise the baby on my own." Raven shrugged. "I mean I know he'd wanna come around and see it, that'll be okay I guess."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 2, 2011 15:30:39 GMT -5
"That'd be real hard, though. It'd really cut down on our drunken adventures," he joked. "I hope you can work things out. If you have to, just send one'a the birds after me whenever you fight, and I'll come yell at you both till you forget your differences and gang up on me."
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Post by raven on Sept 2, 2011 18:27:22 GMT -5
Raven laughed. "Okay!" She sighed a little sadly. "Everythings gonna change and its worrying me a little. I mean my relationship could completely fall apart and chances are I won't be able to get drunk with you anymore..." she tore off a piece of bread and ate it.
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 2, 2011 19:19:34 GMT -5
"We can do other things," Race pointed out, grinning. "We'll still have spaghetti, witty conversation...poker, of course. We can take the kid for walks when Spot's busy, and try to explain to everyone we meet that we're not married or dating. As for your relationship, look at it this way--it's the ultimate test. If you two can survive a kid, you can survive anything."
He wondered whether Spot was planning to marry her after this whole ridiculous Annabelle situation got sorted out. If Rae wanted it, he damn well better.
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Post by raven on Sept 2, 2011 19:21:25 GMT -5
"I fucking hope so," Raven declared. "If it doesn't I'll kill him.
((Lol))
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 2, 2011 19:24:23 GMT -5
"I'll help," Race offered. "Can we use slingshots? It'd be poetic."
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Post by raven on Sept 2, 2011 19:34:20 GMT -5
Raven smirked. "Oh yes, slingshots are a must."
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Post by Racetrack on Sept 3, 2011 9:47:16 GMT -5
Race finished his spaghetti and thought with satisfaction that they could actually both afford to pay for their meals for once. "So what are you gonna name it?"
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Post by raven on Sept 3, 2011 10:20:45 GMT -5
"I have no idea, to be honest I haven't even thought about it yet." She shoved another forkful of spaghetti in her mouth.
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