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[takecourage]

Nearly at the end of her second trimester, Alex finally concedes that they need to do some preparing for the increasingly imminent arrival. They've picked out a bedroom to turn into the nursery and Alex has spent days staring at various swatches on the wall until she'd finally settled on a dove grey colour for the walls. It's neutral, she figures, more palatable than the pastels that the girl in the DIY store had recommended. Even if she decides that she hates it, there's not a lot she can do about it, with all of the natives in Darrow gone like they were never even there.

"How long does it take you to change into things you don't mind getting paint on, Arlington?" she calls down the hall.

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"You're back to thinking you would?" he says, and though there's surprise in his tone, it's faint. "More than hypothetically, I mean." He does have to take a moment or two, thinking through the idea and weighing his own feelings, silencing the gruff sound of his grandfather's voice at the back of his mind. Eventually, he nods.

"Like we've said, I don't love the idea," he says. "And, yeah, a lot of that is down to my own hangups, but I'm also thinking about the closing shifts you used to pick up, and the doubles. And all the assholes you've ever told me about." A muscle twitches in his jaw at that last, something protective clenching tight within the center of him--even though he knows she can fend for herself, and has, and would. "But if going back would make you happy, if they can give you a schedule that works...I think you should do it."

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"Not really," she says. "Just...covering all my bases, I guess. And all of those are really good points. I just...don't know if I'm going to miss it or not once it feels possible, I guess." She smiles. "You definitely wouldn't have said that a year ago."

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"A year ago, you and I would be having this conversation at a much higher volume," says Darlington, and while the words and his tone are light, he doesn't try to suppress the swell of guilt he feels for that. "With more swearing."

He finishes his latest pass over the wall, then looks at Alex again. "It's hard to predict if you'll miss it or not. You'll just have to wait and see."

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"And throwing things," says Alex, grinning broadly at the thought of it. She nods. "No good planning for any of it, right? We don't know what's going to happen once she's here."

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"Throwing things, how could I forget," he says, deadpan until he looks at her and laughs. "My reflexes got so much work, all thanks to you and your deadly aim, Stern."

He gets a little more serious then, his grin softening to something steady and warm as he watches her sitting there, her brush moving above the baseboards. "We don't know," he agrees. "When she's here, when she's growing up...there's a lot of mystery to come. But we're ready for it. As much as we can be."