A/N: Yay, Chapter Three! I'm on a roll :) Now in this one, we come across one of the gleeks, in BABY FORM! Yay... I wasn't sure how I was going to come across this, but I am actually quite happy with it. Uhm... Not much really, just that I have an idea on what I'm writing next chapter, I think you'll be able to tell as I've sort of foreshadowed it. But you know... Eh.

Hope you like it. Enjoy.

Chapter Three: Cabin Fever and a New Friend

Shelby strapped Rachel in to her stroller, smiling down at the giggling baby as she opened the front door.

"Alright sweetie, let's check out the neighbourhood huh?"

Rachel giggled again, clapping her hands together as Shelby pushed them out the door.

To be perfectly honest, she'd been going crazy stuck in that house for the last three days. She hadn't found work, and really, she didn't want to just yet. She'd rather spend time with her baby girl for as long as she could. And she hadn't met anyone in the area yet, so she didn't have any friends she could just call up and meet for lunch.

Eventually, cabin fever set in and she decided to take Rachel for a stroll, maybe to the park. Just to get the two of them out of the house. Rachel had been fidgety lately, and maybe the open air would calm her down.

They were sitting in the park, Rachel still strapped in her stroller as Shelby pulled faces and entertained her. A woman sat beside her, a child on her hip.

"She's gorgeous."

Shelby looked up, smiling at the woman and looking back down at her daughter.

"She is. I'm Shelby."

The woman smiled, extending a hand as she sat her son down on her leg.

"Debra. This is my son, Noah. What's her name?"

Shelby grinned at the little boy, turning to her daughter.

"Rachel."

"That's adorable."

Shelby smiled as Rachel giggled again, grabbing on to Debra's hand as the other woman smiled at her.

"How old is she?"

"Just over eight months."

Debra smiled, looking down at Noah as he started to squirm. She set him on the ground, watching him as he started to crawl around on the grass.

"Noah's almost ten. Has Rachel started crawling yet?"

Shelby frowned, shaking her head as she watched the little boy crawl under the stroller.

"No… Is that bad?"

Debra smiled at her, quickly scolding Noah as he pulled on one of the wheels before answering Shelby.

"No, no it's fine. Most children start crawling between the ages of seven to ten months old."

Shelby breathed a small sigh of relief. She glanced at Rachel, who was laughing outright at the little boy that continuously moved her stroller.

"Well… That's good to know."

"Your first?"

Shelby grimaced, shrugging her shoulders.

"How'd you guess?" She asked sarcastically.

"It's just a little bit obvious honey."

Shelby smiled, rolling her eyes as Rachel burst in to a gaggle of incoherent conversation.

"Oh! She is going to be a talker isn't she?"

Shelby sighed, rubbing her temple dramatically.

"I can feel the headaches coming already."

Debra laughed, swiftly bending to grip her son around his stomach and lifting him up to sit on her thigh.

They talk for just over half an hour, Debra filling Shelby in on everything she needs to know about Lima Ohio, such as the day care that Noah's in, the supermarket that's got the best deals, who's ,looking for work and are flexible for first time mom's. Shelby is fairly sure that Rachel's not the only one who's made a friend today.

They're walking back home when she starts to cry. Shelby pauses, lifts her from her seat and coddles her in to her arms.

"What? What's wrong sweetie?"

She bounces a little, hoping the movement will calm him but she just continues to cry. She looks around, hoping no one sees the terrible mothering she's doing at the moment.

"Come on honey? What do you want? Hungry? Want me to sing? Can't you wait till we get home?"

She's almost desperate now. She doesn't really want to wait until they get home, despite the fact the house is only about ten driveways away. A crying Rachel is not something she ever likes to hear, and just pair that with the previously suffocating home and Shelby's would rather stand out in hail completely naked. She spots something in the pram, a small lion figurine that Noah had quietly handed over.

"Well… I suppose that cements their friendship." Debra laughed, waving off Shelby's attempts to give wrestle it from her daughters grip and hand it back.

She picks it up, tossing it in the air and catching it again, holding it up to her daughter.

"Look! Look at this Rachie! Noah's lion. Rawr!"

Rachel calms down slightly, scrunching her nose up just a little as she bats at the toy. She giggles as Shelby roars. Shelby passes the toy to Rachel, watching as her daughter holds it tightly in her hand as she's lowered back in to the stroller. Shelby softly wipes Rachel's cheeks, drying the tear tracks. She pushes forward, softly singing 'I Just Can't Wait To Be King' from the Lion King.

I have a feeling Rachel will be a cat person when she's older

A/N: Well there you go. I hope you liked it. Clearly, The Lion King is going to play a bit of a roll in baby Rachel's life, mostly because I love the movie and it's my childhood :) Back before Disney got so... Mainstream. When it was classic and was just absolutely awesome. So yes... I think if any of you read my other stories, you can tell I like Lions. I actually love Wolves too, but I just... Yeah. Uhm... Reviews would be awesome... Thanks. Laters...