Author's note: yes, this chapter is purely filler and wasn't supposed to exist, but here's the last chapter before baby Barrow is born! Please read on lovelies, and review (last chapter had a record low of reviews, but maybe that was an oversight)!
Also, WHAT THE HECK! I've tried to re-upload this (I guess it crashed?) and I hope it'll work this time. If you get to read this, please review!

To Have a Home

Bonnie and Blanche were scouting out places to stay. "We can't go to Missouri, or Utah, and Texas is completely out of the question." Clyde had instructed them before lending them the keys to one of the cars. Of course Blanche didn't know how to drive it, so Bonnie was behind the wheel and Blanche was just giving her less-than-helpful chatter to Bonnie. She didn't seem to mind Blanche too much anymore, they had come to an understanding that Clyde nor Buck could even believe.

It was February and Bonnie and Blanche were taking a little weekend trip away from the boys, further than they had ever gone before. "I ain't ever been away from daddy this long." Blanche admitted guiltily. Why did she sound so guilty about that? "Even when he was in prison I saw him every other day, and I knew he was goin' to be there when I came by. Now I ain't so sure."

Blanche was a nervous wreck when it came to leaving Buck. She didn't want to go, but neither of the Barrow brothers was going to let Bonnie go alone. Blanche still got upset when Buck went on jobs with Clyde; she didn't want to leave his side unless she had to. She was a devoted wife, and Bonnie commended her for that. It must've been hard for that Christian of a woman to be so faithful to her criminal husband. Bonnie was thankful that she and Clyde—although not married—wanted the same thing: to be remembered. They were on the path do being remembered.

The two ladies made it to Oklahoma quickly and Bonnie parked outside the house that she had seen in the newspaper. It was nice: not too little but not too big, a nice first home for all of them. "Daddy an' I always talked about ownin' a house." Blanche said gleefully, looking up at the second story out of her passenger seat window. Bonnie was also happy with the quaint Oklahoma house, it would be the perfect place to hide out and a great place for a baby to be raised. "I think they'll like it, don't you, Bonnie?"

Bonnie smiled and looked back at the house. It was like something out of a dream. She and Clyde (and Buck and Blanche too) had a house together, a nice little home in Oklahoma. It was the perfect place to start an ordinary life together, or at least pretend to have one. Almost misty-eyed, Bonnie got out of the car. "We should go in and see it before we decide to get it." Blanche also got out of the car and they walked up towards the house.

Blanche dug through her purse to find the key they had gotten from the bank. Oh, the bankers were more than willing to help the Arkansas widow "Nellie" and her cousin "Winifred" (a terrible name, really, but it's all Blanche could come up with for herself) find a house to raise the baby in before they moved north to live with family. Bonnie wondered who the real writer was: Bonnie loved to write, but Blanche had a natural talent for making up almost plausible stories. They didn't seem to mind the temporary residence plan and Bonnie and Blanche had brought limited funds so that they wouldn't seem too wealthy. Once Blanche got the door open they took a little tour.

The kitchen seemed pretty nice, and there was a nice refrigerator against the wall. There was a card table with four chairs, and they didn't really need any more than that. It was a good size for the people that would be living there. Against the wall of the living room was a red-gold-and-black patterned couch (a gaudy thing, but Bonnie didn't mind it as much as Blanche did) with a cream colored tweed loveseat across from it. Between the two couches was a coffee table perfect for holding everything that they brought home from jobs. There was one downstairs bedroom and two upstairs and the one downstairs was quaint and little with a bathroom across the hall. Blanche was already blabbering about how she and Buck would be taking that downstairs bedroom and she assumed that Bonnie nor Clyde would mind. The two ladies went upstairs to see the other two bedrooms and they were actually pretty nice. Much like the downstairs bedroom one of the upstairs bedrooms was fully furnished and actually very nice, but the second bedroom was bare with a sheet thrown over a wood dresser in front of a window. Windows, there were a lot of windows in that house. That would either prove really nice or really bad depending on how their stay in Oklahoma went; they were little windows perfect for hiding behind the wall on either side, not quite big enough for someone to get in. "This room'll be a great nursery, don't you think?" Blanche commented, looking at the room as a whole. She turned on a light and proceeded into the room. "Buck an' I can pick up the bassinet, an' it can go right here. You an' Clyde'll be right next door. Yeah, this'll be a nice nursery indeed."

Bonnie just stood in the center of that nursery and dreamed of what it would be like. Would Clyde like this place enough to stay there for more than a few months? A part of her hoped he would. She saw where Blanche said that the bassinet would go, and it was the perfect location. They'd probably have the rocking chair that was on the back porch in the corner of the room so that Bonnie could rock the baby. The only thing Bonnie felt unsure about was that window. It was dangerous: the guns, the police, and the window that was the perfect place. No, it wasn't safe for the baby. None of this business was safe for the baby. But it was too late to change…

When Blanche came out of the master bedroom (and she thought Bonnie had followed her back in there, but she had not) she found Bonnie laying on the carpeted floor of the future nursery with her hands on her belly and tears in her eyes. "Bonnie?" Bonnie was tuning her out, as she often tried to do with Blanche. But this time the redhead was a little better at letting her uptight sister-in-law's words go in one ear and out the other. "Bonnie, honey, talk to me." Tears just leaked from Bonnie's eyes and fell down her cheeks. Blanche kneeled down beside her and leaned over her with concern. "Honey, you okay? You gotta get up. Is it the baby? The baby…Lord have mercy! We gotta get you to a doctor…"

"A doctor? Blanche, I'm fine. I'm allowed to sit down if I want to." Bonnie rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows.

The brunette just looked super confused. "You were lyin' on the floor, cryin'." As if Bonnie didn't know what she was doing. Blanche helped her up. "I thought you were hurt, or the baby was comin'…God, don't scare me like that!"

Bonnie couldn't play off the confidence she was trying to. "Blanche, I am scared." That was the most Blanche had really ever gotten out of Bonnie. Yeah, she was good with small talk, but she wasn't one for deep conversations. She let Blanche do most of the talking. This time, it was clearly Bonnie's turn to speak. "I'm scared, Blanche. What if somethin' happens to me, or to the baby, or to Clyde? I don't know what would happen if…" The tears started to well again, but this time she was determined to keep them in her eyes. "An' what'll happen when the baby comes? What'll I do? I just don't know what'll happen, Blanche…"

Blanche wrapped her arms around Bonnie and tried to comfort her as best she could. "You're gonna be fine, honey, don't you worry 'bout a thing. What do you say we go back to Kansas, and call our trip short?" Bonnie nodded and stood up. They started down the stairs and out of the house and Blanche continued to talk once Bonnie started the car. "Maybe on the way up we can pick out curtains for the nursery.

Author's note: okay, I know it's short and it's not the speediest of updates but band season is kicking up, school is about to start, and I just applied to my dream school (fingers crossed). Woo, big week! Please review and tell me what you think of the story or if you have any sentiments or NAMES FOR THE BARROW BABY… just please say something. I like hearing from all of you lovely readers. Thank you in advance, and the next chapter should be posted speedily!