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Chapter 1
Rating-PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from ER. But I do own Payton.
Summary: An fanfic about Ray and Abby. Rabby. Please Read.
A/N: Breakthefloor22 asked for a Rabby and I decided to write this. It's kind of backwards though. Starts at "present" day and works all the way back until they started dating. Payton is 8 months old. Please read and review! I'm crossing my fingers hoping ya'll like it.
Tuesday December 15th, 2007
"Can…can I hold her?" Ray asked his voice trembling with fear of rejection. He should be able to hold her. Payton is his daughter after all. But she was mad. And everything he did made it worse. She probably wouldn't even let him hold his daughter. He watched her start to form the word no but Payton's chubby little arms shot out towards him and she could say those two letters.
"Fine," she said and he eagerly scooped the baby up in his arms. Payton giggled, happy to be in her daddy's arms. It wasn't supposed to be this way. He shouldn't have to ask if he can hold his only child. But her eyes saw something that he wished had never happened.
"Can I take her tonight? I don't have to work tomorrow." She was going too say no. He knew it.
"I don't think that would be a good idea Ray." His heart was broken in a million pieces.
"Please? I miss her Abby."
"Fine," she slipped the diaper bag off her shoulder and handed it to him as she continued. "But if you hurt her Ray, I'll kill you." She kissed the top of the baby's head and walked away. He would never hurt Payton. And he was sorry he hurt Abby, no matter how much he didn't want it to happen.
His friends said he went soft after Payton was born. Maybe even when he found out she was coming. And his apartment was a testament to that statement. There were no more late night practices and parties at his place. His apartment was baby proofed even though Payton wouldn't start walking for a while and she had just started crawling. A brightly colored exercise saucer sat in the middle of the living room. A swing sat in the corner along with a play yard. And a high chair was visible in the kitchen from were he was standing. Even though none of these things had been used for weeks they still were not moved. Baby food, formula, and empty bottles sat where junk food and hard liquor once sat.
But the biggest testimony was the white door that had bold pink letters spelling out Payton glued on it. When you opened that door you saw something he spent weeks on, even with the help of his friends. There was white chair railing running around the room. Above it was a pale yellow color on the walls and below was the same yellow color, a pale pink, and a dark pink in alternating strips. The drapes that cover the one window are the same pale pink as the strips with butterflies in yellow embroidered on it. The white crib has matching bedding with a white mobile from which yellow and pink butterflies hang from. A white changing table sits in the corner and on the opposite side of the room is a white rocking chair. The closet is full of girly clothes, but it also has the exact same bedding as the crib in a twin bed size. So maybe he did go soft but Payton is his little girl and she deserves the best.
He settled into the rocking chair with Payton in his arms so she could drink her bottle. The only thing missing from this scene is Abby.
