A/N: More from the Late world. I believe that if Rigsby felt Grace's hesitation regarding his wish to be involved in her life while her eggo is preggo with his baby, he'd behave as written here. Basically, a steamroller. Props going to everyone, just for being awesome and reading my stuff and being so sweet.
Implacable
That night, he slid into her bed without her verbal permission and pulled her into the long shelter of his body. Other than wrapping her up in his long limbs and grumbling when she tried to move, he didn't push anything. He didn't speak and he didn't touch her sexually. He simply wanted to sleep with her, and it appeared that he didn't really care whether she wanted him to or not. He'd had enough of her calling the shots. Now that his baby lay nestled between their prone forms, his deference to her wishes took a hike. Grace fell asleep, too tired to fight him and too relieved that he cared enough to ignore her meek protests. They were empty anyway. She slept like the dead in his bullish embrace.
The next day, Rigsby called his bank and transferred his modest savings to Grace's account. Again, he didn't even check with her, nor did he inform her once the transaction was complete. He told his bank-issued accountant not to take the money back, should Grace try to rewire it to him once she'd discovered it. It was hers and she was going to keep it. He wasn't sure what fifteen grand was worth in the expecting mother world, but he knew it was better than nothing.
That weekend, he packed his duffel bag and took it to her apartment. He didn't want her to feel overwhelmed by his silent decision to move in with her, so he kept his needs basic and left everything else at his place. She could always send him home when she wanted time alone, just as she could tell herself that one duffel bag didn't constitute a live-in boyfriend. When she opened the door and found him holding his bag and gazing at her with mild expectation, she shocked them both and said nothing, merely opened the door wider and let him in. From then on, he stayed every night, holding her close and occasionally allowing his fingers to slip through her hair.
Nothing was said at work. In the weird little world they were making, neither of them felt that anything had really changed. That hadn't officially gotten back together. Wayne might have been kinda-sorta living with her, but she hadn't offered and he hadn't asked, so technically they weren't. They were sleeping together, but not sleeping together. And their previous sexual relationship had resulted in a baby, but they had already paid for it with their breakup, so neither felt they could be retroactively punished for withholding the news that they were soon to be parents.
Thanks to Wayne's implacable decision-making, they could delude themselves into believing that they hadn't violated the rules again.
Meanwhile, Grace now believed that her hormones had not only made her needy, they had turned her into a simpering waif. She didn't object, not once, to any of these terrifying changes that Wayne was so casually inserting into their lives. She didn't mention the sudden increase in her account that had turned her into a thousandaire. She pretended not to see the second toothbrush that had reappeared alongside her own. She overlooked the much larger suits that now hung next to hers in the closet. And she lay pliant and willing at night when he molded himself to her, sharing his addictive warmth and reassuring presence. She rationalized that it was no use fighting, not when he'd clearly made up his mind to be with her. Best just to go with it and not upset herself. It wasn't good for the baby to get agitated.
He became an apartment ninja, too. Books on pregnancy and child rearing magically materialized on her coffee table and night stand. Healthy food overflowed out of her fridge and cupboards. A handrail mysteriously installed itself in her bathtub. And, her personal favorite, a onesie in newborn size appeared on her neatly made bed with an iron-on that said "My mom's a fox" across the tiny chest. Alone when she found it, Grace had laughed until tears sprung hot and heavy down her cheeks. She wasn't sure what was so damn funny, but that little onesie that could have doubled as an adult leg warmer just slammed the whole ridiculous truth straight home.
She was pregnant and Wayne was going to stick.
She decided that when he got home from the gym that day, it was finally time for a talk.