Hey guys! I'm going to celebrate my friend's birthday tonight, and from there Dartmouth, so who knows if I will have another chapter for Monday. I know I always say that, but this time I'm actually concerned. Anyway, let me know what you think and send me your ideas,
-Aislin
"Walter says I have to come into work," Happy told Toby as she laced up her boots and started to walk out the door.
"No," Toby disagreed forcefully.
"What do you mean no?" She placed her hands on her hips and got that look on her face that meant she was going to kick his ass. Nessa kind of took away some of the intimidation present in the situation when she stood beside her mother and tried to imitate her.
"Yeah, what means no, Daddy?" Nessa demanded. Her jet black curls were in french braids that Toby had spent a whole three hours learning how to do for her. He couldn't help but smile at his daughter.
"Toby, focus," Happy snapped her fingers. "Why can't I go into work?"
"Because I have to be here with Nessa," He stated as if that answered the question.
"And you aren't needed today," She countered.
"And it's two days after your due date," Toby argued. Nessa tuned out of the conversation at this point and turned her attention to the new dolls Cabe had bought her the week before.
"And what's your point?" She questioned.
"I am not missing this one," He stood up take the phone out of her hand and push her so she was sitting on the couch. He sat down next to her, and dialed Walter again.
"Hello?" Walter sounded confused.
"Happy isn't coming into work today," Toby asserted.
"But Happy said-" Walter started to respond.
"I know what she said, but there is a strong possibility that the baby is coming today and I am not having her be in some neighboring state helping you with a car when our son arrives because I am not missing another child's birth," Toby explained.
"But I-"
"No," Toby dismissed him. "Listen, O'Brien, you can do what you want, but in a week you're going to be in the same position as me and you're going to tell me how justified I am. Trust me."
"I'm having-"
"Bye, Walt, see you soon," Toby shouted before hanging up the phone. Happy smirked at him and rolled her eyes.
"You were mean to him," She observed. "Aw, I think I'm rubbing off on you," She cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I can't believe you like that I was mean to our friend," He scoffed. She didn't grace him with a response. Instead, they sat in silence watching their nearly two year old daughter play with her dolls and the dogs.
"You know it might not happen today," Happy chuckled to him after a couple of minutes.
"I know. I just want to spend time off work because I'm a giant slacker," He grinned widely.
"Mommy!" Nessa called for Happy's attention.
"You know it's nearly unfair how often she calls out to you instead of me," Toby commented. "It's almost as though she likes you more."
"Almost," Happy snorted before replying, "Yes, Nessa?"
"I colored Conan," She smiled proudly. Surely enough, the normal golden dog had black streaks in his fur. Happy winced.
"I-uh-I," She stuttered. "It's beautiful, sweetheart," She gave a very big fake smile.
"Happy, honey, are we supposed to-" Toby tensed up uncomfortably. Nessa beamed at her parents. Conan licked her face.
"I think this is what you're supposed to say," Happy decided.
"But I don't-" He started to interrupt her.
"Tell her it's beautiful," Happy demanded. "And then go shower the dog."
"Why do I have to?" He whined. Happy gestured down at her stomach and rolled her eyes. "Right, gotcha. Nessa, it's perfect, but do you know what would be super duper mega fun?"
"Wat?" The little girl squeaked. She planted a kiss on Conan's mostly ginger head.
"Why don't we give Conan a bath?" He suggested. He picked Nessa up easily and carried her upstairs to the bathtub. He called Conan to follow in suit. Happy laid down on the sofa and tried to fall back to sleep. She was always so tired these days.
"Toby," She groaned loudly in the middle of walking to the kitchen to join Toby and Nessa in making cupcakes. Well technically she was told she was only to have a role as an observer.
"Happy?" He replied immediately.
"We need to take Nessa to the garage and drive to the hospital," She announced.
"Why?" He froze.
"Because my water just broke, and I'm not having the baby at home, genius," She snapped.
"Oh, oh, right that," He stuttered. He didn't move from where he was standing. Nessa sat wide eyed on the counter.
"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Happy placed her hands on her hips and attempted to look threatening. It didn't help that a contraction hit in that moment and she had to keep herself from cursing out Toby in front of Nessa.
"Right, right," Toby picked up Nessa and picked up the car keys. He put a hand behind Happy's back and started to move out the door. She rolled her eyes as she walked with him.
"Sylvester," Toby pleaded. "I'm begging you to wait outside the garage to get her. Please, Happy and I need to get to the hospital... I know you're uncomfortable with taking care of her, but right now we don't have another option...It'll only be until Ralph comes home from school...Thanks, Pal, you're the best." Toby hung up the phone and refocused on the road ahead of him.
"Could you drive any slower?" Happy questioned angrily.
"It benefits no one if we die before we get there. Hence why I'm driving," He chuckled nervously. His knuckles were turning white with how hard we was gripping the wheel.
"Daddy, faster," Nessa ordered from the backseat.
"Oh hell, she's already picking up your need for fast and reckless driving," Toby sighed.
"Shush," Happy and Nessa yelled simultaneously.
"And your inability to listen to me talk."