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[09867] okay do you know what's really fucking fucked up?

{09868] Is this the start of a bad joke?

[09867] Call my son Boris and I’ll cut your fucking hair off.

[09868] Baby Boris! I think it’s cute

[09867] Bald Butch!

#ic

[09867] okay do you know what's really fucking fucked up?

{09868] Is this the start of a bad joke?

I told her no more treats if she does it again, so I think that will work. Butch is a brilliant name! I think I’m going to call him Boris :)

[09867] Call my son Boris and I'll cut your fucking hair off.

#ic

[09867] okay do you know what's really fucking fucked up?

{09868] Is this the start of a bad joke?

#ic #rebellionwithcause #I think that's wally's pipboy number I'm using i've just noticed #she stole it

rebellionwithcause:

[09868] I don’t like it though, I’m thinking of a new one. Alright! I’ll come down now. I’ll bring Ellie as well, I promise she will not prod him in the face this time.

[09867] Fuck YOU Charlie is a good strong name, unlike Butch, which sucks. Oh no last time she really frightened him I'm gonna' have to explain to her again that he's not a toy aren't I?

[09867] okay do you know what's really fucking fucked up?

{09868] Is this the start of a bad joke?

[09868] I thought you would have needed time with the kid. I can come down now if you want?

#this is automatically butches fault ofc #rebellionwithcause #look #buddies #RENUINON

[09867] IT DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T SEE YOU TOO yes you should and you should show your damned face, stranger. Plus 'the kid' has a name

"Do you wanna’ take him for an hour maybe Harkness?"

security-chief-harkness

Sure.

#harkness is the pacifier #hamper #bag #thing #ewhatever

"You're a pro. If he poops on you there's a fresh diaper in the hamper." she places said hamper next to him. "He likes songs so you should sing to him."

[09867] okay do you know what's really fucking fucked up?

{09868] Is this the start of a bad joke?

#ic #busy people #shh its not an excuse for the mun

[09867] No. The only JOKE here is the fact I don't remember the last time I saw you.

security-chief-harkness replied to your post:— “If I’d have known having a newborn was this...

"Do you wanna' take him for an hour maybe Harkness?"

#security-chief-harkness #don't you :| me

-- "If I'd have known having a newborn was this tiring I'd have kept him in there."

#ic #I'm really gonna try and pick this bitch back up

willowcrescentbay

#maria #she's coming back #I'm gonna do some work on her blog tonight #I miss this bitch

doganindelisi-deactivated202310

#FC #maria #so I logged onto here by accident and if Karen hadn't pointed it out I might have blogged some very cnfusing things

Charlie Gomez.

#baby boy;#charlie tag #musings

And Baby Makes Three;

"Maybe when you’ve done the whole baby thing alright?" No. Not a chance he, and he doubted Freddie, would want see her march off on some stupid adventure. Although he doubted they could stop her if she wanted to. But yeah, right now, baby. No adventuring. Not anymore. That was over for the both of them and although Butch was a little saddened at the thought of them not being able to go out and just cause havoc like they used to do. But there was going to be a whole new adventure for them now. Babies and kids, who’d have fucking thought the two idiots from the vault would be parents. "Your’s Nosebleed, now come on, it’s time to have a baby. Quit whinin’ and fuckin’ do what the Doc says before you break my hand off." All said with the utmost love and affection he could possibly muster under the strain of her crushing his hand.

As the small wail echoed through the room, both heads snapped towards the end of the bed. She’d done it. “You fuckin’ did it Maria. Look you just had a fuckin’ baby! Shit, I should watch my language. Nah fuck that you just had a baby! You’re a Mom!” Freddie stood there with a look of amazement or shock, perhaps both. Just simply staring at the child that Preston was now wrapping up in a towel, a complacent smile resting on his lips.

"Congratulations to you both.

#ic #barbarianoutcast #rebellionwithcause #bmt #BABY #butch is like #LOOK MARIE YOU DID A BABY

Adventure was a distant possibility now. She was about to embark on a bigger adventure, something much more than just taking Butch and her Plasma Rifle out for a walk to kick ass. Those cries said she was a mother now. Mother first, Lone Wanderer second. She'd joined the same club as Butch now; parenthood. Tired yet somehow still wide and excited eyes search around the room wanting to get a glimpse at her child, she could see Preston standing with a bundle, her bundle -- her Pud.

Reaching out she grabbed Freddie's hand she gives it a gentle squeeze, chuckling lightly at his pale face. "You're a daddy now." her voice is hoarse but she's smiling brightly. Her and Freddie; mother and father. Their parents would have been proud.

"Preston, Preston." She cranes in the bed impatiently. "Let me see, I want to meet my baby."

robotsandsodapop he did!

#outofblondie;#the thread is still in progress but yes!!!!!

#musings #queue

And Baby Makes Three;

"Come on darlin’ you can do this." If anyone can it was her, she’d been through so much and lost too much as well. It was high time she got something just for herself. Butch couldn’t imagine anyone more suitable for the role as Mother then Maria, this kid was going to live like a fucking queen or king round here. Once again he mopped the beads of sweat from her brow and let her crush his hand, fuck it she was the one shoving a child out at the moment he wasn’t even going to mention the numb hand and how he was pretty sure she could have fractured it.

Freddie somewhat nursed his painful hand, a nervous grin as the realization waved over him. They were about to have a baby. Like right now. Any minute now, they would hear the cries and there he or she would be. Their child. Nausea waved over him, not just because he was terrified and he had every reason to be but because this was a turning point in both their lives. He was going to have to man up, this child couldn’t have a Father that jumped at his own shadow, they needed someone strong and confident to look up to and those words just didn’t match Freddie at all. Obviously they had Maria, someone that was every bit confident and strong, she could do this he knew deep down that she would be a wonderful Mother. He doubted his own worth as a Father and whether he could step up to the role. But these thoughts came far too late, because doubt and reasoning would no longer help him. He would just have to manage, try his damned hardest to be the best role model he possibly could. All he could do right now was wait, encourage Maria along and be there for her.

"You’re doing good Maria, keep going not long now. And again, push."

#ic #barbarianoutcast #BABY

"Butch I want to go fight Deathclaws, it might be less PAINFUL."

Teeth bared and sweat beading on her brow she pushed, the screams echoing around the room probably sending everyone in the nearest vicinity possibly deaf. Suck it up boys, you're not the one giving birth right now.

"Who's idea was it to have a fUCking baby! FucKING HELL."

Neither of theirs really but it had happened and despite the pain and the troubles they'd been through and were going to go through at the end of this, soon, so very soon, she'd be holding her first child. It was crazy, scary and oh so very exciting. Her eyes clamp shut and she pushes again, this time harder. One more. It had to just be one more. PLEASE let it be only one. The poor bones in Butch's hand crack more and more so under her iron grip, and Freddie's bleary complexion seemingly pales a little more but she doesn't notice that, she doesn't notice any of it.

Come on Pud, come on now. Out you come, Mama's had enough now--

And then it came.

The wailing.

The unmistakeable sound of new life being born.

"Pud..."

And Baby Makes Three;

"Yeah, y-yeah that’s what he said." Oh mierda infierno. Soon! They were going to have a baby soon. Alright he knew this was coming. They had planned for this, he knew this. But the reality of it was they were having a baby. In a short time they would be holding their child and that was terrifying. Once again he had to push that thought aside just so he could concentrate on being there for Maria, however difficult it was he was trying his damned hardest to remain calm (ish) for her and their unborn child. "It depends, all instances are different in your case be lucky that is it going to be a relatively quick labor."

"W-we are. Y-you can do this tesoro." He was there, he would not buckle, he promised not to and he wouldn’t. “Has it happened?!” His eyes snapped to the door, thank god. Butch. Just in case something did happen, at least he was not here. Within seconds he was at Maria’s other side, brushing her hair from her brow and planting a kiss on top of her brow. “Y’ready for this Nosebleed, huh? Time to be a Mom.” A dorkish grin beamed down on her. "Alright Maria, on your next contraction I want you to push."

Lucky her indeed. It was a good thing she supposed that it was happening in a flash than being drawn out -- she'd talked about it with Susie not all that long ago and after hearing that with Ellie she'd been in labour for fifteen hours she'd had honest to god nightmares and prayed her duration wasn't as long. Someone was really looking down on her in favour today. She liked to think that it was her parents really. Away forever but always around in spirit. Thanks Dad, thanks Mom.

As soon as Butch arrived she beamed and instantly grabbed for his hand, giving Freddie's a break. Butch could take it and if he couldn't then it was hard fucking luck, he wasn't the one currently having a child.

"About time you got here Dumb Dumb. Pud isn't fucking waiting." she laughs through the sweat and tears. Then she looks to Preston standing at her foot, prepared and ready for what was coming next. Push. She just had to push. Sounded simple enough even if it seemed to her akin to pushing a watermelon through the needle of a pin.

"I can't, I CAN'T."

She was honestly terrified but this was her baby. Their baby. Daddy was here and now so was it's uncle. The circle was incomplete but at least 2/3 of the most important men in her child's life were here. So, she bites down on the bullet (or at least crushes Butch's hand between hers) and pushes.

It was time to have a baby.

#ic #barbarianoutcast

And Baby Makes Three;

"Please Miss, just lay back we’ll do everything else." He proceed to help Maria whilst Freddie managed to try and pry his hand away from Maria’s and make his way to the cabinet with all the things ready and waiting for her. They had planned ahead, something to do with helping Freddie deal with the up and coming baby. His panic attacks, although somewhat hidden as best they could from Maria, had been apparent to Preston. He had suggested trying to make things easier for them both by preparing ahead of time. As the date grew closer, they had begun work on setting some things aside for her so they were easily accessed when the time came. That way Freddie wasn’t bumbling around the clinic, like he already had been doing, and it would ease his mind knowing that everything was there for her when she needed it.

Which was right now.

He grabbed everything, whether they needed it now or not, there was probably way more than he needed, but better safe then sorry in the end. This was his child and Maria he was thinking about. No not thinking about the baby right now. Moving his way round the equipment he handed the bundle to Preston to got to work placing the towels around her and over her. "She’s not far off now."