Gunnar/Juliette + Are you drunk?
First, it was Avery’s ugly chair now it was his friend showing up at her… No, their home she reminded herself, putting on a tight smile as Gunnar swayed through the front door.
"Avvvvvverrrrry…" Slurred and far too loud, Juliette clenched her teeth realizing the ‘G’ in ZAG - or was it SAG now? - was, in fact, drunk.
And of course her wonderful husband was off producing Sadie Stone’s latest album.
'I'm providing for our daughter, remember, honey?' His sickly sweet tone from that morning as they argued about why he had to leave invaded her ears, and she wanted to march over to the downtown recording studio and drag him back here to deal with this.
"Hey, Julieeeeeeeeeetttteeee…" Gunnar hiccups, even more dopier smile than usual gracing his puppy face and Juliette hears Avery’s voice again.
'Count to ten, remember?'
"One…Two…Three…" She starts, reminding herself to breathe deeply like she was taught in la maz class so as not to upset the baby.
"Practicin’?" Gunnar murmurs as he pokes at her rounded stomach. "Hey, baaaaaaaaby…." There goes another hiccup and suddenly, it appears his legs can’t support him anymore, because Juliette then has her hands full with his dead weight.
"I am gonna kill my husband when he comes home." She mutters scathingly, somehow dragging Gunnar along with her as she makes her way into the nursery. "There’s only one place for you. And that’s…" She huffs, grunting as she shoves him into the offending chair. "Here."
"Sleep it off, Scott. And I swear to God if you puke in here, I’m gonna kill you and Avery."
"Thanks, Julieeeeeeettteeee," Still with that dopy grin and slurring. "You’ll be a great Ma…" Snoring is what comes next and Juliette shakes her head, making her way into the kitchen, thanking God she still has all the ingredients for pink macaroni so Gunnar will have something to eat when he comes to.
"The things I do for you Avery Barkley…" She mutters, smile coming to her lips as she shakes her head.










