RED / HEAD !

unborn child. great choice of words, freddy. daisy had thought that telling him - even with how close they had gotten, would be one of the best options. seeing as he was practically in the same position (but a lot more prepared), maybe he would have some advice on how to do it. on how to parent. “i’m serious,” were the first words that she decided to say. was it not obvious? the redhead let out a sigh, something to prepare herself for the following confession more than anything else. “ - i’m pregnant.” 

“dozed off for like 2 hours,” she huffed with a tiny smile, pulling her hand back when she took the water from her. “kidding, not 2 hours. but i’m sure you’re not the only one.” not the only one who was hungover, she meant. of course she had been there, seen everyone drink as much as they wanted. 

“oh - “ she paused, standing up from the seat in his office. a hand ran through her long red hair, head nodding as an assurance that she agreed. “of course, yeah.” daisy placed down her bag onto the chair she had been sitting on, taking a few steps to the other side of his desk. they had been in the process of switching everything over for a while now that it was getting frustrating. “how much do we have left?”

can i say riley? not that he’ll be bad, but maybe he’ll leave. he doesn’t need this - us, or our baby he’s got a whole career and who am i, right? but i’ve been looking forward to becoming a mom my entire life. even if he was to leave, i think we’d be alright. ( @lilhale ) 

“it’s basically working for your rich grandpa who still thinks its 1970…” ( @moneydair )

“can we be serious for like - i don’t know, a second?” they were keeping it a secret and daisy understood why. but a secret like this, a secret about a baby on the way? she had to tell someone. if it wasn’t going to be her mom (yet) or even elliot, she would have to spill the beans to freddy at least. “seriously, fred! i have something to tell you. but before i do, swear on everything and everyone that you won’t tell anyone. not even mavis.” 

“wow!” a hand smacked at his shoulder, a gasp escaping from between her lipsticked lips. her hand had a glass of water in it, ice filled close to the brim. “thank you for that, seriously.” it sounded like one of those stories you would hear when you were younger. like how watermelon would grow inside of you if you ate one of it’s seeds, babies could crawl out of places that they weren’t supposed to. 

“do you need anything else from me?” the redhead wasn’t usually the type of person to clock out early. she had been raised to be not only a hard worker, but dedicated in everything that she did. but now, with the news? and everything that was changing inside of her body, she was tired. she was scared. she was changing.  

“just take it!“ her hands were holding a large glass of water, ice filled to practically the brim. daisy picked her eyes up from the other, hoping no one else in the cafe was paying much attention to the other. “ - it’ll help! the only other thing i could get you would be alcohol, but i don’t know how much of that you’re gonna want.” 

was she surprised? no. was she confused as to why he was asking her to join? probably not. knowing monty, he hadn’t seen who was on the other side of those footsteps. she had been preoccupied at the office, so daisy knew she wasn’t close to his first guess. “where the hell did you get that?” her voice had a tone of surprise to it, eyes narrowing at the other. the redhead kept her distance, thinking the new baby and ‘wiz khalifa certified’ weed wouldn’t go well together. 

“i feel like a balloon - “ her hand moved to the lower point of her stomach, rubbing at the metaphorical bump that would soon appear. she had been working late at the office. thankfully, she had been alone and could act and feel anyway that she wanted to. “can you imagine when it starts growing? i’m doomed.” 

daisy beaufort showing up l8 to the party because monty had her at the office l8.