Republisher’s Note: The ONLY thing I don’t love about this fic is the way it was published. I had a terrible time connecting up the isolated chapters. I’m still not entirely sure I’ve got it all, but I think have it now so even though I posted some of this already, I’m re-posting it all together now.
Author’s Note: Hello all! This is my very first post of fanfic. This scenario has just been rolling around in my head for a while, and I had to write it down.
Keep in mind that I stopped watching the show just after the BBS announcement last spring, and in my mind Manny are completely in love, living in the Laurel Falls house, and are ridiculously happy while expecting their first child. I dont do angst. Also, for story purposes, the baby was conceived in March (I’ll leave the specifics up to your imagination) and is due in December.
I intend for this to just be a little series of short stories. Nothing serious or heavy, just the everyday stuff I would have liked us to see. If you like it Ill keep going.
Disclaimer: I dont own these characters, they belong to GL despite the fact they don’t deserve them. This is a Stenz Manny fic, no other will do.
Baby Fanfic by Alisia Chapter 1
“Danny?” I yell as I walk in the house.
“Michelle? You’re back early. I figured you guys would still be shopping until this evening. Day-After-Thanksgiving sales are legendary.”
“Nope. All done.”
“Is Abby here?”
“No, she just dropped me off. Where are you?”
“In the nursery.”
Damn it. He’s upstairs. That means I have to get up the stairs. Not usually a daunting task, but at nearly nine months pregnant, any and all movement is a daunting task. I should have known he’d be in the nursery. He has been working on the nursery non-stop for the last two weeks. It always puts a smile on my face to think of Danny Santos Mister Masculinity getting so excited about Winnie the Pooh wallpaper and receiving blankets.
The Laurel Falls house was finally finished two and a half weeks ago three months off schedule. I love the Lewis family and all, but really, three months is a long time. We should have hired someone else. But, Danny insisted we hire Josh.
The house is huge, and looks like something out of a fairytale. Just like I dreamed of. The master bedroom looks over the falls; the kitchen overlooks the patio and garden.
The house is really coming together. Decorators were here all last week getting the carpets down, curtains up, and painting done. We finished our shopping for big stuff appliances and couches and a new desk for Danny’s office weeks ago, and most has already been delivered. We bought new dressers for our bedroom, but the only bed either of us could imagine having was the very good bed from Danny’s and my old bedroom at his family’s house. Somehow, Danny managed to have it here for the very first night we spent in our house. Its amazing how smoothly and quickly everything has gotten done. Danny has been really well organized so I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. Even the unpacking is nearly finished. I can’t believe how hard he’s worked, and how much he’s enjoyed it.
Danny and I have had so much fun with baby shopping the last few months. We even took a weekend and went to Chicago to find the perfect bedroom set. Marshall Fields may never be the same again after Danny bought out their entire baby department. But we did find the perfect furniture, I think as I finally reach the door to the nursery and peer in at all the work my husband has done today. I smile when I see the furniture is all put together and the wall paper is hung.
“How did you get this all done?” I ask as my husband comes over and slips his arms around me, something that is getting more difficult every day.
“I wanted to get everything ready by the time you got back from shopping with Harley and Abby, but the mobile is giving me trouble.” He rests his head on my shoulder and lightly nips my neck as I can’t help but giggle.
“What may I ask is so funny, Mrs. Santos?”
I am really laughing now. It’s beyond my power to stop.
“You lugged all this furniture up from downstairs, you put together the crib and changing table, you hung wall paper by yourself all of this since this morning and you can’t figure out how to put together the mobile?”
I lean back into him, the giggles just won’t stop, as I picture him sitting frustrated on the nursery floor trying to get little suns and moons and clouds to attach to a mobile as he runs his hands through his curls in frustration. He always runs his hands through his hair when he’s agitated, and judging by the disheveled nature of his curls right at this moment, I’d say it’s been a really frustrating day.
“It’s trickier than it looks,” he pouts.
In an attempt to console him, I remark, “But everything else is perfect. You were right about the wallpaper, it is adorable.”
“I’m sorry? Did you just say I was right?”
His eyes light up and that amazingly annoying yet still sexy smirk crosses his lips. We had quite a fight at the store about the wallpaper. I wanted ducks. He refused. The disagreement finally progressed to the point that he dug in his heels. I knew I had to relent or we’d be there forever. When he sets his mind to something, there is just no moving him. It would take an act of God to get him to budge.
“Yes, I said you were right. But don’t get used to it.”
He smiles as he takes my hand and pulls me into the room. “Just stay right there. I have a surprise for you- don’t run off.”
I respond to his retreating form, “Darling, I don’t think I could run anywhere.” I hear some movement in the hallway, and then Danny returns carrying the most beautiful rocking chair I have ever seen. It is light oak, and intricately carved, perfect with the rest of the furniture.
“What do you think?” he asks, smiling ear to ear.
I burst out crying, and he looks instantly contrite.
“Sweetie, you don’t like it? I’ll get rid of it. I thought you would like it.” He rushes over wrapping his arms around me and guiding my head to his chest, tears soaking his shirt.
“No, no,” I finally mange to gasp out. “It’s beautiful. Exactly what I would have chosen. I love it; I love you. Damn these hormones.” I cry at the least provocation these days, and I am sure I am driving my husband crazy. He never complains, though. He is always sweet and understanding, even running to the store for my cravings at all hours of the night. He won’t go for ice cream though, and I can’t say I blame him.
Danny lets go of me and sets the rocking chair near the huge window over looking the garden, or what will be the garden when spring comes. He sits down and pulls me into his lap, looking relieved that my crying has stopped.
“I’ll crush you,” I insist.
“I’ll take my chances.”
“What? Michelle, you are not going to crush anybody, I know you think you’ve gotten that big, but you haven’t. You’re still perfect.”
I can’t help but smile. “We will break the chair.”
“Impossible. It’s very well-built.”
Finally I relax in my Danny’s arms as he rubs my back.
“What did you buy today?”
“A few little sleepers fuzzy ones for Christmas time.”
I cannot believe we will have our little one by Christmas. We spent Fourth of July dreaming about the baby, Halloween imagining dressing up the baby in a few years, Thanksgiving being thankful for the baby, and Christmas with the baby. Unbelievable.
“Do you think we’re ready?” I ask. “Is everything done? Well, everything besides the mobile?” I smile.
“Ha ha. Yes, everything seems to be done.”
“Check. I even read the instructions yesterday.”
“You read the instructions?” I look at him open-mouthed and repeat in wonder, “Danny Santos read instructions. Will miracles never cease?”
“What else? Let me think. Crib, dresser, changing table?”
“High chair, baby bath tub, bassinet for our bedroom?”
“Bag packed for the hospital?”
“Sleepers, blankets, diapers?”
“Car seat, stroller, bouncy chair?”
“Still don’t understand the bouncy chair, but check.”
“I can’t think of anything else.”
“Me neither. I guess we can start putting up Christmas decorations now?”
Last Christmas was so miserable, I am determined Danny is finally going to have the perfect Christmas. The baby is due on the 12th of December, and I can’t imagine that this won’t be the most perfect Christmas ever. Despite spending his whole day working, Danny’s eyes light up like a little kid’s at the thought of putting up the tree and stockings.
“I’ll go get the tree and boxes if you start dinner,” he says.
He looks at me hopefully. Sounds like a great plan to me, but I can’t resist teasing him just a bit.
“Not until you finish the mobile.
Author’s Note: What do you think? Baby shower next?