They were preparing.

( I'm like totes prepared LOLZ! )

After seeing Anna off to Mara's room, Peter moved down the stairs to have a chat he really wasn't looking forward to having. It made him feel worse when he let himself into Razvan's room and Razvan looked up at him with hope in his eyes. Lovely. "Hello, Razvan." Peter closed the door behind him, but he offered the demon a friendly smile.

( Apologising )

In the end, they had let Deirdre go through her labour in Renee's room, because until she was fully dialated, all she could really do was sit there and moan and cry and she seemed to do that a lot less when she was beside Renee. There was no shortage of people around them either, which helped. Flynn had come to be with them, and he and Quinn hovered almost constantly. Giles had shown up, and he had sat with them, palefaced with anticipation. Deirdre's mother and step-father were present and Paula had stopped in. A great deal of Littletons had come to say hi. Deirdre's band mates and house mates and tenents and employees...all had come to wish her well and be with her through the part where waiting was all that could be done.

( Never Alone )

Deirdre was surrounded by people she loved. She had crawled into Renee's bed, despite the fact that the fit was slightly precarious. She was three people at the moment, and four people in a hospital bed was slightly ridiculous, even if Peter had ensured that Renee was set up in a comfortable room. Julian was by the side of the bed, reading a story book to Deirdre's twins. He liked interacting with them since he had missed this part of Aislinn's life. Mostly, Aislinn had missed it too.... Little Dylan was there, curled up on another chair, dozing off, and Quinn was watching over them all without saying a word. For once...

( LABOURZ! )

Johan was ferried to the doctor by his brother, Daniel. Daniel remained quite stoic the entire time, leading Johan to wonder what exactly Daniel was thinking about all this. Daniel wasn't exactly forthcoming on that subject, choosing to wallow by himself, if he was in fact wallowing.

( Oh Hai )

Flynn had been told Peter liked to sit on his roof when things got a little serious. And that was indeed where he found the man, though he had had to have Lydia show him how to get up there in the first place. When he stopped Peter through the window, he ducked out onto the roof, fearless despite the fact that the roof sloped down to a five-storey drop off that wouldn't result in anything good for Flynn. Flynn was graceful and sure-footed and he was used to hanging around on rooftops. "Peter." The man was staring out into the distance, smoke curling away from the cigarette he held between his fingers. Peter hadn't noticed Flynn's arrival at all.

( Confess to me )