So the idea came to me from that show Switched At Birth. While I think that show is terrible, it did lend the idea for this story, which will ultimately be Rayna/Deacon. I mean... how could it not?
Rayna sighed as she washed up the last of the dishes. Spaghetti night was always a mess. She stilled as Teddy came up behind her, placing his hands on her hips and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"You're quiet tonight," he said. Rayna knew he wanted information on her day. He'd never trusted her completely.
"Tired," she responded, and went back to washing the red sauce out of the bowl in her hand.
"Alright," Teddy replied, moving to the fridge to take out a cold beer. Just then, Maddie, the elder of their two daughters came bouncing in, a huge grin on her face.
"What's up, sweetie?" asked Rayna, curious as to her daughter's excitement.
"Well," she said, drawing out the word until it got lost on her tongue, "we did this really cool thing in science today."
Rayna over exaggerated a gasp and widened her eyes. "My daughter? Could this possibly be? Is my daughter… interested in school?" she laughed, Teddy joining her.
"Shut up, I don't hate school," defended Maddie.
"Alright, alright. So what is it? What's got you so excited?"
"Well we're doing a unit on blood and blood types, and Mrs. Whitman gave us these tester strips to take home, so we can see which alleles for blood type we inherited from our parents," explained Maddie, getting more excited as she went on, "So will you do it?"
"Do what?" asked Rayna, hoping to god her daughter wouldn't make her prick her own finger. Rayna Jaymes could deal with many things, but blood wasn't one of them.
"You guys each have to give me a little bit of your blood for the tester thing – I already did mine – I'm type O." Rayna cringed inwardly – of course there would be blood involved.
"I think that sounds great sweetie," said Teddy, jumping into the conversation. He put his beer down, "I'll go get a needle."
Great, though Rayna, Teddy loves the idea – of course he does. These days, they couldn't agree on much of anything.
"Got it!" he called, walking back into the kitchen, the needle in one hand and a box of band-aids in the other. "Here, I'll go first. Where's the tester strip?" Maddie handed him the small strip of paper that had already been bled on. Teddy pricked himself and smudged off the free-flowing blood onto the square labeled "father."
"Here Rayna, your turn."
"Ugh, alright. Just goes to show how much I love ya, kid," she said. Maddie giggled, then, getting impatient, told her loving mother to hurry up. Rayna repeated the steps Teddy had taken, this time smudging her blood in the square labeled "mother."
"Okay so now it takes like fifteen minutes. So probably I'll need ice cream while I wait," said Maddie, a cheesy smile on her face.
Rayna grumbled something but then conceded. "Fine, but make sure you clean up your mess," she said, struggling to put the band-aid on.
She headed into the TV room to see what Teddy was watching. He'd already placed himself in his usual spot - the reclining chair, also known as "Dad's Chair," the reclining chair was not to be used by anyone other than Teddy Conrad himself.
They'd been watching the game for about an hour when Maddie came in, a confused look on her face.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" asked Teddy, barely tearing his eyes away from the giant screen.
"I think the test is wrong," replied Maddie, holding out the test strip in front of her. Rayna took it, but couldn't decipher what it meant. It just looked like blood to her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, if you're type A, and Dad's type AB, then I can't be type O," and suddenly Teddy was standing, demanding further explanation, which his daughter provided him with. Maddie, unaware that anything was amiss, simply shrugged it off with an, "I guess the test is broken," and walked out of the room.
Teddy was looking at Rayna furiously. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed – busy day tomorrow…" she trailed off, stood up, and walked out behind her daughter.
TBC... and reviews are appreciated :)