"I think this is the time that I reassure you that you're the only one I want to play doctor with," Rae waggled her eyebrows and reached a little further in attempt to poke him in the side. "Also, I'd like to point out that as a pregnant woman, I am allowed to get mad at whatever I want to get mad at!" Her voice was filled with faux matter-of-factness.
From anyone else, the comment about dancing provocatively on the hood of a car would have bothered her. Instead, she hummed the tune of that accursed song, then shrugged. "Dancing on a car is fun in theory. Hard in practice. Especially if said car is wet." Rich men had strange ideas for their upscale parties. "But I will gladly dance around a car for you. As long as I don't have to dance to that song. Or any horrible eighties hair band rock. Those days are behind me..." she quirked a grin. "The dancer and the EMT. Brains and creativity. This kid's going to have it all. Everyone will either want to be them or be friends with them."
She made a face at the thought of sexual Hitler. "I won't go anywhere with that rubbing you the wrong way comment, then. For the sake of preserving the humor that's still left in the joke." She smirked, too.
Rae smiled a little. "Yeah, there's that. I also kind of really want to see you with him," she admitted. "I have that chick thing about the guy I love and babies, all right?" Another little laugh and she ducked her head bashfully. She turned and looked at him again when he added another to the list of babysitters. "Right? If this had happened before the end of the world, we'd probably have more trouble finding whatever time. There's another upside to all this!" she grinned a little. "Still, just in case it becomes a problem," her voice was playfully serious, a little excessive so that he'd know that she knew it wouldn't be a problem, "we should obviously have extra whatever time for the next little while. You know. Just in case," her serious facade faded and her face cracked into a wry grin. "Lots and lots of extra whatever time."
"Maybe it was all a facade or something. Maybe Grimace had a secret dark side and was plotting with the Hamburglar to take down Ronald McDonald's regime." She gave a soft smile when he kissed her hand and looked at him lovingly. "You look good any old way, babe. You're just perfect, as far as I'm concerned." She stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek again. "Not even pasty. Pale and sexy."
Their laughter echoed a little more than they probably wanted it to, but Rae couldn't be bothered to care. A little bit of juvenile fun was needed, with everything else going on in their world right then. "Doesn't taste so good, does it, Steel?" she fake-taunted. She was never really good at taunting.
She was laughing so hard she could barely see straight, sitting in gloppy mud and raising her head to look at Elliot as he approached. She closed her eyes and winced, a smile still spread across her face when he patted her on the top of the head. The gloppy mud dripped down her face and she laughed in spite of it, nodding her head yes. "Almost perfect," she said seriously, reaching for his hand to tug him down in the mud with her. Once she had him down there, she crawled onto his lap and pressed her lips to his, ignoring how both of their faces were covered in mud.
"Now it's perfect," she said, smoothing her hand along his cheek and looking into his eyes. "I love you so much," she told him tenderly.