Maggie can't help but let a laugh slip as she sways rhythmically with Charlie in her arms. The idea of planning for a child in this world seems cruel- here you go little one, enjoy the crumbling grave you're stuck with.
"I never intended any of mine either. But I was sure happy to have them. I was... 18 when I got pregnant with my first. My daddy nearly skinned Davy on his way down the alter. If Davy hadn't been in the club he might have," Maggie reminisced for a moment. It had always been easier to talk about Davy than about any other part of her family, Davy's death had been tragic but heroic and acceptable in the grand scheme of things. "I hope you never loose this little one. I know Rodeo and the rest of this park aren't about to allow it."