Their lives were heading in the direction of being very domestic, and life Cal, she wouldn't have seen it coming a year ago, of even six months ago. That's what happened though, wasn't it? Life had a way of piling up the bad shit on you, but it would do the same for the good as well. Cal being turned, still being here with them, that was good. Finding out about Jory, that was good, even if she hadn't been certain at first. Victoria coming to Amsterdam, also good, though there were those hiccups of having not seen one another in such a long time. Life was in an up swing, and for how long that was, no one could be sure. If Juniper knew anything at all, it was that the higher things went, the harder they would eventually fall. Heartbreak was something she could handle, as much as it sucked, but there was no Jory to think of, and how things would eventually effect him. As his mother, it was her job to protect him. "Yeah, paint fumes, and somba music makes for pretty good times." She teased. "Speaking of..." Laying down her roller, she moved to the bare windows, unlocked them, and pushed them up, so that the smell of paint wouldn't become so staggering as they continued on. "Don't tell him he's adorable. It'll go to his head, and have you seen that thing? It's kind of amazing he can even still fit it through the door. The boy has a healthy ego." Like she didn't have one herself? For having such a long, graceful neck, you would think that she would keep in mind that it might not be able to support such a large head either.
Things weren't ideal for them, but they were trying very hard to make due. There was no such thing as a story book romance, and if there was, they were probably close to a total one eighty from that. There had been so many ups and downs, they had both fucked up, but here they were giving it another try. That's what had to matter. Honestly, Jun hoped that her little sister would be able to find whatever she wanted in life. If that was a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or just companionship. Whatever it took to make her happy, whether it was typical, or not. "It's not her first night, honey. Her first night, we stayed up talking, and eating ice cream. The second night, I think we watched like five movies, and ate Indian food. It's been a nice stay. You're the only one being forced into anything." Once the windows were secure, she picked her roller back up, and began painting around them. "I have a bunch of stuff in the garage, but only a couple of the pieces need to be assembled. The crib is one of them, and the high chair.... and a bunch of his toys, but those can wait." Okay, so she had already gone, and bought the things she had thought she would need, not taking into consideration that there would eventually be a baby shower. "Oh, we were talking about names earlier, and we think we've settled on Jory for the first name. Jory James-McConal. I'm not sure about a middle name, but... didn't we have an uncle on mom's side, Vic? Her great uncle, or something. He had a weird name. Keith... no, that's not weird. Kiefer, wasn't it? I always liked that name, even though mom said he was just a old drunk. He was a ginger too." Reaching down, she placed her hand over her stomach. "Jory Kiefer... yup, it's weird enough to be perfect."