texasranger commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

Hunter was anxious, something that almost never happened to her, but mostly her anxiety was stemming from her fear about screwing up. It had taken some convincing, with the baby being late and all, for her to get Michi to actually come out tonight. She had promised that it would all be fine, and now she had to make that true. She had been watching the punch all evening, even tasting it now and again, to make sure it was safe for the younger girl to drink. One could never know with Blue Ridge punch, and if there was tequila or a potion or something in there, she'd rather find out herself.

She was trying not to be a drag, but as much as she kept grinning and assuring Michi that it was all good, she was pretty worried. What if her water did break or something, after Hunter had basically begged her to leave the house tonight? If Mars or Tatum had to deliver Monkey in the middle of the dance floor, she didn't think Michi would forgive her. She was mostly just hoping he would stay put for another twelve hours or so.

They were currently swaying slightly to the music, Hunter looking over the top of Michi's head to see if she could locate Mack. She had been trying to keep her and her little hobbit close-by, in case anything did go screwy. That little ginger had to at least know how to like, check for the head or something. Though Hunter had her suspicions that if Michi went into labor and the responsibility fell on Tatum, the kid would probably faint. Sighing a bit, the blonde rested her chin on top of her fiancee's head.

"Havin' fun?" She asked, tightened her arms around her a little as one slow song switched seamlessly into another. She was never much of a waltzer, but it was prom.