Best Left Unsaid
He saw her sitting in the locker room all by her lonesome, weeping silently as she looked straight ahead into her opened locker space.
Warrick took another look at the file in his hand, deciding that the news he had could stand to wait a few minutes more as he walked into the locker room.
He approached her tentatively, unsure if she was aware that he was in there or not.
"Catherine?" He inquired.
She looked up at him, and he looked into the most striking blue eyes he's ever seen. Her cheeks glistened from the wetness of tears and her whole demeanor betrayed sadness, and she turned away from him, ashamed that he was the one to see her in this state.
Warrick sat next to her and pushed a strand of hair from her face.
"What's the matter?" He asks in only a whisper, for that's only the tone he could manage around her when she was like this.
He resisted the urge to pull her into his arms and never let go. He always felt that urge anytime he was alone with her.
But there was no need for that urge to be felt because she wrapped her arms around his torso tightly at a rather odd angle due to her six month pregnant belly. She sobbed into the cotton of his black shirt and he held her and kissed her sweet smelling hair. He didn't push her to talk, he really didn't want her to, but she did anyway, and he was ready to listen.
She sighed before starting, burrowing her face into his chest, taking in the scent of his aftershave and his natural alluring scent.
"How could I have not seen?" She pondered.
"Not seen what?" He asked.
She looked up at him desperately.
"You."
He didn't say it, but his face was betraying his feelings of confusion.
She did not explain herself. She only leaned in closer and kissed him tenderly on his lips. She gripped his torso tighter than before, and he kept his embrace around her figure soft so as not to squash her belly.
They pulled away.
"Catherine," he started. "I-"
He couldn't think of anything else to say; she was gorgeous, pleading, and so deserving that he pulled her to him and they both surrendered to a passionate kiss forgetting where they were and losing all sense of time. Catherine forgot about her unhappiness with Chris and her uneasiness with her daughter as she allowed the kiss to become deeper and more wonton; letting it become a testimony to what she really wanted.
Warrick slid his hands from her lower back to her swollen, bulbous belly and he felt her child kick from within her. He pulled away and looked into her glistening eyes. He wished that the baby was his own and that he could tell her how in love he was with her, but he didn't because it wouldn't do any good. He wasn't sure if he could love another man's child.
Instead they kissed liked never before; like two lost lovers finally reunited after a long separation, even though they saw each other every night at work.
His hands made their way under her plaid maternity cloak of a shirt and he felt the soft yet firm skin of her belly, making the pain in his heart grow sharper as he acknowledged that it was useless to dream. All he could do now was savor the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, the softness of her hair, and the benevolent blue of her eyes as they pulled away at the sound of a cellular phone.
Catherine licked her swollen lips and sighed heavily as she placed her hands over his under her shirt, and the ache of stupidity and regret ran deep in her belly.
She picked up her cell phone.
"Hello?" She answered in a shaky voice. "Yeah…I'm almost ready…I'm fine, just hormones…okay, bye."
Warrick removed his hands from her belly and he helped her up.
Catherine grabbed her purse and shut her locker then she faced Warrick again.
She placed a warm hand on his cheek.
"One of these days," she whispered.
He took her hand and kissed it before letting her walk out of the locker room.