Title: Rollercoaster of Emotions
Category: CSI: NY
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: Cry
Word Count: 595
Summary: He loved his wife... but she was all over the goddamn place!
Rollercoaster of Emotions
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He'd only left for two freakin' seconds, just to get something to drink, and when he got back, she was sobbing. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, tears flowing, her mouth wobbling and her chest heaving with each thick inhale of air. "I just- I just..." She petered off on a cry.
He half-ran toward her, nearly tripping on the throw rug and took a seat beside her, his beer forgotten on the table. "Linds? What's goin' on? You were fine a second ago..." He shook his head.
She nodded, lifting her hands to wipe at her face. "I knoooow... I just... I was just... And then..." She motioned to the TV.
He looked over, his brow furrowed. Some commercial he'd seen a hundred times was playing and when she looked at it again, she started crying harder.
"It's so beautiful..." she wailed.
"Linds? It's about new carpets..."
"I-I know!"
He sighed, rolling his eyes upward. "Hormones," he muttered under his breath.
"What'd you say?" Her tears stopped abruptly and she stared at him now with narrowed eyes.
His mouth opened wide. "Uh... nothing?"
She huffed. "You always blame everything I do that you don't like on hormones!" She stood up as quick as she could, one of her hands cradling her large stomach and the other pushing the back of the couch. All she did was frown at him when he tried to help her. "I'm not a hormonal whackjob, Don!" she yelled at him, waddling around the living room table and toward their bedroom. "It was a nice commercial! And maybe if you'd been paying more attention you'd know that!"
He sighed. There was no arguing with her when she got like this. "All right, you're right; I'm just an insensitive jerk!"
"Yes! You are!" She tried waddling a little faster and slammed the door behind her.
With a shake of his head, he leaned back into the couch and glared at the TV.
Ten minutes later, like clockwork, she came out of the room, crying softly and staring at him apologetically. "You're not an insensitive jerk," she murmured, sniffling. "I am!"
He stood up from the couch and gathered his weepy wife up into his arms, rubbing her back. "No, you're not, you're just pregnant..." He grinned to himself. Happy as he was that he was going to be a dad, the sooner he got his much saner and logical wife back, the better.
She relaxed into his arms, allowing a moment of peace. But he knew well that it was always the calm before the storm. Something else was bound to set her off. What would seem insignificant to him, hit her soon-to-be-mother nerves like a hammer. He led her over to the couch and helped her sit down before running his fingers through her hair soothingly, hoping this time they'd be able to enjoy a few hours before her next hormonal outbreak.
"Don?"
"Yeah?" he asked absently, massaging her neck as he watched the TV for the stats of the game he missed earlier.
"What do you think about the name Cyrus?"
It sucked... And now was where the crossroads came. If he said it sucked, would she see his point of view or would she freak out again? And if he said it was good, was he going to end up with a son named Cyrus that she regretted once she was out of her hormonal stage and forever blamed on him?
"Uh..."
Nobody told him fatherhood could be the most confusing before the baby was born.