A/N: No idea if this will be a one-shot or series of non-related Waige ficlets, but these muses wanted to play while trying to get the others kicked into gear. Enjoy.
If Paige was the gambling type, she would wager in a heartbeat that the only other time she had ever been this miserable was when the team was stuck in the wildfires with the missing hikers. She had heard it said many times that being pregnant in any trimester during the summer was hell on earth, with the extra heat radiating from the baby. So far, everything had been smooth sailing but no one could predict the heat wave rolling through Los Angeles, coupled with all the air conditioning units in the garage blown out. The open windows helped some at night, but barely enough to notice. She was not looking forward to five more months of heatstroke.
She had all but given up on sleep and resisted the urge to peek at the phone on the nightstand to check the time. Not that it would do any good. Ignoring the lamp, Paige grabbed the small bottle of lavender lotion to rub into her hands and face, praying that its renowned relaxation properties would kick in soon, as she draped an arm over her eyes in an attempt to get a little more sleep, along with tossing the covers off of her. She was surprised they hadn't already been kicked to the floor hours earlier.
Paige rolled her eyes at the fact that all her fidgeting and squirming merely prompted Walter to tighten his grip on her. Under any other circumstance, she found it adorable - and Toby must never find out or none of them would hear the last of it - that a man who tensed under physical contact would be so touchy-feely in his sleep. Tonight, however, was way too hot for snuggling, with his face burrowed into the crook of her shoulder as she lay on her back staring at the ceiling. His arm draped over her ribcage possessively, with his thumb grazing the underside of her breast through her thin camisole.
She untangled her legs from his and shimmied out of his grasp toward the edge of the bed. Slipping into a pair of flats, Paige descended the stairs toward the kitchen as quietly as possible. She opened the refrigerator and leaned her forehead against the freezer door, closing her eyes with a relaxed sigh as she basked in the rush of cold air.
Paige jerked awake, unaware how long she'd been standing there, nor caring. The refrigerator was now humming loudly in protest and she was grateful that no one else in the garage had come around to investigate at such a crazy hour. Suddenly hungry,' she grabbed a slice of cold supreme pizza that she covered in aerosol whipped cream. Heading back up the stairs to bed, she thought she saw lights flickering in both of the trailers parked in the back of the garage, but told herself she was hallucinating due to being tired.
Licking her fingers clean as she opened the door to their bedroom, Paige analyzed the scene and saw that she could try to squeeze into the six inches from the edge that Walter had left for her. Instead, she went straight for his side where the sheets were still cold and he didn't acknowledge the dip in the bed as she was asleep seconds later.