"Hold Still"

Rated K

"Delphine! Delphine, please—

"If you tell me one more time to calm down, Cosima, so help me," the blonde fussed, her French accent more prominent in her frustration.

"Delphine," Cosima started, her voice softer this time. "It's just a finger stick. As a doctor, you know how important it is to follow these rules exactly."

Cosima shifted her focus from the slim finger she held in her own gloved hand. "Just one stick, and it will be over. Can you please hold still for me?" Cosima asked gently, absently stroking Delphine's upturned palm with her thumb.

Shutting her eyes and exhaling slowly, Delphine gave a subtle nod. Cosima gave her a small grin and quickly wiped her fingertip with an antiseptic before sticking her ring finger with the needle.

"See?" Cosima said, poking her tongue through her teeth. "Not bad at all." Cosima collected the blood with a glucometer strip and watched the machine as it displayed Delphine's blood sugar level.

"Nice!" Cosima exclaimed, holding her hand up for a high five before noting Delphine's flat expression. "Oh…right…"

Cosima quickly finished the job by wiping the excess blood from Delphine's finger and placing an adhesive bandage over the wound. "All done," she whispered, popping off the medical gloves she wore and bringing Delphine's fingertips to her lips.

"Désolé, ma chérie," Delphine spoke softly. "I know I have been difficult these last few weeks," she apologized, caressing Cosima's cheek with her fingertips.

"No way, babe! You've taken it like a champ!" Cosima praised her, unconsciously leaning her cheek into Delphine's touch. "And just think that in just one more week you will be back to eating whatever you want, whenever you want," Cosima started. "And no more pricking my fingers with needles," Delphine added bitterly.

"Allllllllll because," Cosima added happily, stepping closer to Delphine and resting her hands atop her wife's protruding belly. "We get to trade in your gestational diabetes for a beautiful, chunky, squishy baby girl," Cosima spoke, her eyes never leaving Delphine's belly.

"Baby girl?" Delphine asked, a smirk on her face. "What makes you so sure, chérie?" she teased, placing her fingertips over Cosima's and guiding them to the left side where the baby's kicks could be felt. A grin stretched across her own face to mirror Cosima's when she felt the baby's foot push against her fingertips.

"I just feel it," Cosima answered, shifting her gaze to Delphine's face once more. Delphine smiled and leaned in to kiss Cosima, stopping just short of her lips.

"That is a very…scientific hypothesis, chérie," she teased, feeling Cosima's exhale of laughter against her lips before finally pressing them to her own. Once their lips parted, Cosima let her hands slide from Delphine's belly around to the small of her back.

"Let's just be thankful that I'm the one that had a life-threatening disease and not you," Cosima started, a mischievous glint in her eye. "If this is the way you act over a finger stick, I can't even begin to imagine how you would react to all the finger sticks, injections, and IV's that I had to endure!"

Delphine groaned and hung her head in embarrassment, a pretty pink blush touching her cheeks as Cosima giggled and pulled her closer.

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