Prompt:
How about, Jane and Lisbon fight over finding out the sex of baby jane? :D
"No"
"Yes"
"No!"
"Why not?" he whined. Jane loved to get his own way. Normally if people put up a fuss he could just go over their heads. Not this time. This time without his wife's agreement, he would not get his way.
She sighed and turned away from him. If they were going to have a long argument she might as well get some jobs done while they were having it "Because don't you think it's better to be surprised?" she said, switching on the tap to wash the dishes.
"No, I don't like surprises. I like surprising other people" he handed her a dishcloth.
Closing her eyes she breathed deeply, trying to control herself "Please" her voice was taught and forced, like someone was making her speak.
Jane kept pushing "Oh, come on, Teresa, you don't like surprises either"
She shrugged "This is different. I just think it would be nicer to wait"
"But -"
"I said no" she snapped at him, more forcefully than she had meant to. Her raging hormones meant that she was a lot less able to keep control over her emotions, a prospect that scared the living daylights out of her.
Manipulation and guilt-tripping had been forbidden when they became a couple, so Jane had to resort to begging instead "Please, baby"
"Patrick, get off your knees"
"Why don't you want to know?" he knew this was serious now. Something was wrong with is wife. He didn't like to see her upset.
"I told you, I want our baby's sex to be a surprise"
"No, that's not it." he shook his head adamantly, staring at the side of her face the entire time "Try again"
"I've told you to stop doing that to me"Lisbon snapped at him again. Jane's mentalist tricks had always annoyed her, but she really did not appreciate him using them on her now that they were married.
He came up behind her and pushed his arm around her waist. Turning her around to face him, he spoke "What's wrong? Teresa, talk to me" he wanted her to be honest with him. When they entered into their marriage they had promised each other no more lies. While the oath was meant for him, it also applied to her. For too long had they been withholding information from each other; lying; pretending. No more.
She wouldn't look him in the eye until he placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head up so that they were eye to eye "I just … what if it's a girl? What if she looks like Charlotte? What if you can't cope with -" once she started she couldn't stop. All her fears her, her worries and her apprehensions came tumbling out until he stopped her mid-flow.
"I'm never leaving you. Not if our baby looks like Charlotte. Not if they're unwell. Not even if they have three heads."
Lisbon laughed at that. She tried to imagine a baby Jane with three heads. If their baby was anything like its daddy then it would be enough of a handful with just one. She found herself smiling at the thought of their baby being an absolute nightmare.
He dropped his forehead onto hers and ran a hand down her now tear stained cheek "Why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?"
"I didn't want to bring up the past" she sniffed, snuggling herself into his chest.
"You listen to me. Never be afraid to talk to me. Ever. I've made peace with my demons, Teresa, I'm ready to move on with you"
Into his shirt she whispered "Okay"
"You, Teresa Lisbon, are stuck with me"
