Another chapter guys! This is for Rach (CheerChickx) for being there and understanding! Love ya Rach. She just wrote the most beautiful poem so you guys should go check it out! I hope you like this one.
Chapter 4
They ended up popping into the office where Lisbon quickly grabbed the pregnancy test from her chair, apparently untouched, and chucked it in the bin as quickly as she possibly could.
When they got home, they sat down on her couch.
There was awkward silence, though Jane's arm was loosely around Lisbon's shoulder slowly she started to rest her head on his shoulder, like she was unsure of what she was doing. He squashed any uncertainties she might have had, by guiding under her chin until her head was fully rested, her face buried in his chest.
His hand found its way to her dark, curly locks grasping her hair in a fist, and fiddling with it softly, gently.
They still sat in silence.
He pressed his lips to the top of her head, the breath she'd been holding passed out through her lips in a soft sigh, and she closed her eyes.
He placed feather light kisses down the side of her face, until he reached her lips.
"Open your eyes," he whispered, his face millimeters from hers.
She obliged, her eyes fluttering open, long dark lashed framing her gorgeous green eyes and stared into his serious ocean blue ones. He kissed her gently on the lips, they were so soft on his.
"You ok?" He asked softly.
"I'm better," she mumbled in a way of an answer.
"You're tired," he said soothingly.
She managed to nod slightly, before her eyes fluttered closed again.
"Sleep," he whispered.
"I thought we were going to talk?" she let the worry come through in her voice.
"We are, I'm not going to leave, but you need to rest."
She started to protest but he interrupted, "Think about the baby Teresa, you need to take care of yourself,"
He stroked her hair, and she found herself unwillingly closing her eyes.
"I love you," she mumbled into, and he was taken slightly by surprise.
She just wished he felt the same.
Sleep was close now; she could feel herself drifting away. Slipping into blissful ignorance a break from thinking about anything, sleep, sleep would be a huge relief.
She was so close, she was on the edge, in between consciousness and sleep she could just feel Jane's fingers lightly teasing her hair, caressing her cheek and it was nice. She felt safe. It… it felt like home.
And then, in less than a breath she was gone.
Dreams of beaches, and kisses and 'I love you's danced in front of eyes, she dreamt of Jane and his gorgeous, caring eyes and irresistible blond curls. She dreamt of running them through her fingers, she dreamt of an angel faced baby girl with her father's blond curls and blue eyes. But suddenly, unexpectedly her happy, carefree dreams took a turn. She saw the angel faced baby girl, smile gone, color drained from her gorgeous cheeks, red spattered everywhere. An angry, heart wrenching smiley face stained the wall. She turned and heard a laugh, a man in front of her holding a knife dripping with the blood of her baby girl. She was crying and the man approached, she screamed and woke up in a cold sweat still in Jane's arms.
She was shaking with fear and was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
"Hey, hey," Jane said, apparently her scream had woke him up, he wrapped his arms around her, and she quietly cried into his shoulder.
"Shush," he rubbing circles on her back slowly, reassuring her. "What's wrong?" he asked concerned.
"Nightmare," she choked out.
He continued with the circles on her back, trying to still her slight shaking body.
"It's ok sweetheart,"
"Don't call me that," she managed to get out. He smiled, that was a good sign.
"Sorry sweetheart,"
"Jane!"
"Sorry, Teresa. What happened?" He was worried about what would make her so upset, she screamed. He'd never heard her scream.
"I just, I just had a nightmare," she said burying her head more in his shoulder.
She couldn't tell him, he would worry and it… she just couldn't.
"About what?"
"I don't remember," she sniffed. He was looking at her now, damnit, he could tell when she lied.
"Why are you lying?"
"Maybe because I don't want to tell you,"
"And why don't you want me to know?" He asked softly, trying to read her face, her eyes anything that might give him a clue.
"Just leave it alone Jane."
"Come on Teresa, you know I can't do that."
"Please," she was practically begging.
"Was it about the pregnancy?" He searched her face again.
She didn't say anything.
"Me?"
Again, nothing.
"The baby? Come on, talk to me." He kissed her softly on the lips.
"I can't." She whispered, tears sliding down her face. He wiped the tears away with his thumb.
"What is upsetting you so much that you can't even tell me about i-" Apparently something had dawned on him, "It's not that you don't want to tell me, it's that you don't want to upset me, isn't it?"
"Why do you have to do that?" She asked, clearly upset.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you." He said quietly, kissing her forehead.
"It was, it was just about our baby." She started in barely a whisper, "And I, I saw her… there was a face on a wall."
His blood ran cold at her words, and he pulled her tight to him, she was still shaking. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I knew I shouldn't have told you, I'm sorry. This isn't your fault."
"You listen to me Teresa, I am not going to let that happen to you, I would never…" his voice trailed off he just held her tighter, and a tear slid down his face.
"I will do whatever it takes to make you feel safe, to keep you safe." His voice was shakey, and they were both crying. "I won't lose you, or our child. I can't ever lose you." He whispered.
"I feel safe right now," she whispered, mentally adding 'with your arms around me'.
He choked out a laugh, "I guess we'd better stay like this then,"
She almost smiled.
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