Disclaimer: Look at me? Would I write fanfictions if it would be mine? (means no. xxx)
„You cannot continue running away." It wasn't a question. "This here, us, this is about responsibility. Either you want it or you don't." It was a fact. "We do not have time." A statement.
"Look, Teresa, I know..."
"No you don't!" It made her angry that her voice sounded so teary.
"Let me finish." He gave her a hard glare. "I need the time to figure things out, for us. I need to figure out what I want, what you and I need to have a future. I want to make a plan, I want to prepare myself."
Lisbon moaned, looking down. "No." Shaking her head she continued. "You don't get to make plans."
"Ah? And that's why?"
She slowly brushed a curl behind her ear, her fingers were trembling. "Because they're already made!"
There was a long silence between them. Finally Jane took a step forward and took her chin in his hand forcing her to look at him. "What do you mean?"
When she found his deep blue eyes after another uncomfortable stillness she knew that he knew.
"You don't get to prepare yourself, our future just happens, now. Right now Jane. I'm pregnant."
What would he do now?
A/N: Never said it would make sense, just continue on your own guys. I don't know where this came from, maybe because I secretly wish Lisbon would just blurt out that she's pregnant.
-A x
