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Chapter 9
Nick and Theresa were unable to sleep. It was probably due to the fact that it was an unfamiliar environment for both, as well as the events of recent days.
Nick was on his side, his back to Trubel, staring at the wall. They both were both too lost in their thoughts for sleep. She just lay there, breathing in and out, focused on continued staring at the wall and trying to quiet her racing thoughts.
It was strange for both to sleep in the same bed. Strange, really strange. But both were so lost in their thoughts, that it was the last thing they were thinking about.
They were Trubel and Nick and it meant absolutely nothing to sleep in a large and wide bed. They were two good friends, who've slept with friends in the same bed before... it wasn't a big deal, really, in the overall scheme of things. But it didn't change the fact that it was a strange feeling.
Although they couldn't see the other's eyes, back to back as they were, but if they could see each other—they would perhaps know the other was thinking and feeling the same thing.
Nick sighed loudly, still wide awake and staring at the off-white wall. He really didn't know if he should turn around or whether he should remain as he was.
Theresa heard Nick's sigh and turned her head to look over her shoulder. Nick was tense and obviously wide-awake. "Nick, I can go down to the living room and sleep there if it's a problem for you to share a bed with me." It was still strange. She could understand why Nick wasn't able to relax.
Nick flopped onto his back, turning his head to look her straight in the eye. "Trubel, that's not it," he finally said with another soft sigh. "I just don't know how to fall asleep here—it is unfamiliar for me to sleep here. If you have a problem with this, I would of course go down into the living room. "
They both looked stared at each other for a few moments. Trubel shook her head. "No, I'm good, no problem. No one should sleep downstairs alone. I want to sleep here with you." She paused a moment, looking away. "I would love to have you close to me—and oh god, that didn't come out right," she said, turning her heated face into the pillow with a soft groan, feeling embarrassed.
Nick looked at her and smiled. "No problem. If you like, we can stuff a pillow between us," he offered, teasing a little. "And no, actually I don't want to sleep alone, either," he admitted. He considered a moment, "I could sleep on the floor? Would that be easier?"
"No, Nick. We're two mature adults here. Why should either of us sleep on the floor?" Nick nodded his agreement and settled down into the bed. "But—" she started, chewing her lip for a moment. "Is it the unfamiliar environment or because you can't stop thinking about... things?" she asked quietly.
"Both," Nick admitted openly.
Theresa nodded. "Yeah, me too. If you'd like someone to talk to, I'm here for you. I'll try my best to listen and help if I can."
"Thank you," Nick said quietly, touched. "There's just... so much going on around in my head. But, I think, at the moment the most important thing is Kelly. I hope that I can actually get along with Adalind. Be friends."
"I think if you two work at it together, you'll be able to get your acts together and work well as a team."
"Yeah, I think so too," Nick said. "Sometimes it's just... it's all so strange when I stop to think about it. But if we both can forgive our past, I think we can, together, go forward—for Kelly."
Trubel smiled. "I think you'll be a good father for Kelly." She paused for a moment, "I can't believe it, Nick. You're a father."
Nick smiled back. Yes, he was a father, and he would give anything to make sure that his son was happy.
To be Continued?
