Author's notes: This is a two-parter (two songs- one plot).
More Beatles!!!
This part originally came first, but I thought it made more sense that Listen to Your Heart came first.
10. Baby's in Black, The Beatles
"I'm really glad you're okay, Spinelli," she whispered in his ear.
This was as close as they'd been since he'd been admitted to GH. She still had to be careful of all of the tubes and wires around him, but she found that it was comforting to sit in the bed with him, cuddling with him, even as weak as he was right now. That might have been because her back hurt, but it was emotionally comforting as well.
He smilled. He'd been quieter lately, and she wasn't sure if it was because his throat hurt or because something was bothering him.
"I was really worried about you, you know," she continued, playing with his hair, being careful not to bump any of the bruises spidered over his pale face.
"Good," he smirked, finally learning to accept that the he was the temporary owner of that slightly raspy voice.
She frowned. "I should hit you, you know."
He laughed, sounding the healthiest and uninjured she'd heard him in the two days since the accident. Stupid drunk driver. She didn't think she'd ever look at that fruity martini she liked the same way again. Well, she wouldn't be looking at it for a while now, anyway. The joys of being pregnant.
"No, really, Maximista. The Jackal will only start to be worried himself when his Maximista ceases to fret over his state of well being."
She let herself smile. "Hey. Black washes me out. And, as you know," she said, enjoying watching him blush, "all of my little black dresses are too sexy for mourning clothes, and they don't really work as pregnancy clothes." Her face turned serious. "Besides, I'm too young to be a widow."