AN: Here is chapter three!
Sands woke up with Sarah every morning after that. The fucking CIA fired him, because he was no use to them with no eyes but they didn't say that...exactly.
Sarah had tried to help Sands in anyway she could. She knew it was hard for him to walk. She tried getting him a walking stick but he wouldn't use it he just wouldn't. Stubborn Jackass.
Sarah tended to his wounds. And for that Sands was thankful.
"Sarah, you going to go to the store or what?" Sands asked.
"I am. What do you want?"
Sands gave her a list of food and drinks that he wanted. Sarah left the house and came back with bags of groceries. She placed them on the counter and unpacked them.
"I have to go to the bathroom and when I get out I'll cook dinner" she said and ran off towards the bathroom.
Sarah came out of the bathroom awhile later.
"Well I suck at cooking. So I bought a frozen pizza" she said smiling.
"Sounds good."
"And beer."
"Did I tell you how much I love you?"
Sarah laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Refresh my memory."
"I'd be glad to" he said.
He kissed her, tracing his tongue under her bottom lip. She let him enter opening her mouth just a little to let his tongue slip through. His tongue licked and sucked her tongue. She pulled back.
"I should put that pizza in the oven now" she said walking over to the counter.
They ate in the living room listening to music. Sands drank the rest of his beer and was getting up to go to the kitchen.
"You want another?"
"No I'm fine" she said. "I shouldn't drink too much."
"Okay sure" he said.
He left finding his way to the kitchen. "You want another slice of pizza?"
"Nah" she said.
'How do I tell him?' she thought. 'Just straight out. That's the best way.'
Sands came back with a smirk on his face and a beer in his hand. She smiled at him.
Sarah moved closer to Sands. "I have to tell you something really important."
"What?" he asked.
"Sheldon" she said.
She only said his first name if she was mad or it was serious or just plain old mocking...and somehow he doubted it was mocking or mad.
"I am carrying your baby."