Gina left Jack alone for a few hours, sure he was sleeping. She wanted to go in and comfort him but it was hard, knowing so little about the pain which was soaring through him. Right now the best thing was for him to rest, she decided, as she picked up her knitting needles and got back to work on her most recent project for the ever-growing baby inside of her.
Jack was thankful for Gina's understanding, it was nice to know he didn't have to hide his feelings from her, even if couldn't truthfully tell her the details which had led to this pain. After a couple of hours he woke from a deep sleep to which he couldn't return, thoughts of Audrey filtering through his mind.
He was thankful for being left alone earlier, but now he felt lonely and craved the contact Gina provided. Stepping out of his jeans but leaving his shirt and boxers on, Jack stood at the top of the stairs and called out to her. He herd the sound of the television dim as she scrambled to her feet, a task which now took a considerable amount of effort.
"I'm coming, go back o bed hun, I'll be right there," she sighed as she made her second attempt to get up from the deep cushioned chair.
"'Kay," he mumbled as he staggered back into the bedroom and slipped beneath the covers. He lay still, staring up at the ceiling reminding himself that he needed to replace the coving before they decorated the room.
Gina cleared her throat as she entered the room, one hand hiding something behind her back. "Hey," she said softly as she climbed onto the bed making space for herself and the bump.
"Thanks," he said. She smiled and said nothing about his comment, she knew what he was thanking her for.
"What are you thinking about," she asked, running a hand over his hot forehead as she watched him stare up at the walls.
Jack smirked for a moment, and let out a snort but no laughter followed. "DIY," he said, and Gina laughed lightly.
"I brought somebody to see you," she said, giggling a little, wondering if it was okay to laugh in front of him when he was clearly upset.
"What?" He asked as he lifted himself up from the pillows slightly. The confusion changed to a soft smile as she handed him to teddy bear she had knitted and then stuffed with Jacks own socks. "This is Benny," she said, smiling softly. Jack took the teddy from her and smiled, "he's cute."
"Yeah well, I had a knitted teddy bear when I was a kid and I took it everywhere."
Jack smiled again but said nothing more, his thoughts drifting away again.
"Gina," he said softly as a new thought swam through his mind, "have you ever wanted to turn back time?"
She looked down at the teddy bear as she thought about the question, and then her own answer. "At times, yes, so I could do things differently. But only if I knew I'd still end up here with you," she said, snuggling up to him.
"What about you?" She asked, wondering if he had even herd her as he absently twirled a curl of her hair between his fingers.
"At times I wished I could. But I don't think about it much anymore, I mean… if I could, I would have jumped at the chance to make things right, but now I'm not so sure…" He said, breathing deeply, he was sleepy again.
"You're not sure," she said, gently prodding him, hoping to make him smile.
He smiled but said nothing else, there was nothing else to say. Would he turn back time if he could - lose Gina and their baby to bring back his wife and his baby? It was a question that was too hard to answer so he pushed it away as Audrey came back into his vision.
"This person who died," he said slowly, careful of saying too much, "she was very important to me at one time."
Gina understood the implications behind his statement but said nothing, she just listened. "I just wonder that if things had ended differently between us, would things have gone differently for her?"
Would she be living a happy life with Paul, or would they both me be dead? Jack made a mental note to ask of the cause of death when they next spoke, the not knowing was killing him, anything could have happened…
"How did things end?" Gina asked, seeing the upset this caused him.
"Badly," he whispered, looking down at his hands. He couldn't bear to meat his lovers eyes.