Holly walked into Gail's room with her usual adorable waddle, holding two styrofoam cups from a restaurant she had never seen before, and wearing a smile that took Gail's breath each time the brunette wore it.

"Hey sweetie," she greeted in a voice Gail had come to realize was only for her and the baby. It was gentle, and warm, and held nothing but love and adoration. "I'm glad you're up."

"Oh yeah? And why is that Doctor Stewart?" Gail questioned as she tried to sit up and make room on her bed for the brunette.

After that first evening, two weeks ago, Gail had made Holly sit in the bed with her as much as possible. She claimed it was for the well being of Holly's swollen ankles, and that hospital chairs sucked in general let alone being pregnant and achy, plus she tended to fall asleep often and that wasn't safe -so obviously she had no choice and needed to sit in the bed with Gail. And while those excuses were true, they were still just excuses, ways to get away with cuddling and caring for Holly. A cloak to hide behind craving to be close to her.

Holly didn't hesitate in taking her place on the bed next to the blonde. Carefully wiggling into place while holding the take out cups into the air as to not spill. "Aside from that smile, and snark filled come backs, because I get to tell you that you're being released when you pass next rounds. Which I am one hundred percent confident you will."

"One hundred percent confident? That's a lot of faith, Doctor." Gail teased.

Holly passed Gail one of the cups with an amused smirk, holding her own on her baby bump, straw hanging from her mouth.

"I brought you a smoothie. It was a new restaurant when you left, we went a few times and you had declared it your new favourite. . .Anyway I was there for a smoothie and thought I'd get you your favourite." She said with a hint of shyness. The same uncertainty she held every time she brought up any stories or details of them, whether it be about favourite foods, habits, funny memories, or comfort tactics.

Gail looked at the light -puke- green substance in the cold cup handed to her, then glanced at the woman in bewilderment. "How the hell did you ever get me to drink something that looks like baby vomit?"

"It was considered one of those things you just do, like when you did one of your disgusting cleanses and I had to try the vile concoction."

Gail nodded knowingly, she could see that happening, and then smiled uncontrollably when the story hit her. Holly drank the disgusting cleanse. For her.

"What?" Holly asked around her straw, a dark red, almost purple rushing down the clear straw.

"Nothing." Gail shrugged it off and changed the subject. "So when are we getting out of this place?"

"We should be out before dinner, so where ever and whatever you want, that's what we'll do." Holly smiled, and this one was different from any she'd seen yet. This one had attributes to her welcoming, full of love smile, but it also had something akin to relief and -again- uncertainty. As if they were on a first date and she was scared she was assuming something that could break the evening. And Gail found it adorable how nervous the brunette still was around her.

"I want to go home and make whatever you-we have, I really don't care what it is. I can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal, and not just because of the whole amnesia thing."

Holly giggled and shook her head. "I haven't been shopping in a week, I've been going with Traci and she was only free on Sunday after my appointment, so I'm not sure what I have."

"I don't care. It could be a bowl of cereal and I'd be good."

"As you wish, my Grumpy Kitten." Holly replied adoringly with bop to Gail's nose. "Now drink your smoothie before it gets warm and gross."

"As if it wasn't already gross." She sniggered, trailing off into incoherent mumbling.

It wasn't a long wait for Dr. O'Connally to examine Gail and sent her out on the promise that she come back for check ups, and take her meds when needed. Gail pretended not to hear the second part, she really hated being on pain meds, they always left her loopy and out of control. But Holly listened, of course she did, Holly listened to everything relating to her. She was a wonderful person like that.

Gail was excited. She was going to be spending more than just a glimpse of a day with Holly, she would be spending the majority of her days with Holly. She would be able to repay the favours and care for the brunette. And then there was all of the regular stuff that came with busting out of a hospital after spending the better part of two months in one of their beds.

And with it also came the feeling finding life again. Because it was weird being out of a bed for more than a few laps around the hospital floor, a bath room break, a ten minute shower. And seeing Holly outside of the hospital, out of the harsh, unflattering lights and in the pink glow of a sunset, was a sight she could really get used to.

Gail spent the entire drive home -which was a place she had no idea where it was or what it looked like. And that was another weird thing- watching the brunette. Watching the way her eyes danced as she glanced at her surroundings, watching the tiny furrow of her brow when she got lost in concentration, watching her body soften when she glanced Gail's way. She watched as Holly's hand migrated to the centre console and froze just before it reached out to touch Gail's thigh, putting thought into the seemingly thoughtless act. Gail had wanted to grab the hand, intertwine her fingers with the tan delicate ones that twitched to touch her, she wanted to hold Holly's hand and reassure it of its home with hers.

But she didn't.

Holly stopped for a reason, right? She could have offered her hand for Gail to take, but she didn't. Instead she brought it to her face to push up her adorably sexy glasses, in an equally adorable and awkward way, and placed it back on the stirring wheel where it would stay the rest of the drive.

"Holly," Gail used the voice of a reprimanding parent. "You are not sleeping on the couch. You've already been spending way to much time with me at the hospital, in stupid chairs and uncomfortable beds. You are sleeping in your bed and that's final."

Holly pouted from her seat on the make shift bed, arms crossed and lying on top of her protruding baby bump.

Gail was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when the brunette had made up the couch, and apparently begun to attempt to get comfortable in. She wasn't having any of it. She was hardly going to let Holly make the bed. Gail didn't want her to have to do anything.

"Now stop being an idiot and get to bed." Gail held a hand out to help her wife get off the couch. "You've got a busy day tomorrow, lots of nerding and doctoring, and you can't do that when you're exhausted."

Holly took the proffered hand and lifted off the couch, sighing heavily at the blondes insistence. A few nights on the couch wouldn't kill her... Maybe a little, nothing she couldn't handle. "Fine. Have it your way."

Holly started padding down the hall, and was at the bedroom door when she noticed the gentle foot falls behind her. The familiar, cat-like, steps she hadn't heard in seven months. The sound that promised safety, and warmth, her wife, in the middle of the night after a shift. The sound of early mornings and sleep soft hugs from behind.

"Did you forget something?" Holly murmured quietly.

"Yeah." Gail stopped just short of touching Holly, hovering close enough they could feel each other's body heat. "I forgot how much I hate sleeping on couches, even if it's comfier than the beds at the hospital, and that we're y'know.. So I was wondering if I could sleep in the bed with you?"

Holly flashed back to the first time Gail had asked if they could sleep in the same bed, back before they were together. The blonde had had a nightmare one night while staying at her place, one of Perick and that basement, and in a cold sweat she wondered into Holly's room. Her voice was so small, so scared and childlike, it broke Holly's heart.

She opened the door without a word, leaving it open for the cop, and went straight to her side of the bed. She hadn't slept on Gail's side, not on purpose. Sure she'd wake up in the middle of the night clutching to her wife's pillows and curling around them as if that would bring her back.

Gail hesitated in the door jamb, taking in the room she had yet to see, and quickly piecing together her little imprints on the space. What looked to be her half of the open, messy, closet, a police uniform hung neatly. The Star Wars blanket she got as a birthday present in college from her brother laid on the back of a chair, a batman lamp on what looked to be her side of the bed, her grandmother's dresser on the far wall. It was surreal to say the least. This was her house, this is where she lived, with her wife, and soon her child. This, coming home after a long day and eating dinner together while watching Netflix, then crawling into bed and whispering goodnight before drifting of to sleep with the sound of another breath, was her life. This was what her stupid brain decided was okay to lose.

"Are you coming to bed or are you going just stand there all night?" Holly brought her back to reality.

Gail smiled and walked into the threshold of their bedroom. It smelled like home, how she knew that she would never understand, but it did. She slipped under the sheets and settled into a comfortable position, one she could watch over Holly from, and sighed contently. The day had been long and eventful, and tomorrow would only be just as exhausting.

"Holly?" She whispered, unsure if the brunette was already asleep or not.

"Yes, Gail?" Holly's voice was heavy, sleep evidently taking over.

"Can I take you to your appointment?"

There was a long beat before the hushed reply came. "If you want to, but it's early."

Gail closed her eyes, ready for sleep to take hold of her, but she was all too aware of the woman facing her. All too aware of the tingling breath against her hand, of how badly she wanted to be closer, needed to be closer. So in an effort to quell the raging need she took a chance and reached into the dark. It only took a second of ghosting around before she found what she was looking for, and when she did she intertwined their fingers and brought their clasped hands to her chest.

"Goodnight Holly."

"Goodnight Gail." She could hear the smile on Holly's face, could almost make it out in the dim light of the moon.

Gail was pulled from one of the best sleeps she'd ever known, by a hushed curse, a whispered profanity of pain.

She opened her eyes slowly, ready for the harsh rays of morning light, and was surprised when they opened and the room was as dim as when she went to sleep. The room was not shrouded in the white light of morning, it was a warm ember, the daylight set in a pause. Holly must have closed the curtains at some point, she thought.

Her eyes focused on Holly, slightly bent over at the end of the bed.

"The baby can hear you, you know."

Holly's head snapped up at the sudden sound of Gail's groggy filled voice, and they locked eyes. "I'm sorry I woke you, I was trying to be quiet but I stubbed my toe on the bed post. God does it hurt."

Gail flung off the deliciously, sleep warm blanket and slid off the bed. "Sit and let me look at it."

Holly obeyed as Gail rounded the bed.

Gail gently held Holly's ankle as she examined her foot, nodding to herself like all good doctors do. Then she stood, a grim look on her face as she stared down at the brunette.

"We're gonna have to amputate." She stated seriously, her face stone.

Holly broke out into a bright smile as she laughed and got on her feet, inches away from Gail. "Thank you Doctor, but I think I'll live."

Gail held her hands up in surrender, an amused smirk now playing at her lips. She caught Holly's eyes flicking between her eyes and lips and the thought of it, of Holly leaning in and placing her lips on her own, brought a craving.

She swallowed it down, it wasn't fair to the brunette. Holly wanted her wife, she wanted the familiarity, knowing actions, not the woman she was looking at now. The Gail standing in front of her wasn't what she was craving, she was craving wife Gail. It wouldn't be fair to give into her own wanting. So she broke the moment by reminding them both that she wasn't wife Gail.

"Which side of the dresser is mine?" Gail asked, taking a step back and heading for the dresser.

Holly blinked. "Um. It's, the uh, the left side."

After that, they spent the morning in a harmony Gail didn't know could exist.

It started when she wondered into the kitchen, set out for caffeine she wasn't really expecting to find -you couldn't drink the stuff when pregnant right?- she was delightfully surprised when she found a cup freshly made sitting on the counter, and a bowl of her favourite cereal waiting for milk to be added. Then when she joined Holly on the couch, planning on catching up on all of the movies she's missed, and ended up mindlessly rubbing Holly's swollen feet. It was easy to be with Holly, she was comfortable and safe, they didn't need to talk.

And the days continued with the same easiness. Holly would do little things for her, make her coffee, put her towel in the dryer while she was in the shower so it was warm when she got out, get her water so she stayed hydrated, plugged her phone in at night, and many other small things. It made Gail feel more loved than any words ever could. And Gail would care for Holly. She would tell Holly to sit and let her do it as often as possible, whether it be cleaning or cooking, tying her shoes or reaching for the remote. She'd even gone on a few late night runs to the grocery store for pregnancy cravings.

Nights had gotten easier too, no longer uncertain and questioning like the first had been. Gail got into the habit of placing a hand over Holly's baby bump and saying goodnight, before intertwining her fingers with Holly's and wishing her sweet dreams.

They worked seamlessly together, balanced each other out.