Figured I'd give a bit of a nicer update this week since last week I gave you guys So Dawn Goes Down Today. So here's this one – just Wylie and Vega.


Wylie opened his eyes – well, one of them, anyway. The other one had something blocking it. He raised his hand and his working eye blinked in surprise when his thumb hit bandage.

"Hey," came a gentle voice.

Wylie let his head fall to the side, but with the one eye out of commission, he couldn't see her. "Hey."

He felt her take his hand with both of hers. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm really sore," he said. "Worse than when you made me go running with you."

She laughed. "They said you can take the bandage off your eye tonight. You have a broken wrist, but it was a greenstick fracture so it won't be long before that's healed."

Wylie hadn't realized that his right arm felt stiff. Tipping his head to that side – his right eye was fine – he could see it in a brace. "You guys catch the guy?"

"Cho has him in custody. Kidnapping and attempted murder of a federal agent gets you serious time. I don't have to go back in today, though. He let me stay here. You've been asleep for a couple hours."

"They knocked me out to check my wrist?"

"No. You fell asleep. You don't remember that? Getting here?"

"Nothing after me throwing up in your car."

"That was Cho's car."

"Oh..." Wylie bit his lip. "I'm in even more trouble now."

Vega gave another little laugh. "No. No, you're okay." He felt her squeeze his hand. "Don't scare me like that again, okay?"

"You know," Wylie said lightheartedly, "figured it was my turn to see what this hospital stint is about. Turns out it's just as fun as being the one to sit in the waiting room and worry."

He heard her stand up, and she finally came into view as she looked down at him. "I was so worried about you," she said quietly. "I know I take you for granted sometimes."

"Stop it," Wylie said.

"No, really," she said, nodding slowly. "I wake up every day not even thinking of the possibility that you might not be there when I go to bed at night. I forget our anniversary, I forget your birthday, hell I'd forget my birthday if it wasn't attached, and..." she frowned. "That's not a phrase, is it?"


By the time Wylie was discharged from the hospital and they got home, he was exhausted again. Vega brought a plate of fruit into their bedroom. "Come on, this stuff's good for you."

"Sleep is good for me," he mumbled.

"Don't make me force feed you."

He opened his uncovered eye. "What, like the whole 'the plane needs somewhere to land' bit?"

"No. You're not a child, you're a stubborn husband." She grabbed his hand and put a grape into it. "Come on, you're being more stubborn than Mimi."

Wylie popped the grape into his mouth. "Satisfied?" he asked as he chewed it. "Or are you going to tell me I can't talk with my mouth full?"

"It's not that you can't," she said with a small grin. "It's that you shouldn't."

Wylie grinned, sitting up. "You're turning into such a mom."

She smiled, amused. "Yeah?"

"Little bit."

Vega cuddled up to him, resting the plate of fruit on her stomach. "Do you think I'd make a good mom?"

"You'd make a pretty sweet mom."

"Yeah? I think you'd make a really good dad."

Wylie chuckled, then fell silent. "What are you saying?"

"I'm not pregnant," she said quickly, "but you know, the doctors said I could be, in, in the future I mean. We've never talked about it but..." she shrugged. "I don't know, it might be kind of cool to have a little you and me." She waited for Wylie's answer, and was startled at his silence. "Jay?"

"I'm listening," he said quickly, "I just..."

She waited a moment before lifting her head. "You just?"

He sighed. "You've been through so much. Pregnancy isn't always this happy, glowing experience, you know. My mom had a hell of a time when she was pregnant with my brother. She was tired all the time, her back pain was almost unbearable, and she just...there's little I want more than a little you and me," he said, pulling his bandage off his eye and blinking as he tried to focus her.

"But you never brought it up because you didn't want to pressure me to go through it?"

"I mean..."

She grinned. "Look, I'm not saying let's try tonight, but...but let's talk about it sometime, okay? Maybe go back to the doctor, have them reaffirm I can handle it...let's just consider it. I see how happy Jane and Lisbon are, together, with Mimi, and..." she shrugged. "They make it seem like it's the most wonderful outcome in the world. I want that with you."

Wylie smiled. "Me too. We can talk about it. After I sleep, okay?"

She leaned over in the opposite direction from him and put the plate of fruit on the nightstand, then turned back, shifting carefully onto her side and putting her head on his chest.

Happy Wega Wednesday!