From One-shot,. the story has been promoted to multi-chapter, although I'm not quite sure how many more you'll have; Many of you asked for a sequel, and so, I thought about giving a bit more of space to Annie and the marvelous Jisbon romace we're still waiting to see in "reality"...
As always, thanks to everyone who, with reviews, or putting me and the story on alert or on fav, gave me resons to go on with this story.
Oh, yes, the damn disclaimer: seriosuly, do we really have to do it? Because, Jeez, if I'd own them, I'd not be here writing it, I'd be the writeer of a TV Shows and, well, we'd have the LIsbon romance for real...
meanwhile, I just "write, draw, create, dream, hope and believe in Bruno, waiting for him to be blessed bu the light of reason..." (No, this discalimer isn't mine, it belongs to one fo the girls who wite Mentalist fiction on the italian site efpfiction, but don't tell me many of you don't share this vision...)
All her coworkers knew how she looked like when pregnant, she knew it. She knew she was different when pregnant, and the mere thought of them spotting her little "dirty" secret before she (they, damn, they! It's their little secret!) Before she could tell herself… it's not a scary thought, but she really preferred to do it herself, that's all. That, if Patrick didn't run in the bullpen screaming "I'm going to be a dad again!" as soon as he entered in the building… (Yes, she could definitely see him doing so; when exited, his behavior's like the one of five years olds, but it's not like you didn't know it when you started dating him…)
"Even if I'm excited about us having a daughter and getting married again, I'm not going to scream at everyone that you are pregnant."
Patrick slept on his side of the bed, on his stomach, almost cuddled to her, while Teresa, thanks to her pregnancy insomnia (only God knew why all the women could get more sleep while pregnant while she could suffer of insomnia for the first months) was sitting, reading Twilight (because, apparently, pregnancy hormones didn't just made her cry, but forced her to read those kinds of things- and to be team Carlyle.)
"I wasn't thinking about that- she tried to defend herself. That's something she hated, when he went on playing mind games on her (a husband should never try to read his wife's mind. Wasn't it written somewhere in the Constitution?)- I was thinking about… I was thinking about Twilight!" tried to smile, one of those forced smiles he knew too well, and, even half asleep he could, and can, recognize, she practically thrown at his the cover of the book.
"Tess, the fact that I'm sleeping means that I'm happy. You know – he paused, trying to remain awake- you know that I've never really stopped to sleep just few hours…."
"How do you think that he'll react?" Oh, Lord. She was panicking; he could almost hear the sobs… 5 seconds to tears. As much as lovely she used to be in this state when she was having Lucas, if she was going to be this way with Julie right from the beginning, he wasn't that sure that he could go on with the dream of the soccer team.
"WE know many "he", Tess. Care to explain?" Ok, no need to keep sleeping, right? Not until his wife kept sobbing and/or shouting at him. The best move could be sitting at her side to try to calm her down, and if talking didn't work… well, seduction always made a number on her when Lucas was coming, and she calmed down in no time. Well, it wasn't big deal. What woman could resist him? No woman, that was the answer, there was no reason to believe that his magic couldn't work on her, after all, they always had….
"OUR SON, YOU IDIOT! HOW THE HELL DID I EVEN THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE GOING TO CHANGE FOR ME? YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A JERK, SUCH A PRANKSTER, AND… DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING? I WAS THINKING THAT ANNIE WAS FIVE WHEN YOU MET HER, AND, MENTALLY, YOU WERE AS WELL, BUT AT LEAST NOW SHE HAS GROWN UP, WHILE YOU ARE STILL THE SAME!"
"If he'll be as happy as I am, he'll the happiest kid alive" he said, massaging his ears, after was gone to take a hot chocolate with marshmallows in the middle of night.
10 minutes later, she was back in the room, holding him a cup of his favorite tea like she had done so many times even before they dated (yeah, weird, she knew, but she had always knew how he liked his tea. She knew how he liked many things, not only beverage and food… well, with the exception of herself, because she didn't know he liked her, she really knew a lot about the blonde angel… or was it demon? Sometimes or was hard to say…)
"What with the malicious grin, Tess?" he said her, looking into her emerald eyes while smelling the fragrance of his favorite tea. (Didn't she really know he saw her as the human incarnation of perfection?)
"I didn't have a malicious grin!" she replied scandalized (sure, like she could actually be scandalized….)
"I'd say that you were thinking about me…" he started with his usual mentalist tone, the one he usually used when he was bothering people who, she knew, would sign papers against him.
"Let me think about it… I'm married with, in bed with you, you are the father of my children, I work with you and I have to pay attention to you every damn day of my existence at work… I'd say that you don't need to be the mentalist you are to know that"
"Well, I was going to say that you were thinking about me and all the marvelous things I do to your body when we are in bed… and not only." He said her while starting to kiss his way from her earlobe to her lips.
Ah, payback was really biting her! She may have only spitted her chocolate, but the thing she did to him (but mostly to his anatomy) were simply torture, sweet, but still a torture, and that's the least he could do to her, right?
"You wonna wear my kiss all over your body, once you try it on, you can't live without it. You wonna wear my kiss all over your lips, I promise you this, you wonna wear my kiss…" he sing-sang between kisses, making his way under the covers, making her giggle and laugh under her breath.
"Sugarbabes, Patrick, I'm impressed… - she giggled as he reached her bellybutton, uncovering it from her pajama shirt (well, his pajama shirt, to be more precise. Another weird thing about the two of them was how they complimented each other even in sleepwear. He wore only the button, she wore only the top. Wasn't that a scene from some movie?)- Seriously, Patrick, don't you think we are exaggerating? I mean, Abby will call tomorrow to tell us the results of the blood test, so, maybe, we shouldn't warp our heads so early, maybe we should just wait and…"
He stopped her dedicating again attention to her lips, a hard, wet kiss on the mouth, silencing her.
"You know – he said with that smile of him, the one that sent her knees into jelly – if after my ministrations you can still talk, it means I'm losing my touch, I mean, you shouldn't be able to formulate coherent thoughts, not after…" dipping her fingers in his blond curls, Teresa reserved the same treatment to her husband: she silenced him with her mouth- and that was only the beginning.
"Tess, do you mind some role-play? Because I really feel like playing the last scene of The Ugly Truth…"
The following morning, weirdest thing of ever, Teresa couldn't eat; while Patrick was making himself an healthy breakfast (trying to eat something else was pointless: they had to be ready for when, once discovered of the pregnancy, Grace would show up every day at their doorstep with healthy food for… well, last time she prepared it for 3, this time, he guessed, she was going to do 4 portions each day…) all she could do was sitting at the kitchen table, tipping with her red nails against the wooden surface, and looking at the cordless like it was some kind of magical or cursed object (or a dog ready to bite her).
"Do you know what they say about teapots and looking them while waiting for them to boil?"
She looked at him without patient, thinking that, for once, his sarcasm wasn't exactly of help "I know that it will not ring just because I want it to! If it was, I'd point at it, and say, I don't know, abracadabra, let's ring! - As she pointed the index to the object, she screamed, as it… started to ring – Ah! Oh lord, Patrick, do something, there are the poltergeists!"
Without replying to his wife (not that he minded how she had jumped on him while screaming, and it was quite hot as well, but, well, couldn't she be serious for a moment?) he took the phone, and, rolling his eyes at the almost in tears woman, answered placidly.
"Here it's the Lisbon-Jane home speaking, how can we help you? - He smiled, as he listened to the voice at the other end of the line – Abby, it's good to see hear from you again! No, we were still at home… well, I didn't even want to call you. I mean, she was so emotional that only hormone… no, no, ok, I'll tell her, yes, sure. Ok, ok – he closed the call, and looked at Teresa, who was (again) on the verge of tears. Why the hell was he always so calm? – Tess, honey, I need you to be calm… I know it will be hard, but, we will go through it and…"
"I'm not pregnant, I knew it! it is not right, I wanted to give you a daughter, and I wanted to have almost no distance between the kids, and I'm so sorry and…"
"According to what you told her, you should be in your second month by now" he said stopping her; again, he was doing the good and calm cop, while Teresa… well, Teresa was the cop on the verge of a nervous breakdown: that was all.
"I'm really pregnant? – She jumped in his arms again, her arms around his neck, his ones around her waist, spinning in circles like they were dancing in the air– Patrick, we're going to have a baby! Patrick, we're going to have a baby, we'll have a wonderful baby and I want you to… - she paused for a moment, starting to cry again – I want you to get the camera now!"
"The camera?" he stopped the dance, looking at her in the eyes; Teresa was crying, the good kind of tears, though, and, as soon s he turned to look in the direction her eyes were looking at, he saw it.
Leaning against a chair near the sofa where he was sitting playing with his teddies, embracing the piece of furniture, Lucas was standing, falling every time he tried, but never letting it go; Patrick just took the camera in time to collect the precious moment, that the laughing and smiling 9 months old started to walk in direction of his parents, both in the kitchen, both on their knees, waiting at open arms for him to join them.
As he embraced the baby, happy as almost never before, Teresa smiled. It was clear he was happy. It was clear he was a great dad. It was clear she wanted to give him the daughter he wanted so much. It was clear she wasn't regretting a single moment spent with this man. And she wasn't thinking about the time he had kissed her in his office after having predicted their wedding, she was thinking about the time she had first set her eyes on him, the first time he had put foot in her office, not that she was going to admit to him that she had fell for him the second they met… he was already too full of himself without knowing that he had seen right even that time… Now, they could wrap their heads, and start thinking about how they were going to tell everyone that she was AGAIN pregnant, after less than one year…
I'll say it again because I loved teh damn sentence just too much: we all write, draw, create, dream, hope and believe in Bruno, waiting for him to be blessed bu the light of reason... (P.S - References: The sugarbabes song is "wear my kiss" - i song I like a bit to sing whrn I'm under the shower, while the scene, she wearing the top of the pajama, him wearing the button, isn't exactly froma movie; In THE HOLIDAY , When Kate Winslet talks with the old man who used to write movies who happens to live next door, he tells her that a magical movie moment that would work would be "a man and a woman are in a shop. he is looking for some pajama pants. she is looking for some pajama shirts. they find themselves in front of the exposition, taking the same item, they look into each other's eyes, and the magic is there" - obviously, this is not the phrase, but just how i remember it, it's been a while since I last saw the movie...)
