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And baby makes three?
It's been raining all day, with no end in sight. Two more days of this deluge, they say. It's dropped the temperature significantly, too, though not enough that they need to worry about snow or ice. He has one small pile of paperwork to finish when he makes it back into the office on Monday. But for now, he's ready to go home. As long as they're not away on a case, he manages to make it home before six o'clock on most nights, something that was completely unheard of before Juliet moved in with him. There was really no reason to rush home before, so he threw himself into his work. Now, of course, he not only treasures his evenings, but his weekends as well.
As he's slipping into his coat, his phone rings. It's not a number he recognizes, so he frowns a little as he buttons up, holding the phone against his ear with his shoulder.
His grip on the phone tightens when he hears the doctor say that Juliet's been in an accident. The next half hour is a blur, as he weaves in and out of traffic, taking a few side roads that will get him there more quickly. He must look terrified, because the nurse at the desk gives him a kind, reassuring smile and tells him everything will be fine.
Nothing will be fine until he can her himself.
Before he can make it to her room, the doctor intercepts him with a gentle hand on his arm, speaking a little quietly.
"She has a mild concussion," the doctor explains, "but both her and the baby are fine otherwise. You can take her home tonight."
The doctor walks away, but David is standing there, completely still, and in shock.
Baby.
He mouths the word to himself, running a hand over his chin as he stands there, processing this. She's pregnant. With their baby. So many emotions run through him, and he can't hold onto any one of them for too long. His first priority is just to see her, so he finally moves down the hallway to her room.
"Hey, honey," he smiles softly, moving swiftly towards her on the bed. He bends down to kiss her forehead, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "How're you feeling?"
As he's slipping into his coat, his phone rings. It's not a number he recognizes, so he frowns a little as he buttons up, holding the phone against his ear with his shoulder.
His grip on the phone tightens when he hears the doctor say that Juliet's been in an accident. The next half hour is a blur, as he weaves in and out of traffic, taking a few side roads that will get him there more quickly. He must look terrified, because the nurse at the desk gives him a kind, reassuring smile and tells him everything will be fine.
Nothing will be fine until he can her himself.
Before he can make it to her room, the doctor intercepts him with a gentle hand on his arm, speaking a little quietly.
"She has a mild concussion," the doctor explains, "but both her and the baby are fine otherwise. You can take her home tonight."
The doctor walks away, but David is standing there, completely still, and in shock.
Baby.
He mouths the word to himself, running a hand over his chin as he stands there, processing this. She's pregnant. With their baby. So many emotions run through him, and he can't hold onto any one of them for too long. His first priority is just to see her, so he finally moves down the hallway to her room.
"Hey, honey," he smiles softly, moving swiftly towards her on the bed. He bends down to kiss her forehead, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "How're you feeling?"
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It's been a few months now, since she came back to Virginia with him. The 'newness' of living together has started to fade, replaced now by a feeling of...comfort, familiarity. It's such a precious thing to him, having someone to come home to now. Technically, he'd had it with his previous marriages, but from the start, things had felt wrong somehow. Time had made the flaws more apparent.
Waking up next to her, falling asleep with her curled against him every night, it just makes him feel like a damn lucky man. And he's learned enough in time not to ever take it for granted.
They've had a nice evening out: dinner, and a play, and he's holding her hand while they walk back to the car. Unfortunately, they'd needed to park far away, and this area isn't as well lit as he'd hoped it would be. He's mindful of their surroundings even as he asks, "So are you in the mood for a late night snack somewhere?"
There's an ice cream parlor not far from here, open 24 hours a day. It's cool out, but not cold enough that eating ice cream would be ridiculous.
Waking up next to her, falling asleep with her curled against him every night, it just makes him feel like a damn lucky man. And he's learned enough in time not to ever take it for granted.
They've had a nice evening out: dinner, and a play, and he's holding her hand while they walk back to the car. Unfortunately, they'd needed to park far away, and this area isn't as well lit as he'd hoped it would be. He's mindful of their surroundings even as he asks, "So are you in the mood for a late night snack somewhere?"
There's an ice cream parlor not far from here, open 24 hours a day. It's cool out, but not cold enough that eating ice cream would be ridiculous.
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