Holiday fic #12
Title: And Baby Makes...
Author: badboy_fangirl
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairings: Lincoln/Jane
Word Count: 455
Rating | Warnings: PG-13 | PURE FLUFF
Prompt Giver | Prompt: happywriter06 | And Baby Makes...
Author's notes: Okay, so I haven't written these characters since 2009...so I had to go back and re-read old fic to get into it, and as fate would have it, in this Series of fics at the end Lincoln and Jane got married, and were planning to have a child. [Yes, I used to write baby!fic like crazy before my fandom of choice was made up of men who can't procreate!] At any rate, I hope this feels like them, Simone. I will always have a soft spot for them.
He paces just outside the bathroom door because she wouldn't let him be in it with her.
(He had no problem with watching her pee on a stick, but she thought it was gross. Because she can kick his ass, when she told him to leave the room he did.)
It's been at least three minutes when he pounds on the door. "What does it say?" he demands through the wood.
"It's not ready yet!" she shouts back, but her tone sounds more like, Shut the fuck up.
(He just can't do that.)
He does knock more softly the second time. "Can't I come in now, at least?" he asks, trying to sound meek.
There is a long pause--too long, because just as he's about to pound on the door again, it opens and she stands there, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, her face make-up free. She looks younger than LJ sometimes, and he has to pinch himself to remember she used to kill people for a living, and that she was quite good at it.
Her lips quiver into a little smile and suddenly his gaze isn't focused on her eyes anymore, but the little pregnancy test in her hand. She's holding it in front of her nose, which corresponds to slightly below his chin. He shifts his eyes to it and sees the small pink plus sign that has formed in the response space.
"It's positive," he states. He looks at the smile on her face and the joy beaming out of her eyes, and repeats, "It's positive?" because he needs her to say something, not just grin like an idiot.
(He figures that's his job.)
"It's positive, Mr. Burrows," she says, and then she bounces on the balls of her feet slightly. "It only took six months of arduous work on your part to make it happen."
(This is not their first pregnancy test. It is their first positive one.)
He grabs the test and tosses it on the sink counter behind his wife. Then he sweeps her into his arms, smacks his mouth over hers, and declares, "I'd do it all over again, for you, baby."
"Yeah, like constantly having sex was a real hardship," she grouses, as though she hadn't been as eagerly involved.
Lincoln feels the grin (the idiotic one) stretching his face to the point of pain. "It's positive, Jane. It's positive! You're gonna be a momma."
For a split second, he sees a flash of discomfort, but then it is overtaken with joy again. This is what they've wanted, together, for months. This is what they've wanted to happen; and now, it finally is.
Just when he thinks life can't get better, it always does.
Author: badboy_fangirl
Fandom: Prison Break
Pairings: Lincoln/Jane
Word Count: 455
Rating | Warnings: PG-13 | PURE FLUFF
Prompt Giver | Prompt: happywriter06 | And Baby Makes...
Author's notes: Okay, so I haven't written these characters since 2009...so I had to go back and re-read old fic to get into it, and as fate would have it, in this Series of fics at the end Lincoln and Jane got married, and were planning to have a child. [Yes, I used to write baby!fic like crazy before my fandom of choice was made up of men who can't procreate!] At any rate, I hope this feels like them, Simone. I will always have a soft spot for them.
He paces just outside the bathroom door because she wouldn't let him be in it with her.
(He had no problem with watching her pee on a stick, but she thought it was gross. Because she can kick his ass, when she told him to leave the room he did.)
It's been at least three minutes when he pounds on the door. "What does it say?" he demands through the wood.
"It's not ready yet!" she shouts back, but her tone sounds more like, Shut the fuck up.
(He just can't do that.)
He does knock more softly the second time. "Can't I come in now, at least?" he asks, trying to sound meek.
There is a long pause--too long, because just as he's about to pound on the door again, it opens and she stands there, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, her face make-up free. She looks younger than LJ sometimes, and he has to pinch himself to remember she used to kill people for a living, and that she was quite good at it.
Her lips quiver into a little smile and suddenly his gaze isn't focused on her eyes anymore, but the little pregnancy test in her hand. She's holding it in front of her nose, which corresponds to slightly below his chin. He shifts his eyes to it and sees the small pink plus sign that has formed in the response space.
"It's positive," he states. He looks at the smile on her face and the joy beaming out of her eyes, and repeats, "It's positive?" because he needs her to say something, not just grin like an idiot.
(He figures that's his job.)
"It's positive, Mr. Burrows," she says, and then she bounces on the balls of her feet slightly. "It only took six months of arduous work on your part to make it happen."
(This is not their first pregnancy test. It is their first positive one.)
He grabs the test and tosses it on the sink counter behind his wife. Then he sweeps her into his arms, smacks his mouth over hers, and declares, "I'd do it all over again, for you, baby."
"Yeah, like constantly having sex was a real hardship," she grouses, as though she hadn't been as eagerly involved.
Lincoln feels the grin (the idiotic one) stretching his face to the point of pain. "It's positive, Jane. It's positive! You're gonna be a momma."
For a split second, he sees a flash of discomfort, but then it is overtaken with joy again. This is what they've wanted, together, for months. This is what they've wanted to happen; and now, it finally is.
Just when he thinks life can't get better, it always does.