WMC Fic (Lindsay/Cindy)
“You ready?” Lindsay whispered.
Cindy nodded, mumbling an incoherent ‘mmh’ while nibbling on her bottom lip.
She brushed her thumb over Cindy’s bottom lip, leaning down to kiss her softly. She pulled away and watched her intently. Slowly, she trailed her fingers up Cindy’s thigh, feeling her muscles quiver at the touch.
Cindy’s hands clutched the sheets tightly and her lips formed a silent ‘o’ when she carefully pressed the syringe inside.
“Now the finale.” She received a choked chuckle from Cindy. With slow and gently strokes, she brought her to the edge and over.
“I love you,” she mumbled contently.
***
“I’m late.”
Two words that made her heart jump and then skip a beat or two. “You are?”
“Yes.” Cindy nodded enthusiastically.
“Have you…?” She couldn’t believe Cindy made her wait.
It was a torturous moment before Cindy held up a white stick. Lindsay felt a nervous anticipation rise inside her. She wiped her hands on her jeans and stepped closer. It just had to have worked.
“And?” Her voice shook.
Cindy grinned. “You ready to be a mom?”
Instead of replying, she simply kissed her, as softly as possible. “I love you,” she mumbled against Cindy’s lips. “So much.”
***
“No, absolutely not,” Lindsay insisted. “No.”
“But you said I could choose the color.” Cindy looked at her, full blown pout on her lips.
“I didn’t know you’d be so clichéd.”
“I’m not.” With her hands on her hips, Cindy glared at her.
“It’s pink,” Lindsay protested.
“I like the color.”
Lindsay opened her mouth to protest again. “But…”
“No.” Cindy shook her head and held out the painting brush. “I have the extra pounds, deal with the color.”
“You don’t play fair, Thomas,” Lindsay grumbled.
Cindy stepped closer and kissed her. “And you wouldn’t want it any other way.”
***
“I hate not being able to drink coffee.”
“Jill!” Lindsay scolded, taking a side-glance at Cindy.
“What?”
“We’re being supportive.”
“You knock up your girlfriend and I have to give up coffee,” Jill muttered. “Something’s not right with this.”
“Jill!”
“It’s early,” Jill protested. “And I had a long night.”
Cindy chuckled, looking from a glaring Lindsay to an irritated Jill and back. She thought about saying it was fine, but watching those two was too amusing, and she figured she deserved a little fun.
“You’ll survive another half an hour,” Lindsay said.
Jill groaned. “You had better hope I will!”
***
“I changed my mind,” Cindy declared.
Lindsay looked up from her files. “What?”
“About this whole having a baby.” Screwing up face, she pushed the opened book across the table. “Did you know that?”
Reading over the passage, she quickly closed the book. “Maybe you shouldn’t read this.”
“Too late now,” Cindy scoffed. “I did not sign up for that.” To emphasize her point, she opened the book again, almost shoving it into Lindsay’s face.
“It doesn’t have to happen.”
“Uh huh,” Cindy muttered, not at all convinced by her words of failed reassurance. “Just so you know, the teenage years are on you for that:”
***
The regular thumps had to be the most amazing thing she’d had heard all her life. She stared at the small screen, trying to recognize something. Lindsay was moving next to her, her fingers squeezing Cindy’s harder than she’d like.
“She has your nose,” Lindsay chuckled, leaning closer.
She turned and looked at her, could see the excitement written all over her face. “Does she?” she grinned.
“Definitely. See?” Lindsay pointed to the screen and Cindy squinted, trying to see it.
She simply nodded, looking up at Lindsay again. Her smile was infectious. She couldn’t remember ever seeing her so happy.
***
“Lindsay?” Cindy asked, roughly poking her shoulder. “Wake up!”
Groaning, Lindsay turned around, refusing to open her eyes. “What?”
“Give me your hand.” Not bothering to wait for a reply, she reached over and took it. “Move closer,” she demanded softly.
“No, not again, Cindy.” Lindsay was almost to the point of whining. “I have to work tomorrow.”
Cindy swatted her lightly. “Not that!” She positioned Lindsay’s hand high on her stomach. “Can you feel that?”
“What?” Confused, she looked at Cindy. And then she felt it. “Is that…?” Suddenly, she wasn’t tired anymore.
Cindy nodded. “That’s your daughter kicking.”
***
“Cindy!”
Jumping, Cindy grabbed Jill’s arm in a death grip. “Hide me!” she pleaded.
“Not possible anymore.” Jill chuckled and looked pointedly at her swollen belly.
Taking two steps, she was behind Jill, anxiously looking over her shoulder. She flinched when she saw the anger on Lindsay’s face.
“What are you doing here?”
Still using Jill as a shield, she glanced past her and replied petulantly, “Working.”
“We had an agreement.”
“You did,” Cindy replied, crossing her arms defensively. “You can’t make me.”
Lindsay sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Tell me all about the case.” Cindy grinned.
***
“This is ridiculous,” Lindsay complained. She tried to pull away but Cindy kept her in place.
“Don’t even think about it.” Cindy held on tightly to Lindsay’s wrists, pressing them to her stomach and leaned back into her. “Breathe!”
“But…”
A glare from Cindy brought Lindsay’s interjection to a sudden stop. “You’re not getting out of it.”
“This is still ridiculous;” Lindsay tried again.
“Do you see any of the other partners complain?”
Lindsay looked around. Disgruntled, she saw them all complying with the instruction of breathing exercises that only made her feel extremely silly. “No.” She sighed.
“Then breathe!”
***
It was only fair Lindsay had to feel pain too. With her fingernails digging into Lindsay’s arm, Cindy was certain she’d leave marks.
“I hate you,” she pressed out between clenched teeth, sweat running down her forehead. “This is all your fault.”
“I know.” Lindsay kissed the top of her head. “Just one more push.”
“Can’t,” Cindy gasped.
“Yes you can!”
“God,” Cindy groaned. She could feel the baby and saw Lindsay’s eyes widen. Almost comically, had she not been in so much pain.
She vaguely noticed Lindsay cutting the cord, only aware again when Lindsay placed the infant in her arms.
“May I present your daughter.”