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CJ: *******
CJ: CJ's been really, really quiet on the way home from the doctor's, just sitting silently in the car clutching a printout of the ultrasound image, and that silence continued through the elevator ride up to the apartment. Upon arrival, she headed directly for the kitchen to make a cup of tea and is currently sitting on the couch, staring at the picture. After a few minutes she looks up at Sam with an awed sort of smile "This is really happening, isn't it?" she whispers.
Sam: He nods, reaching for her hand. "It really is," he says, looking down at the picture almost reverently. "Just--" He laughs. "Wow."
CJ: Her smile turns to a grin and she squeezes his hand "It doesn't really look like much--" she admits. "I mean, I've been staring at this for the better part of an hour and it-- But it's--" She takes a deep breath "We're having a baby, aren't we?"
Sam: He nods, quickly bringing her hand to his lips. "I can't believe it."
CJ: She smiles, leaning into him "I can, now--" she admits, very quietly. "It's-- /this/ is why I wanted to wait to tell you-- It's-- It's real and it wasn't, before and-- Wow."
Sam: He squints down at the picture. "It doesn't look like much, and yet--" He looks up at her and just /grins/.
CJ: "It looks like a blob," she says, then in her first moment of truly dorky mommy behavior looks down at her stomach and says "You hear that, kiddo? Your mama thinks you look like a blob."
Sam: He laughs, leaning his head on her shoulder. "Most amazing blob I've ever seen."
CJ: She laughs, lacing her fingers through his "And just think, honey, the blob's all ours--"
Sam: "I didn't even know I was in the market for one," he deadpans.
CJ: She giggles, snuggling closer to him "Thank you," she whispers, suddenly.
Sam: He gives her an odd look. "For--?"
CJ: "For--" she takes a deep breath, squeezing his hand. "I've been... I guess a mess would be a nice way of putting it, and I know that and just-- /Thank you/--"
Sam: He shrugs it off. "It wasn't /that/ bad."
CJ: "You missed the part where I thought about killing you in your sleep for knocking me up in the first place," she quips, mostly joking. Mostly.
Sam: He arches an eyebrow in response. "You didn't seem to complain at the time."
CJ: "For the record," she says. "If she ever asks, I'm telling her it was on the chaise lounge in California. I'm officially selecting that time as-- Because that was...." She trails off, grinning stupidly.
Sam: He laughs softly. "You honestly think she's going to ask?"
CJ: "I'm told that kids say the darndest things," she replies. "I need to stop referring to it as 'her' if it's a boy, he's going to have some serious gender issues when he's born."
Sam: "Maybe not when he's /born/, but--" He settles back with a sigh. "Yeah. I hate that we have to wait to find out."
CJ: "I'm calling it Blob until then," she announces, decisively. "Ten more weeks--" She sighs.
Sam: "And you think the kid's going to have issues with the gender thing?" he teases. "Ten weeks isn't so bad, really."
CJ: "Could be more," she points out. "But yeah. I think-- I think I'm gonna take this all in short chunks. Six weeks until the second trimester, ten or so until we find out if Blob's a boy or a girl, hopefully fourteen weeks until I can't wear my favorite jeans anymore..." And yeah, that last one is total wishful thinking, and she knows it
Sam: He snorts. "When are we telling people again?"
CJ: "Oh, I forgot-- I'm not sure how I forgot to tell you but, um. Danny Concannon kind of, um, knows. He guessed--" Avoiding the question, she is.
Sam: "Danny Concannon knows?" he repeats as neutrally as he can manage.
CJ: "He guessed," she replies, a bit defensively. "Which probably had something to do with the fact that I kind of plowed into him the other day after flushing my lunch--"
Sam: "What does he think about it?" he asks, glancing down at the ultrasound picture as a diversion.
CJ: "He's happy for us," she replies, leaning forward to pick up her mug, taking a sip of tea. "What does-- What kind of a question is that anyway?"
Sam: "I don't know, I just-- You know--" He frowns. "I don't know. People seem determined that we shouldn't, and I'm not quite sure why." Pause. "I don't know him well enough to know if he's one of them."
CJ: "Who seems--?" she asks, watching him quizzically. "Who thinks that?"
Sam: "Besides Carol, can you name a single person who hasn't at one time or another acted like we're a mistake?" He's deadly serious.
CJ: She frowns, gripping her mug "Your mother," she offers, rather feebly, then "It's-- It doesn't /matter/, Sam-- I-- I love you," and now she's whispering and looks very much like she's about to cry.
Sam: "I know that," he whispers, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek. "God, I-- I know that. I'm just--" He shakes his head. "I want the world to know this is real."
CJ: She nods, tears slipping down her cheeks "It is," she whispers. "It's really real-- all of it-- I--" She takes a deep breath "I'm /happy/, Sam--" Still crying, but still.
Sam: "It's--" He reaches for both of her hands. "I don't think what anyone thinks matters. At all. I'm so happy right now, it's almost sick." He offers her a tiny smile. "I just-- I worry, because I know it's going to come up, and I know everyone's going to want to tear us to shreds, and--" He swallows, clutching her hands. "This is /ours/," he whispers.
CJ: She nods, gripping his hands tightly "So you want to tell people," she says, taking a deep breath.
Sam: He nods. "But I didn't want to before I got that out there. This is--" He blinks, rapidly. "This is big. By far the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, and I /know/ that, and I just--" He sighs. "I hope you know I know that."
CJ: CJ nods "I do," she whispers, leaning against him. "I-- I want to tell Carol," she says, finally.
Sam: "See, there's somebody I'm not worried about," he says, smiling. "I think it's possible she might be more excited about this than either of us."
CJ: CJ laughs "Possible?" She says. "It's a guaranteed thing. She's gonna have a goddaughter, it's not--" She frowns. "I mean-- That's something we should probably talk about, hunh?"
Sam: Sam laughs. "I can't think of anyone better, really."
CJ: CJ nods "Okay," she says. "Good, because, you know, I think she'd probably never speak to me again if I-- We-- picked anyone else." She grins, shifting against him to try and get more comfortable.
Sam: "She's perfect for the job," he agrees, adjusting a pillow behind them as she shifts. "And-- I'm sure Danny Concannon is a good guy, and isn't one of those people, but--" Another sigh. "/I/ don't care what people think, but I'm, you know, forty-one years old. Our friend Blob here has no experience to shield him. Her. Whatever. I--" He closes his eyes. "I want to be prepared to slay dragons, you know?"
CJ: CJ nods, finally seeming to get comfortable and tugging his arms around her abdomen "I'm not letting them near Blob," she says, fiercely. "No one gets to meet her until they've passed an intense-- I'm thinking background checks and mental health questionnaires and they have to walk through a metal detector--" She's actually kind of serious, too.
Sam: "Don't forget blood screening and acts of Congress," he adds, and he's kind of serious, too. Kind of. "Maybe some SAT analogies."
CJ: CJ nods, taking this as completely serious "Also a quarantine," she says. "I'm not letting Blob catch some horrible disease because we forgot that--"
Sam: "Immunization's a plus," he agrees, laughing. "Also, maybe a spelling quiz."
CJ: CJ grins "IQ test," she adds. "And an oath of party loyalty-- "
Sam: "Yes!" Sam says, a bit too vehemently. "/That/ is an absolute must.
CJ: "I think I'm actually gonna do that one," she says, smirking a bit.
Sam: "You should," he agrees, and he's, well, serious.
CJ: She nods "I will." And to her stomach she says "Don't worry, Blob, Mommy and Daddy are gonna protect you from Republicans."
Sam: "/Especially/ Republicans," he adds, snuggling closer to her.
CJ: She smiles at him "You know the problem with this whole thing?" she asks.
Sam: He smiles back. "Hmmmm?"
CJ: "You don't look like a 'dad'," she says, seriously. "You look like a 'daddy', maybe a 'dada', but Blob here's gonna get teased in high school because you're still gonna be getting called 'daddy'."
Sam: He finds this really funny. "You don't think I'm going to age?"
CJ: She seems to consider this for a few minutes, studying him carefully before grinning and saying "No. I don't."
Sam: "Whatever," he mumbles, returning the grin.
CJ: She laughs, picking up the picture again and studying it "She kind of looks like you already," she teases.
Sam: He gives her a sharp, odd look. "/How/?"
CJ: She shrugs "I don't know, but if, you know, if you want to say that's a shoulder--" she points at part of the blob photo "It's almost the same as your shoulder, just smaller and, um." She frowns. "Maybe not, 'cuz I think that might be the head. Or foot, maybe--"
Sam: He giggles. "I sincerely hope the head doesn't look like my shoulder, otherwise..."
CJ: "I can't really tell--" she admits, sounding very much like a little girl who's trying not to cry. "I want-- I just wish Blob was a little bit bigger, so I could /tell/--"
Sam: "Blob's the normal size for this stage, though," he points out. "Bigger comes later. I prefer healthy."
CJ: CJ nods "I know, and I'm happy with healthy-- I mean I'm-- I'm ecstatic and a little bit shocked but I'm /happy/ Blob's healthy, I just--" She swallows. "I just want-- I just really want to hold her for the first time, you know?" she whispers, tearing up.
Sam: "And you will," he whispers, sliding his arms around her waist and bringing his hands to rest on her abdomen. "Very soon."
CJ: "Not soon enough," she grumbles, lacing her fingers through his. "Or, I mean-- Not /too/ soon I hope just--" she takes a deep breath. "I just want everything to go /right/--"
Sam: "And so far, knock on wood, it is," he says, glancing around for the closest possible wooden surface, which happens to be -- the floor. He lets one of her hands drop and reaches over the edge of the couch to do just that.
CJ: She laughs "You should go and turn and spit," she says. "It's--" she takes a deep breath. "It didn't feel like it was, before. I mean, it felt like-- But God, Sam, there's a /heartbeat/--"
Sam: "I know," he whispers, awed. "I can't believe it."
CJ: "It's-- It's the most incredible thing I've ever seen," she whispers. "More than-- Just-- I mean /wow/--"
Sam: He rests his chin on her shoulder, smiling. "Today was a good day."
CJ: She nods "It was," she agrees. "Except for the part where I fired Natalie, but I don't really care so much about that, even--"
Sam: "You won't remember that part," he whispers, hands returning to her stomach.
CJ: She smiles down at his hands "I want this," she whispers, fiercely. "I didn't, before, but I-- I /want/ this--"
Sam: "I know," he replies softly. "It's going to happen. Already happening, even."
CJ: "Thirty four more weeks," she whispers. "We're really doing this--" She snuggles closer to him, covering a yawn with the back of her hand.
Sam: "We are," he agrees, smiling at her yawn. "But for the time being, I say we worry about a nap first."
CJ: CJ nods, stretching her legs out and closing her eyes "I like the way you think," she mumbles.
Sam: "I thought you might," he whispers, reaching over to flip off a lamp.
CJ: "Mmhmm," she agrees, shifting a bit to get comfortable.
Sam: He shifts a little, too, kissing the top of her head before settling back against the couch and falling asleep.