[RP for ncis_ljgibbs]

[on_jennys_terms]

Late afternoon is starting to give way to early evening when Jen emerges from the bedroom.  She's restless, wandering aimlessly through the apartment, putting lights on as she goes.  She remembers yelling at Jethro for leaving all the lights on and he's since been good about turning them off.  But things change.  Or rather, she changed.  Being in

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[ncis_ljgibbs]

Jethro sat on the floor of the nursery carefully sanding the rocking chair he was putting the finishing touches on. He wanted to make sure no splinters at all would be found no matter if it was big or little hands touching the wood. He'd been working almost non-stop since yesterday wanting to stay out of Jen's way. He knew something was going on but felt like he was drowning knowing that there likely wasn't a rescue on the way. Next to where he sat he had his copies of Jen's ultra sounds lined up like a timeline on the wall that he was talking to softly, barely above a mumble.

[on_jennys_terms]

She stands silently in the doorway, taking in the scene in front of her. She takes in the beautiful rocking chair he made and the pictures lined up on the wall. She'd been too detached to really pay attention to the ultrasounds she'd had. But even in just the short time between the first and the most recent from Tuesday, their little black dot was starting to look like a baby. She pulls her eyes from the photos and scans the room. He must have been sleeping in here while she was gone. The pillow and solitary blanket in the corner give him away. But it breaks her heart even more when she notices one of her shirts peeking out from under the pillow

[ncis_ljgibbs]

"What do you want to talk about?" He brushed some of the saw dust off looking over at her. Jethro wasn't so sure this was a good thing even though he wanted to talk to her. He didn't stand not yet anyway.

[on_jennys_terms]

"I want to talk about you and us," she answers. And that is almost never a good thing. Not in this context. Not when they've been avoiding each other. She takes a step backwards, not wanting to do this in that room. It's almost sacred ground. "Come out here with me, please." She's trying to keep her tone even and this side of warm, but she's freaking out inside. She doesn't want this to explode and if she lets her emotions overwhelm her, it could. It still might, anyway.