Resting [rp for ncis_ljgibbs]

[on_jennys_terms]

The house has been relatively quiet and Jen is somewhat grateful for it.  But she also suspects Liz knows what happened last night.  Usually, her absence around the house would trigger at least a text from Liz, but there's been nothing all day.  Not that Jen wants to talk to anyone today, but the silence makes her feel that much more unsettled.

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[ncis_ljgibbs]

Jethro slowly made his way to the bedroom no matter what he wanted to check on Jen. He stopped at the bedroom door and looked in at her having to lean against the door frame. He was tired, hurting, and somewhere in all that he was angry. His fingers traced the pill bottle in his pants pocket knowing he should take one.

[ncis_ljgibbs]

"Getting blown up hurt less than fighting with you,"he let out a little chuckle some of the tension in his shoulders easing.

[on_jennys_terms]

She smiles slightly, "Yeah, I believe it." But she can't help the wince that crosses her face and she presses her fingers into her side again. "You should be used to both by now."

[ncis_ljgibbs]

He catches the wince and rolls onto his side to fully look at her though he's fighting to keep his eyes open. "Something is going on I think."

[on_jennys_terms]

"She's kicking me," she says, shaking her head. And it is true, but it's not the whole truth. He's clearly almost unconscious and she just needs to keep this up a little bit longer. She might even let him touch her if it helps him fall asleep.

[ncis_ljgibbs]

He smiled a little,"She's tough like her mother. Probably has a hell of a right hook too."

[on_jennys_terms]

"She does. She hit me with one last night when..." she trails off when she remembers where the rest of the story goes. He hasn't seen the small nursery yet, but she wonders how much it matters now. To her, it still means so much. He probably won't find the same joy in the gesture,

[ncis_ljgibbs]

"When what?" He blinked over at her his hand resting between them resisting the urge to touch her stomach.

[on_jennys_terms]

She watches his hand, debating whether or not to tell him. How out of it is he? Will he remember in the morning? She'll tell him eventually, may as well be now. "When Liz showed me the small nursery she put together." Mentally, she winces again, but not because of anything her body is doing, but because she knows he'll perceive it as more betrayal.

[ncis_ljgibbs]

He grumbles,"So is it just me that's not allowed to really make a room for my daughter?"

[on_jennys_terms]

She sighs heavily, "Okay, I can't deal with this right now." She rolls completely over, dropping her feet to the floor before she sits up again. But she doesn't stand. She just sits there, staring at the floor in front of her. If she gets up too fast, she gets lightheaded. This isn't a problem with getting up too fast, though. She feels like it's one more attack on something she cares about, something completely separate from their problems. "If you want to go back to New York and redo the room, be my guest," she says, her voice breaking on the last words. Damn hormones.

[ncis_ljgibbs]

"Don't want to. Wanted to share doing it with you,"his bottom lip was poking out but he would deny it was a pout. He tried to roll over to reach her but ended up sprawled out on his stomach his eyes drifting down to close. "I love you Jen,"he mumbled as he drifted off.

[on_jennys_terms]

She feels him roll over behind her and can feel him flop into the mattress. She doesn't move, doesn't answer. For whatever reason, his words hurt just as much as being kicked off the porch the night before. When she's sure he's out cold, she presses her hands to her face and cries silently. She allows herself a few minutes before she gets to her feet and heads for the door.