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Love For Granted
Rating: I haven't decided yet.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: How can you feel so much love for someone you've only been knowing for a few minutes? In this case, she had to ask herself that question twice.
A/N: Here's the third chapter! Sorry for such a long wait. The holidays have been HECTIC but totally worth it. It's my birthday finally!! December 28th! I'm 16 now! YAY! Sorry for any grammar mistakes. I'm trying to update every story I need to tonight... lol or this morning. Yeah. It's like, 1:35 am here XD
"Shh. It's okay sweetie."
He could see her struggling with Lindsey and the bags so he quickly moved over and took them from her. She sighed in relief and smiled up at him in the dark.
"Thanks."
"No problem. I'll go put this in my room." She nodded and began to bounce Lindsey gently, pacing around the living room. She came to stand in front of the window and stared out into the city, zoning out on the flashing neon lights and signs. He walked out from his bedroom and found her staring out from the window. He turned on one of his lamps to give them some light and she turned around.
She walked up to him and smiled before carefully placing Lindsey in his arms. She kissed the top of her daughter's head and stroked her cheek with a finger.
"Is it.. ugh okay if I take a quick shower or something?" He nodded instantly, keeping his eyes on the little angel in his arms.
"You're more than welcome." She nodded to herself and left Gil alone in the living room, trusting him completely with her new born daughter. Lindsey yawned in his arms, her small hands opening and closing randomly as he sat with her on the couch. She drifted off to sleep soon after in his warm arms.
Half an hour later, Catherine came padding out of his hallway in a pair of his saggy pajama pants and one of his black shirts. She had her slippers on her feet that she had packed with her. She sat down carefully next to Gil and looked over his shoulder to watch her daughter sleep.
"She's so beautiful," he whispered. Catherine smiled, truly touched as how protective Gil was being over them. She rested her chin on his shoulder, her cheek close to his, and both of them watched her sleep. He looked sideways at her and his eyes fell to her lips. "You should get some sleep too." She looked at him, her chin still resting on his shoulder lightly. Their lips were so close, but neither one of them did anything about it.
"Yeah," she whispered back. Slowly, she pulled herself away from his side and stood up from the couch. He followed her slowly and rested Lindsey in the middle of his bed. Catherine grabbed every pillow on his bed and boxed Lindsey in, not wanting her to suffocate or fall out. She laid next to Lindsey and Gil turned to leave the room. "Gil?" He stopped and turned, his arms next to his sides. She wanted so badly for him to join her in the bed, but she knew he never would. "Thank you," she finally managed to get out.
"You're welcome."
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Catherine's eyes fluttered open as the sunlight poured in from Gil's bedroom window. It was the first night in months she had gotten her full six hours of sleep. She rolled over and rested on her side, coming to face her very awake daughter who was content with staring at the ceiling above her. Her wide eyes were filled with curiosity and wonder. Catherine smiled and ran the back of her finger gently down Lindsey's cheek.
"Hey baby girl," she cooed. "Watcha' doing?"
She found it hard to believe she could love someone this much- someone she had only been knowing for a few days.
She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek, then playfully rubbed their noses together. She pulled back when she heard Lindsey start to whimper and sigh. Confusion struck her, but she suddenly realized she hadn't fed Lindsey since yesterday nor changed her diaper. Slowly, she picked Lindsey up and crawled out of bed. They were greeted in the kitchen by Gil, who had his back turned toward them as he fixed himself a glass of water.
"Morning," she said out loud, making him jump and spill water from the glass. He turned, forgetting the absence of his shirt, and saw Catherine with messy bed hair and a small baby wanting nothing more than a clean diaper and milk.
"Good morning." He ran his eyes over her bright face, wondering why she was so distant all of a sudden. He noticed her eyes were fixed on him and followed her gaze. The water he had spilled was now trailing down his bare, toned chest. He could feel his cheeks grow hot for being caught without his shirt.
"She slept through the night. Can you believe it," she asked as she walked up to his fridge, trying to ignore the fact that her best friend was standing only a few feet away from her- shirtless. She got one of the bottles she had placed in the fridge last night and set it on the counter, not trusting herself to handle both a microwave and her daughter at the same time. She kept her eyes on Lindsey's face as she walked closer to Gil, silently asking him to take over for her.
He carefully took the small baby in his arms and cuddled her against his chest. He watched Catherine take the nipple off the bottle and as she stuck it in the microwave to heat up. Seconds later, she was twisting the top back onto the bottle and testing the milk with her arm, shaking the bottle until she felt how warm the liquid was. She had already fed Lindsey at the hospital, the experience amazing her more than anything.
"You wanna feed her?" She shyly handed him the bottle and smiled.
"I... I've never done this before," he confessed. "All of this is new to me, Cath. I'm really not good with kids."
"Sure you are! Linds loves you!" She shoved the bottle in his hand and licked her lips. "You're a natural. And besides... I'm new to this too. I haven't exactly given birth to a human until a few days ago, incase you forgot."
A small smile tugged at the corner's of his mouth as he guided the tip of the bottle near Lindsey's lips. She instantly took to it, gently sucking at her breakfast as Gil watched in wonder. Catherine rested her hands on her hips and stood dangerously close to him. She could feel the heat from his chest radiate onto her own skin and felt the urge to shiver. Minutes later, the bottle was empty and Lindsey was full. Her whimpering continued though, Gil's face dropping as he began to think he did something wrong. He panicked and looked up at Catherine who had a small smile on her face, obviously amused at his panicking.
"She needs to be changed," she informed him, his fear subsiding a little. "You wanna change her too?"
"Cath," he warned. "I think you better handle that." She nodded and took Lindsey back into her arms.
"At least help me. I don't know what I'm doing here," she called out as she walked back into his bedroom. He followed her and grabbed the diapers and wipes from the bag.
"And you think I do?" She giggled and pulled at his arm when he was close enough to her. She bit her bottom lip in confusion and undid the buttons on Lindsey's outfit. "How... are we going to do this?"
"Um... get the new diaper open and ready. Open the pack of wipes too." He did as she instructed, scrunching his face when he got a smell of Lindsey's dirty diaper. Catherine gagged and leaned back, laughing and trying to take in a fresh breath of air. "Hand me a wipe. Hurry!" He shoved a wipe in her hand and pinched his nose as she began cleaning her daughter. Finally, the dirty diaper and wipe were balled up. "Go ahead and put the diaper on her," Catherine told him as she winked and moved towards the kitchen to dispose of the diaper.
Gil grabbed the clean diaper and stared down at the small baby on his bed, wondering how he was going to do this. He gently grabbed at Lindsey's feet, her soft giggling filling the room.
'She must be ticklish.'
She kicked her tiny legs as he slightly pulled her bottom from the bed to place the diaper underneath her.
'That was easy.'
With Lindsey's kicking and giggling, he could barely strap the sticky tabs onto the front of the diaper. Catherine came back with washed and sanitized hands and laughed as she watched Gil struggle to stick the two pieces together.
"Having trouble?"
"Just... a bit," he grunted softly and finally managed to stick the tabs on, both in awkward places on the diaper.
She continued to watch with a smile, wondering if things would stay this good forever. She wanted things to be this easy. She wanted her daughter to grow up with a happy family, with a good education, with good friends, in a good neighborhood. But afterall, they were in Las Vegas- and all of those things were hard to come by. But watching Gil and Lindsey, she knew she had made a mistake. She loved Eddie. If it weren't for Eddie, Lindsey wouldn't be here, but she couldn't help but feel that she had made a mistake by marrying him. She would always love him for giving her the most precious gift ever, but that was the only reason. He no longer treated her like the wife and lover she deserved to be treated as.
But Gil did. Even if he didn't realize he was.