Baby’s Breath
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Bobby/OMC
Word Count: 337
Notes: For carolinecrane’s first line drabble meme
challenge.
He doesn't
remember the last time he stayed awake just to listen to someone breathe. Maybe
the first time he ever really fell in love, back in college when, for the first
time in his life, being who he was didn’t seem so scary, and if it did seem
scary, was more than worthwhile. And he’s sure he did it when he first met
Mark, a case of love at first sight if ever a case there was, and he couldn’t
believe that Mark actually felt the same.
Still though,
love has never felt like this, so powerful that his heart feels like it could
literally burst out of his chest, so awesome that he has to stay awake, lest he
find out that this is all some kind of wonderful dream.
He thinks he
should be embarrassed about that, is sure that Mark is going to make fun of
him, but when he looks over at his lover, he sees that Mark is wide awake too,
his gaze, like Bobby’s, locked on the baby girl lying between them.
Six months old,
she came into their lives only a week ago, and it’s been the happiest week of
Bobby’s life. A week where sleep is but a dim memory, not because Lucy is a
fussy baby, far from it, but because he’d much rather study every eyelash,
every blink and breath of this little miracle.
She shifts in her
sleep, flexing her left fist, the one that’s curled around his pinky finger,
while her right, the one that’s holding Mark’s finger, stays firmly clenched.
For a second, he’s sure she’s going to wake, but then her breathing returns to
its normal rate, deep and steady, the only sound in an otherwise silent room.
Mark’s grinning
like an idiot, and Bobby would make fun of him if he didn’t know that his own
grin was just as wide, just as dopey. So instead of making fun, he leans
forward, presses his lips against Mark’s and counts his blessings.