(no subject)

Down Time

By Katrina McDonnell

Disclaimer: Wish they were, but they aren't.
Author's Note: Can't seem to stop dribbling, but it's
better than the drought. Thank you, Angie.



"I'm going to bed."

"In a minute." Focused on the basketball game, he bellowed,
"Are you blind?"

It was only after he turned the tv off that he realised how
quiet she'd been all evening. Too quiet.

Her posture indicated she wasn't asleep. Perching on the
side of the bed, he brushed her hair back and cupped her
cheek. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Her breathing grew uneven.

"CJ?"

She shrugged and avoided his eyes.

"Move over." He rubbed her back as she rested against him.
"At the risk of sounding like your mother..."

"I don't know what's wrong."

And she cried.

(no subject)

Down Time

By Katrina McDonnell

Disclaimer: Wish they were, but they aren't.
Author's Note: Can't seem to stop dribbling, but it's
better than the drought. Thank you, Angie.



"I'm going to bed."

"In a minute." Focused on the basketball game, he bellowed,
"Are you blind?"

It was only after he turned the tv off that he realised how
quiet she'd been all evening. Too quiet.

Her posture indicated she wasn't asleep. Perching on the
side of the bed, he brushed her hair back and cupped her
cheek. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Her breathing grew uneven.

"CJ?"

She shrugged and avoided his eyes.

"Move over." He rubbed her back as she rested against him.
"At the risk of sounding like your mother..."

"I don't know what's wrong."

And she cried.