Developments // Jenlisa

Five

A/N: So yesterday my drunk self was trying to update and then passed out. This morning I realized I posted a blank chapter... So yeah. Embarrassing. Anyway I don't really know if anyone's reading this story but if it reaches you let me know what you think :)

A/N: CHAENNIE IN LA. BUYING CHILDREN'S CLOTHES. Might write a one-shot about this later idk.

She sleeps in one of Jennie's spare bedrooms and it's strange at first. She convinces herself that the reason she can't sleep is because she's not used to the bed or the room or the sounds of the neighborhood.

After a few days she blames the fact that she's worried about the media and how they're reacting to the news, to the fact that people saw Lisa taking Jennie home from the hospital. After two weeks she realizes that she can't blame it on that because she doesn't care. She doesn't care if people know that she's been coming back here every day like they do. All she cares about is Jennie.

It takes her another couple of days to work out that the reason why she can't sleep is that her subconscious knows that Jennie's just across the hall. Her body and her mind know how close Jennie is and that that's where they want to be. They're both stubbornly waiting for her to give in but she won't let them control her.

She'd rather not sleep than give in. She knows what's right and wrong in this situation, what she should and shouldn't be doing to keep herself safe.

She calls it a special circumstance when Jennie calls her into her room at one in the morning, shouting her name so frantically that Lisa's almost having a heart attack by the time she gets there.

"What? What's wrong?!" she asks, eyes still bleary and half-asleep.

Jennie just shakes her head and reaches for her, tugs her down onto the bed once she's close enough and stares into space like she'd been when Lisa came in.

"What's-"

"Shhhhh!"

Lisa does as she's told and lets Jennie guide her hand where she wants it as she settles back down against the mattress. She brings it to the side of her stomach and lets it rest there. Her eyes are wide and focused and Lisa just stares as Jennie presses her hand so hard into her stomach that she almost wants to pull it away.

That's when she feels it: the small burst of movement against her hand, strong and sure and definitely there. She gasps and Jennie's face erupts into a smile in the lamp light. Her eyes widen and fill with tears and she laughs when she feels it again.

"You felt it?" Jennie asks to make sure. "You felt it move."

Lisa nods and she acts without thinking. Her body shifts down the bed and she presses her face to Jennie's stomach without pausing to ask. She feels something flutter against her cheek, against her hand and she breathes out, suddenly tired.

Jennie's hand falls to rest on her head and she sighs contentedly. She suddenly feels so exhausted, so relieved, that nothing else really matters.

"She's going to be a dancer," she hears herself whisper.

When Jennie speaks, her voice sounds thick and watery. "She?" she asks in confusion. No one except the doctor knows what it is yet. "You think it's going to be a girl?"

"Yeah," Lisa nods and then she's asleep before she knows it.

//

She's obsessed with it.

It's not her fault; it's just that Jennie won't stop grabbing her hand every single time there's the tiniest flutter and pressing it there. She would tell her to stop if she wasn't so sure it was innocent. It's not like she's trying to do anything with it. Every time the baby kicks it's like she's not sure if it's really happening, like it can't be real, and she needs Lisa to feel it too, just to reassure her.