Time Waits For No One

Chapter Twelve: Romance Your Ego For Awhile

Chapter Twelve: Romance Your Ego For A While

Lisbon sets the last of the paper plates into the trash bag and sighs. Jane had really out done himself today by throwing a belated baby shower for David. She is actually surprised that it was even a surprise in the first place, as Jane is known for playing the 'wild card' quite often.

Giving an unladylike snort, she takes the rope and tugs the bag shut. Even with a little baby in the picture, Jane hasn't changed at all in the last two weeks. Well, he hasn't changed personality wise. He is still the same man, just more protective over her and David. She catches herself frequently trying to tell him that she's fine, but she also knows that he is just being careful. He loves her, and because of what happened to Angela and Charlotte, he acts too over protective sometimes. It doesn't make her love him any less, but only more so. Not every woman in the world is blessed to have a dedicated man attached to you and your child.

"Teresa? You okay?" she looks up and catches Jane peering over the wooden railing on the second story of her apartment.

She nods and sets the bag down, "I'm fine," she pauses to look around. The party really did a number on her living room, and thankfully a number on David's energy. The two-week-old baby had gotten fussy and wanted a nap, so Jane had gratefully put him down in the crib, "It's just really messy in here."

He shrugs and begins moving down the stairs towards her, "Meh, you knew Rigsby was going to buy something big and then wrap it all. And also eat a lot," he smiles and wraps his arms around her. She hears him inhale the scent of her neck as he continues to nuzzle her softly, "And you smell like a baby."

Lisbon felt the strong urge to push him away from her, but she knew that he loves the smell of all things baby. He made it clear from the start that he found it to be quite a turn-on. Something about it making his inner-male extremely proud. Instead of pushing him away, she just shakes her head and steps away from him slightly.

"I thought you liked the cinnamon," she furrows her brow as she teases him.

Again, he shrugs his shoulders, "I do. Very much so. But when we're surrounded by all things baby and such, I'd much rather you smell like baby powder," she rolls her eyes, and at this he grasps her chin in his hand and turns her head to look at him. He leans in closer and she lets her eyes slip shut as she accepts his soft kiss.

Pulling away from her only slightly so he can look into her eyes, he runs a hand up her arm to pause at the upper portion, "I've started you a bath. I thought you could use a little time to unwind after the baby shower."

She nods and he pulls away, "I'll finish cleaning all this up," he says and she nods once more.

Taking a couple of steps, she looks over her shoulder and watches as he opens a new trash bag and starts picking up the discarded wrapping paper. Smiling at the slightly domestic look of him, she looks back up the stairs and begins to make her way up. A hot bath is calling her name, and she would be silly if she didn't take it. After all, with David around, it is quite hard to get some alone time. Because he is asleep, now is the perfect opportunity.

When she reaches the top step, she quickly pads into their bedroom and heads towards the connecting bathroom. She pauses in front of the door and takes a step back. Underneath the door she can see a slight pulsating glow, which can only mean one thing. When Jane had started her a bath, he had placed candles and probably an assortment of fragrances around the tub. It made her heart swell at the thought of him doing this for her. Despite having a newborn in the apartment, he always tried to remain affectionate towards her. Always reminding her that he loves her and that she is the mother of his son.

Smiling to herself, she wraps her hand around the brass knob and pushes the door open. She finds that she was originally correct. Jane has decorated her bathroom with candles of various sizes around the room and tub. He had placed rose petals around the floor and up to where they floated in the bathtub. A loan baby monitor is resting on the counter by the sink. Pausing to take in the atmosphere of her bathroom, she notes that there is no music playing, and she quickly smiles at the thought of complete silence. The kind of silence that she has been yearning for.