The next day was Sunday, which meant Sasha was putting her foot down and insisting on cooking a breakfast which everyone who wanted to live in the house was expected to appear at.
Jess crept into the kitchen and slid into his usual chair, smack dab next to Lindsay. He kept his eyes focused on a tiny frayed hole in his jeans.
The sleeve of his shirt brushed against Lindsay's arm and she stiffened, feeling her breath hitch.
Lily, from her usual seat across the table from them, watched the two carefully. She looked over at Jimmy who was making sure Sasha didn't burn the second batch of pancakes. "Did I miss something?"
"Not that I know of." The slight smell of burnt batter appeared in the air and Jimmy nudged Sasha, who flipped the pancake. He glanced over at the table. "Huh."
Lily tapped Lindsay's arm. She looked up.
"You already saw him naked. Why are you acting so weird?"
"No reason," Lindsay muttered quickly.
Jess sat forward, this time his entire arm brushing against hers. "Yeah Lil, nothing's going on."
"Sure." She rolled her eyes.
Lindsay snuck a glance over at Jess, who was sneaking a glance of his own. She blushed and returned her gaze to her plate.
Jess slid his bare foot across the floor until it was resting lightly against a pair of wool socks that he used to wear on Sundays.
Lindsay gulped as she felt something lightly caressing the top of her foot.
A small smirk went across Jess' face as Lindsay's face turned pinker.
Lily rolled her eyes. "Mom, would you please hurry up? Jess and Lindsay are playing footsie now!"
Sasha and Jimmy whirled around.
Lily shrugged. "It's gross."
***
A sitcom rerun played softly from the television set while Jess and Lindsay sat uncomfortably on opposite sides of the couch.
After Lily's embarrassing breakfast questions (including the ever popular 'are you going to be sleeping in Lindsay's room now?') Jimmy had the courtesy to suggest that Sasha, Lily, and him go out for the afternoon.
Jess considered building him a shrine.
As if the whole situation wasn't new enough for him. He didn't have the slightest freaking clue how to act around Lindsay now. This wasn't supposed to happen. Honestly, he'd never expected to get all the way to Venice Beach with her in tow. He'd either expected her to have gone back home to Dean, or for him to have gotten so irritated he abandoned her at the nearest bus station.
Falling for her hadn't been part of the plan.
It still wasn't part of the plan.
Lindsay sighed heavily. He glanced over at her, worried expression all across her face, chin resting in hand. She looked even more nervous than he felt.
He slid across the couch, stopping when close enough to touch her. "Linds?" he asked softly.
"Aw to hell with it!" Lindsay grabbed his shoulder and kissed him.
Hard.
Jess smiled slightly through the kiss. He could get used to this.
“Is this okay?” Lindsay pulled back slightly, insecurity slipping through her forward moment.
Jess kissed her again. “Hell, yeah.”
An hour later, Jess had his arms firmly wrapped around Lindsay’s waist while her own were playing with his hair. Their lips had been connected for the better part of that hour, breaking apart only briefly to catch a breath.
“Ignore it,” Jess mumbled on Lindsay’s lips when the phone rang.
She didn’t protest.
The phone rang again.
Seven more times it rang and Jess cursed Jimmy for breaking the answering machine.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, grabbing another quick kiss. “Don’t move.”
That wasn’t a problem, since Lindsay was currently melting into the couch.
“Hello?”
Lindsay tried to hide the giant grin that was plastered across her face into her hands. She’d never felt this happy before.
“She’s not available at this moment.” He winked at her.
Lindsay giggled.
“Mmmhmm.” Jess frowned. “Yeah, I’ll pass on the message.” He hung up the phone.
Lindsay prepared herself for another thorough kissing session, but Jess remained standing. “Are you okay? Who was it?”
“Dr. Jensen’s office.”
Lindsay gulped.
“They said you never went in for a follow up appointment.”
She was silent.
Jess frowned. “Linds…why didn’t you go to your appointment? Was it because of…” he gestured towards her arm.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Then why?”
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Aw, Lindsay.” Jess sat down and pulled her into his arms.
She sniffed. “Th-they’ll have to examine me…and give me the final STD test results…I just didn’t really want to know.”
Jess stroked her hair softly. “You have to go.”
“I know.”
“Want me to come with you?”
Lindsay nodded against his chest. “Would you?”
“C’mon.” He tugged her up. “We’ll go make an appointment.”
***
“First of all I’d like to thank your boyfriend for getting you to attend this appointment.”
Lindsay blushed and Jess squirmed as the doctor smiled warmly at them both.
The doctor continued. “Well, the lab has taken a look at your latest blood work, and we’re happy to say that there are no signs of any STD’s floating around in there.”
Jess let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding in.
The doctor flipped through the pages. “So, it appears as if you are in perfect health at the…” He paused.
“What?” Jess gripped Lindsay’s hand tightly. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” the doctor reassured him. “In fact, I believe congratulations are in order.”
Lindsay wrinkled her brow. “What do you mean?”
The doctor smiled warmly. “Well, according to this, the two of you are going to be parents.”