Stupid Pregnancy Brain
Ben kept telling her that she needed to take a break from work, but Leslie wouldn't listen. She couldn't. Pregnancy was hard, painful, debilitating, and humiliating how she couldn't seem to do one thing herself. She needed something she could do.
Leslie knew Ben didn't mind helping her and making her feel comfortable, it's what they've been doing for each other for their entire relationship. But the pregnancy self-pity and guilt and hormones didn't help anyone.
So she continues typing up her document, almost done, almost ready to be emailed. She shifts around on the bed, as a sharp cramp goes through her body and leaves her in shivers, the laptop sliding from her lap to the bed.
This position isn't bad. She could feel herself drifting off...
No. Work time. Leslie sits up.
She looks to her laptop. The document is blank. What?
"Crap on a cracker." She mumbles.
She frantically reaches for it and freaks out, tapping keys, numbers, symbols, trying to figure out what happened.
Oh, wait. There's probably some kind of undo button.
Leslie's eyes scan quickly over the screen for it, but can't seem to find it anywhere. Pregnancy brain maybe? Ugh. Where the hell is it?
Leslie starts running her hands through her hair in her stressed state, and slides back down to her comfortable position on the bed. Only this time that wasn't what mattered.
As the sheets filled with the wetness of her sobs, she heard a presence in the doorway. And then a voice.
"Honey? Oh my God, what happened?" He rushes to her side at the bed, running his hands through her hair and gently pulling her up into a seated position.
Sweet Ben. Whenever she freaks out about something small, he never makes her feel like she's being silly.
She couldn't hide it, as much as she wanted to. "I-I was trying to-" She hiccups. "-write s-s-something and it deleted, and I-" She hiccups again. "-can't find it." Her voice cracks many times through her nervous stutter of an explanation, and she sobs even more.
"Do you want help?" Ben makes sure to ask, remembering Chris' warning about solving all her problems for her and not listening to what they actually were. So far, Leslie didn't seem to have any complaints about that specifically, so he's doing well. It's been hard, though, the sight of her in tears breaks his heart.
"Y-y-yes please." She stares into his brown eyes, hers wide and blue, and he couldn't resist her even if he wanted to. So he gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and sits on the bed with her.
"So how did you delete it?" He asked, making his voice as casual as possible. But he's Ben Wyatt, Human Disaster. Those kind of skills don't come easy.
Leslie sobs again, but tries to compose herself. "The computer just slid off me, and then I laid down for a second, and when I came back up, it was just gone. In a matter of seconds. And I can't find the DAMN BUTTON to fix it."
Her voice only cracked a few times in that explanation, but the sadness turned to pure anger when she brought up the button. Yikes. He forgot about the mood swings for a second.
His adorable, sexy wife was 5 months pregnant, and she didn't want to admit to the exhaustion, insecurity, and uselessness that she felt. She's yelled and cried about everything lately, and he doesn't blame her. It doesn't bother him, she's doing all the hard work of keeping their children alive and bringing them into the world, he's actually glad to get caught in the crossfire.
Problem was, he already found how to fix her document, but would that make her feel bad? 'Not at the moment,' he thought, 'she probably just wants it back.'
So he took a risk and fixed it, smiling as Leslie's face went from stressed, to confused, to excited.
Leslie grins adorably, and attacks Ben's face with kisses. He gladly returns them, revelling in the fact that Leslie was happy again, and it was because of him.
"Stupid pregnancy brain." She mutters into his mouth and he smiles, their teeth bumping together haphazardly.
But he wouldn't have it any other way.