Nine Months
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean no
infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal enjoyment
and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
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Chapter 5
Promises, Confessions and Mutual Attractions........
A short while later, the pair found themselves laying on Vincent's bed.
Catherine was curled into his side while Vincent gently stroked his hand up and
down her spine. Her tears had ended awhile ago, but she was enjoying the feel of
Vincent's warm body against her own.
Catherine looked up at Vincent, only to find him staring at her. She blushed,
wondering how long he had been watching her for.
Vincent chuckled at her blush. "You really don't like when someone watches
you, do you?"
Catherine dropped her gaze. "I don't. I'm always afraid of what people are
seeing.....or rather, not seeing," she said, her voice pained.
Vincent sat up, pulling her with him gently. When they were both eye level,
Vincent grasped her face in a loose grip, and asked, "What is going through that
head of yours, Catherine? Talk to me. Tell me what's troubling you."
Catherine shook her head. "You don't want to hear about it."
Vincent gaped at her. "Catherine........tell me, please!"
A sigh escaped her lips. Catherine began to pant lightly, as her fear began
to engulf her. Would he understand? Would he walk away?
Finally, she said, "Alright, I'll tell you...."
Vincent watched her closely, and Catherine sighed deeply.
"I've always been somewhat of an odd ball, even within my own family. I told
you before that I never truly fit in. At least when my mother was still alive, I
had her on my side. We even looked alike, so the other little odd things didn't
matter to me as much."
"Vincent, you know my mother died, but I didn't tell you how. She worked at a
hospital downtown. Everyone loved her. I was a freshman in college when it
happened. She was leaving work one night, just minding her own business. Out of
nowhere, a car raced by and started shooting. My mom was shot 3 times in the
chest."
"Oh my god, Catherine......." Vincent breathed out.
"Other people got hit too, but my mom......she got hit the worst. They got
her back inside and in surgery, but...... she died on the table."
"Catherine....."
"After my mom......I changed. For a short time, I started partying, and
hooking up with all the wrong type of guys. They......didn't treat me well. I
started doubting myself. I started.....drifting. My father and sister didn't
make it any easier. They constantly berated my choices, and made me hate myself
even more than I already did. Finally, I realized how self desructive I had
become. I cleaned up me act, and even got my studies back on track. When I
changed my major, so that I could become a cop, my father was not understanding
at all. By default, Heather fell in line with him. I figured that if I became a
cop, I could prevent other scum from getting away with murder, like the ones
that killed my mother did."
"Catherine, your family reacting like that wasn't your fault. Not in the
least. You were right not to let them dictate your life for you. I'm proud of
you. You realized the path you were on was wrong, and you did something to make
it better. To make yourself better."
Catherine took a shuddering breath. This was the hardest part. "They.....my
father especially, blamed me for my mother's death."
Vincent's eyes widened, and he inhaled sharply. "What happened to her was
not your fault! How could he say a thing like that to you?!"
Catherine's head dropped. "That's the thing.......is was my fault,"
she whispered.
Vincent shook his head. "No, Catherine! What happened was a totally random
thing. Anyone could have been standing where your mother was. It was an
accident. Nothing more."
"It was my fault because she wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for me. I
had been sick with the flu a few days prior to that day. Mom switched shifts
with another doctor, just so she could take care of me. She wasn't originally
suppose to work that day. But, because of me....." she broke off, and began
sobbing.
Vincent wrapped his arms around Catherine, pulling her closer. Her head
burrowed into his chest, and she sobbed uncontrollably. Vincent whispered
"Shhhhhhhhhh...." over and over again, as he stroked her hair and back.
Catherine pulled back, tears cascading down her cheeks. Vincent brushed his
thumbs across her cheeks, as her eyes met his.
"I'm so afraid the same thing will happen with you. I'm afraid I'll lose you
too. I couldn't handle that, especially now...." she said quietly.
Leaning down, Vincent captured her lips, and Catherine pulled him closer. His
hand traveled down her back, pulling her body into his. Catherine moaned as they
made contact.
Several minutes later, Vincent pulled back. He cupped her face in his large
hands. "Catherine, nothing will happen to me. I'm not going anywhere, and you
will never lose me. I'm in this till the end, I promise you." His hand snaked
gently to her stomach, and he pressed his hand against it gently. "I've got two
people that need me too much," he added. "And I'm never letting them go...."
Catherine smiled. "Be careful, cause I'm gonna hold you to that.."
Vincent smiled back. "Good, cause I meant every word."
They laid back on the bed, and closed their eyes. They clung to each other,
with barely a breath of space between them. Just before Catherine fell asleep,
she heard Vincent whisper.....
"I think I'm falling in love with you...."
Catherine smiled drowsily. Me too.........
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean no
infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal enjoyment
and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
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Chapter 5
Promises, Confessions and Mutual Attractions........
A short while later, the pair found themselves laying on Vincent's bed.
Catherine was curled into his side while Vincent gently stroked his hand up and
down her spine. Her tears had ended awhile ago, but she was enjoying the feel of
Vincent's warm body against her own.
Catherine looked up at Vincent, only to find him staring at her. She blushed,
wondering how long he had been watching her for.
Vincent chuckled at her blush. "You really don't like when someone watches
you, do you?"
Catherine dropped her gaze. "I don't. I'm always afraid of what people are
seeing.....or rather, not seeing," she said, her voice pained.
Vincent sat up, pulling her with him gently. When they were both eye level,
Vincent grasped her face in a loose grip, and asked, "What is going through that
head of yours, Catherine? Talk to me. Tell me what's troubling you."
Catherine shook her head. "You don't want to hear about it."
Vincent gaped at her. "Catherine........tell me, please!"
A sigh escaped her lips. Catherine began to pant lightly, as her fear began
to engulf her. Would he understand? Would he walk away?
Finally, she said, "Alright, I'll tell you...."
Vincent watched her closely, and Catherine sighed deeply.
"I've always been somewhat of an odd ball, even within my own family. I told
you before that I never truly fit in. At least when my mother was still alive, I
had her on my side. We even looked alike, so the other little odd things didn't
matter to me as much."
"Vincent, you know my mother died, but I didn't tell you how. She worked at a
hospital downtown. Everyone loved her. I was a freshman in college when it
happened. She was leaving work one night, just minding her own business. Out of
nowhere, a car raced by and started shooting. My mom was shot 3 times in the
chest."
"Oh my god, Catherine......." Vincent breathed out.
"Other people got hit too, but my mom......she got hit the worst. They got
her back inside and in surgery, but...... she died on the table."
"Catherine....."
"After my mom......I changed. For a short time, I started partying, and
hooking up with all the wrong type of guys. They......didn't treat me well. I
started doubting myself. I started.....drifting. My father and sister didn't
make it any easier. They constantly berated my choices, and made me hate myself
even more than I already did. Finally, I realized how self desructive I had
become. I cleaned up me act, and even got my studies back on track. When I
changed my major, so that I could become a cop, my father was not understanding
at all. By default, Heather fell in line with him. I figured that if I became a
cop, I could prevent other scum from getting away with murder, like the ones
that killed my mother did."
"Catherine, your family reacting like that wasn't your fault. Not in the
least. You were right not to let them dictate your life for you. I'm proud of
you. You realized the path you were on was wrong, and you did something to make
it better. To make yourself better."
Catherine took a shuddering breath. This was the hardest part. "They.....my
father especially, blamed me for my mother's death."
Vincent's eyes widened, and he inhaled sharply. "What happened to her was
not your fault! How could he say a thing like that to you?!"
Catherine's head dropped. "That's the thing.......is was my fault,"
she whispered.
Vincent shook his head. "No, Catherine! What happened was a totally random
thing. Anyone could have been standing where your mother was. It was an
accident. Nothing more."
"It was my fault because she wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for me. I
had been sick with the flu a few days prior to that day. Mom switched shifts
with another doctor, just so she could take care of me. She wasn't originally
suppose to work that day. But, because of me....." she broke off, and began
sobbing.
Vincent wrapped his arms around Catherine, pulling her closer. Her head
burrowed into his chest, and she sobbed uncontrollably. Vincent whispered
"Shhhhhhhhhh...." over and over again, as he stroked her hair and back.
Catherine pulled back, tears cascading down her cheeks. Vincent brushed his
thumbs across her cheeks, as her eyes met his.
"I'm so afraid the same thing will happen with you. I'm afraid I'll lose you
too. I couldn't handle that, especially now...." she said quietly.
Leaning down, Vincent captured her lips, and Catherine pulled him closer. His
hand traveled down her back, pulling her body into his. Catherine moaned as they
made contact.
Several minutes later, Vincent pulled back. He cupped her face in his large
hands. "Catherine, nothing will happen to me. I'm not going anywhere, and you
will never lose me. I'm in this till the end, I promise you." His hand snaked
gently to her stomach, and he pressed his hand against it gently. "I've got two
people that need me too much," he added. "And I'm never letting them go...."
Catherine smiled. "Be careful, cause I'm gonna hold you to that.."
Vincent smiled back. "Good, cause I meant every word."
They laid back on the bed, and closed their eyes. They clung to each other,
with barely a breath of space between them. Just before Catherine fell asleep,
she heard Vincent whisper.....
"I think I'm falling in love with you...."
Catherine smiled drowsily. Me too.........
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