The phone rang out somewhere in the distance as Gillian Foster flailed her hand around on the bedside table to reach for it. She found it and turned to snuggle back into the side of his chest, his arm holding her to him. She answered it sleepily.
"Yeah?" Slowly, as the voice on the other end of the phone spoke, her eyes opened further and she found herself fully awake.
"Ok," she said, hanging up the phone and dropping it to the bed beside her.
"Oh boy…" she said, a hint of worry in her voice. She felt his chest vibrate as he spoke.
"What's up?" he asked, arm clasping tighter around her shoulders.
"Cal's back," she said before slipping her legs out of bed and heading for the bathroom.
OXOXOXO
I know, I shouldn't have started a new fic when I haven't finished my others, I'm sorry! But this one has been stuck in my head for ages so I'm going to roll with it. Hopefully I'll get some inspiration for my others!
Also, I realise that there are a couple of other fics like this out there at the moment so sorry if I'm stepping on anyone's toes. I'm hoping to take this in a slightly different direction.