She Said - He Said
A/N: Just very recently discovered Doc Martin (watched the 4 series over a period of 5 days) and it's safe to say I'm in love with Martin Clunes. This is my first DM fic. Set the evening at the end of S5 E8.
Not Beta'd. Mistakes my own.
Don't own Doc Martin no matter how many times I wish on stars.
Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

'I love you,' she said. He stared at her from the sofa.

'I just, I didn't say it before and I wanted you to know,' she continued her head cocked to the side shyly.

'I mean, I know you know... but I just wanted to...say...it.'

'Thank you,' he said as his expression softened.

A small smile graced her lips realising that that was the most she was going to get from him. After all, he already said it 'twice.'

There was an awkward pause that always frequented their conversations. So she blurted out the obvious to fill the silence, 'James is asleep,' motioning in the direction of the room upstairs.

'Yes, I gathered. I don't hear him crying.'

'I was just wondering if you...I was wondering if you wanted to... erm... just spend some...time together tonight,' tilting her head to the side in question.

'That sounds pleasant.'

'Time away from the baby,' her fingers twisting in and out.

'Yes.'

'Parent free time...just the two of us...' her eyebrows rose as she bit her lip.

'Right. That's good. Would you like to sit on the sofa with me and we'll spend some time together?'

She was getting frustrated with her lack of clarity and his thickness of skull.

'Martin, am I to spend the night here... tonight?' trying to be as blunt as possible.

'That would be suitable given James is already asleep.'

She took a breath, 'OK, I don't have anything to change into for bed. Maybe I should go on a clothes run to get some of my things.'

'That won't be necessary.'

Her stomach flipped at the implications. Her mind conjuring an array of meanings. She held her breath.

'You left behind your dressing gown, and a top and bottom set. I have a supply of toothbrushes and other toiletries,' her heart fell. 'I'm sure those will suffice for now.'

Exasperated, 'Erm...okay just give me a minute.'

She crept back upstairs as quietly as she could. She contemplated the noise level that her rummaging would inflict and the potential of waking James. She opened the closet and with the first creek of the door she stopped as her son's little body stirred. Holding her breath she scanned the room. There on the bed, crisply laid out, and very possibly starched, were Martin's pajamas. It took all of two seconds to decide what she was going to do.

Please review. Another chapter coming up if wanted. :)