There was one thing Abby wasn't expecting when she came home from the bar. Blankets and pillows strewn everywhere, couch cushions and chairs all creating some massive tent like creation, but that is exactly what she found when she turned the key and opened the door.
"Connor Gregory Temple," She called, watching as he crawled out one side and gave her innocent puppy-dog eyes. [Curse that bloody face to hell, she despised it. Mostly because when he gave her that look, she let him do anything he wanted.]
"What?" He asked. She wouldn't honestly yell at him for building forts, would she? He had worked hours on this beauty and didn't wish to tear it down. Not yet, anyway. He quite liked sleeping under them.
"What exactly is all this?" She'd not had a blanket fort since she was a little girl. She liked to hide in them and pretend she was camping in a far away place. When she was an adult, she didn't care nor have the time to build one. Not like this man seemed to have.
"Blanket fort, of course! The best of the best!" Connor claimed, standing up and gesturing dramatically. Maybe he could make it seem cool and it would lower her annoyance level. He didn't wish to make her angry at him, just wished for a bit of fun.
"Why is it in my living room?" How would she even manage to get from place to place? He must've worked on this thing for hours and used all the blankets and quilts in the house to create it. She supposed he didn't become an inventor for no reason. "And part of the kitchen?"
"I—-uh—-I don't know how it got here?" Connor tried, a smile playing at his lips. Could she honestly not see how great these were? "Abs, you aren't actually mad are you? Blanket forts are bloody awesome! Used to build them all the time in university. Let me tell you, watching Doctor Who under them was great…"
"Connor, your definition of 'bloody awesome' and mine are completely different. I haven't found these things any sort of awesome since I was nine or so." That was a bit of a stretch. She was probably fourteen when she stopped building them. She liked building them under the bed when she was small enough to squeeze under there.
"Don't knock them until you try them, eh? Just come on! Please?" Was he resorting to begging? Yes. But he was proud to resort to begging. It was important to him that he leave this for at least one night. He needed to take pictures and experience sleeping in one again. It'd been too long. "I'll let you do anything you want if you let me keep it for a night!"
"Fine. Help me find a way to my bedroom, though?" She gave a slight laugh, giving into his childish demands.
"Oh…bedroom…shit…" He tried to find a path way that had her avoid crawling underneath the blankets, but eventually gave up. "Yeah, you're going to have to go under there."
"And let me guess…you raided my bedroom for extra blankets and pillows?"
He gave a sheepish look and a bit of a chuckle, looking down at the floor. "Maybe."
"You, Connor Temple, are ridiculous."
"Well…you could spend the night in there with me?"
"And you're very mad."
After a bit of convincing and Abby seeing she had no other option, since she agreed to let him keep it for the night, she found herself curled up in a quilt, pillows softening the floor, and blankets and at least one towel above them. Connor was very careful about the way he moved and what was shifted for their amusement, such as the telly and his gaming console, as well as the laptop.
Pictures had been taken, including a picture of them cuddled up next to each other, big smiles on both their faces, everlasting proof that Abby Maitland had succumbed to blanket forts and a puppy-dog face.