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Thursday
Something wasn't right. Alec needed help with his little cocaine problem. Okay. That was where Christine came in. But… Cal had detected a slight nervousness and fear from Alec when the two had spoken. So the question was, what did that mean? That he was having an affair after all?
"Knock knock," Gillian called, poking her head in Cal's open office door. "May I come in?"
Cal gave a sharp nod and Gillian padded across the room and sat across from him on the cool black leather couch. She folded her legs underneath her, exhaling softly. The two sat in silence for a moment, studying each other.
"Cal..." Gillian began. She paused and licked her lips. "Cal, Alec's not... I trust him."
Cal saw the uncertainty in her eyes. "Not completely," he accused gently.
"Well, mostly," she admitted.
"That's the truth."
Gillian swallowed and looked away from him. The doubt had always shadowed her from the moment they married years ago. There had been uncertainty in Alec's eyes even when he stood across from her on the altar.
Cal left his office chair and flopped down on the couch beside Gillian.
"You okay?" Gillian asked.
"Never been better," he replied lightly.
"Liar."
Gillian smiled sympathetically at Cal, but he just shrugged it off, knowing that she knew the truth. Yeah, he had had better days. Alec was still troubling him; there was just something up. And Zoe. She never quite disappeared from Cal's mind, not since that night a week and a half ago.
"Cal?" Gillian asked hesitantly.
"Yeah?" Something in her tone alerted him.
"Well... never mind."
Cal gazed intently at her. He chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "You can tell me anything, Gill," he prompted.
"Yeah, I do know."
"Well?" Cal probed.
"It's nothing, Cal. Forget it." Her words told him it was no big deal, but her lips, her forehead, her eyes told him otherwise.
"Liar," he said halfheartedly. He was rewarded with a small smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.
Gillian shook her head slowly, trying to organize her thoughts. A single tear rolled down her cheek before she could wipe it away. Cal instinctively reached up and stopped it with his thumb. Gillian's gaze flickered to him, and he couldn't recall ever making the decision to do anything.
No words were spoken, and before he knew it, Gillian's mouth was on his. Cal slid a hand down her back. All worries vanished from his mind. Alec was gone. Zoe was gone. Gillian was his world, his universe, the only thing that mattered. And that was the way it was always meant to be.
Gillian wrapped her arms around Cal's neck, pulling him down closer to her. Her lips parted, and -
"Dad?"
Gillian and Cal broke apart, quickly detangling with an awkward cough.
"Emily, what are you doing here?" Cal asked loudly, standing and smoothing his shirt.
"Um... It's Thursday... I always bring you Chinese on Thursdays for dinner," Emily said. Her eyes darted from Cal to Gillian and back again, a knowing grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Well thanks," Cal said, grabbing the plastic take out bag from his daughter's hands.
"I thought you said Dr. Foster was married…?"
"I am," Gillian cut in, flashing her wedding ring.
"Then…" Emily shrugged, struggling to keep a straight face. "Okay. See you at home dad. Maybe you too, Dr. Foster," she said slyly. Emily spun on her heel and strode out of the office without a backwards glance. The door swung shut with a satisfying click.
"Well, where were we?" Cal asked spinning back to face Gillian, who was still seated on the couch.
"Here," Gillian whispered. She grabbed Cal's shirt and pulled him down on top of her. Their lips, once again, met.