A.N this is a bit of a fluff and doesn't really contribute to the plot, im still trying to get to grips with using the website and I don't really plan what im going to write so this is just something that spilled from my brain after I finished work..
Nikki was already sat at the table when Tom came downstairs. He had his shirt half buttoned up and his tie hung loosely around his neck, as for his bottom half, just a pair of boxer shorts.
'morning love' he said, planting a kiss firmly on Nikki's head and wrapping his arms around her shoulders pulling her in to an embrace.
'Morning' she replied, returning the embrace, taking in his scent.
'Did I put my trousers on to wash? I can't find them' Tom pawed through the washing in search of his trousers 'Nik?'
Nikki looked distant as though she wasn't really concentrating on her porridge which she was now just pushing round the bowl
'What? Oh I think they're in the dryer'.
'Oh, found them, cheers love' Tom fished his trousers out of the tumble dryer and smiled at his girlfriend, there was something not quite right about her this morning. 'Nik, are you ok?'
'I', Nikki considered her answer, 'I'm fine, just didn't sleep very well'
'Nikki, you don't need to keep worrying about exam week, your kids will do great, you're a brilliant teacher and everyone knows it' he cupped her face in his hands pushing back the loose strands of her brunette locks and rubbing his nose on hers. 'Shouldn't you be getting dressed?'
'Yeah I'll come up in a minute love' said Nikki who was still wearing Tom's dressing gown.
'Ok' Tom trudged back upstairs with his trousers slung over his shoulder; apparently no one had heard of an iron in the Clarkson household.
Nikki clasped her hands over her stomach,
'There goes the father of my child' she thought to herself.