Cal knocked on Gillian's office door and then pushed it open. It was late in the evening, people were going home, Gillian was still working, this was a good time to talk to her privately. She gave him a smile as he came in.
"Got a minute?" Cal asked.
"Sure," she put her pen down, clasped her hands together, gave him her full attention.
Cal took a seat. "I have one more question."
"Ok," Gillian answered after a pause. Still needed a second to catch on to his train of thought.
"If I said 'no', it wouldn't come between us would it?"
"Absolutely not. I'd completely respect your decision."
"Then my ansa's 'yes'."
Gillian blinked. She wondered if she'd misheard. Cal just sat and gave her a neutral expression. Slowly a smile spread on her lips from her subconscious. It pooled in her eyes and she gave a light laugh as that happiness spread into her chest. "Really?"
"Yeah," Cal nodded.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah pretty sure," he started smiling.
Gillian got up and came around the desk. She kissed him on the lips. "Thank you so much." She wanted to say more. "That's all I've got, is thank you."
"That's all I need luv," Cal told her getting to his feet. He put his arms around her, held her tightly. He could feel she was breathing quickly. She gripped him very tightly. She kissed his cheek again as she pulled away.
"God I'm just so... thank you so much!"
Cal dismissed the comment.
"Really Cal, this means everything to me."
"I know."
"I definitely owe you one."
"What?" Cal gave her a disgusted expression. "No way. This is a fave-a between friends. You don't get to owe me one on this. We'll just call it your Christmas present."
"For like the next ten years."
Cal laughed lightly. "Yeah all right. And birthday's too."
"Deal," Gillian smiled broadly, her blue eyes were shining brightly. "So um, I'll make an appointment with the lawyer."
"What's that for?" Cal interrupted.
"To sign a contract."
Maybe she should have warned him. His face hardened for a second.
"Just so we're clear, about everything we've talked about."
"Right," Cal gave a slight nod, his face melting back into motion again.
"Is that ok?"
"Depends on the terms."
"Just that you waive your legal paternal rights to the child, and um, that you stipulate that you don't want compensation."
"I don't want compensation Gill," Cal cut in. "I'm just honoured to be part of it, to gift somethin' to you. That's all I want."
"And that I won't be claiming financial support."
Cal nodded. At least the contract was going to support his rights too. "So what exactly do I have to do? I mean, the medical part of it."
"Well we'll have to meet with the doctor's too but um, I would say your part would be pretty minimal."
"Jack off in to a plastic cup then is it?" Cal gave her an amused grin.
"Something like that yeah," Gillian looked away embarrassed.
"Sounds so much more straight forward than you wantin' a kidney out of me."
Gillian gave him a smile. Cal wiggled his eyebrows at her, affecting his best 'smug little boy' expression.
Gillian giggled. "You have no idea what this means to me."
"I do," Cal nodded gravely. "Trust me, I do."
