25 Days of Camie
Day 9 - Ice Skating
Tuesday, December 9th
Stuart and Leanne had invited them to go ice skating, which meant each of them had to raid their parents' attics for skates. Jamie made a big show in picking Cathy up from her office, waiting in the reception area with his skates over his shoulder.
"We're going skating," he said to the receptionist. "Training for the Olympics, you know. We're very serious about it."
Of course, he failed to mention that neither of them were very athletic and would spend most of the time on their behinds.
"Should have worn sweats, dear," Cathy quipped as Jamie slid on his knees. "Your jeans are going to be soaked."
"That's the fun of it!" He steadied himself against the wall of the rink, inching toward her. "It gives me an incentive not to fall so much."
"You're not the one who has to wash them."
"It's water!"
"It's water concentrated with dirt and grime."
He nudged her. "Don't be such a killjoy."
"Then don't give me a reason to kill the joy."
He picked her up, spinning around and causing both of them to fall over. They lay on the ice for a moment, laughing and trying to get back up.
"Uncle Jamie! Uncle Jamie!" Jack stumbled over to them. "Dad's taking a break, so can you play cowboys with me?"
"Sure, kiddo." He picked himself up, pulling Cathy to her feet. "You'd better run! I'm gonna get you!"
Cathy watched the two of them with a small smile, slowly becoming lost in thought. Jamie was skating after Jack…no, not Jack. This boy was a brunette, and he was much smaller. He had her face and his eyes, and he collapsed into giggles as Jamie caught up to him. And she was sitting on a bench nearby, smiling as they skated up to join her. The boy was in Jamie's lap, falling asleep; Jamie was smiling at her, kissing her and rubbing her swollen belly…
And suddenly she could actually feel his lips on hers. She jumped, slipping and flailing her arms. He caught her easily before she hit the ice.
"Dozing off is a bit dangerous, don't you think?" He smirked, kissing her forehead. "Leanne made hot chocolate if you want some."
"Sure…" She absently followed him, still off in her own world.
Later that night, she bit her lip before asking, "Do you…ever think about kids?"
He was silent before he shrugged. "Yeah, of course." He quirked an eyebrow. "I know you don't like doing anything on weeknights, but if you really to…"
"I meant eventually. Like…soon. Or…I don't know." She sighed. "I just don't…"
"He or she will have a wonderful mother, don't you worry." He pulled her to his side. "And if it's a boy, well…he'll have my stunning good looks, obviously."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Of course."
He gave her a lingering kiss, turning out the light. "Good night, Cathy. I love you."
"Good night, Jamie. I love you, too."