1 hour later
"Well," Luka concluded, wiping the cake crumbs off his navy pants, " That was delicious."
"Thanks," Carter smiled, " I made it myself."
We all looked at him in shock.
"Ok, ok, I bought it from the bakery around the corner."
Susan punched him lightly on the arm, "I was gonna say, a spunk who could cook, how'd I ever let you get away."
"Hey, he's mine!" I warned, sinking down on the tea room couch next to Carter and putting my arm around him in a mock show of possessiveness.
"That's ok," Susan replied cheekily, "Cos he's not a spunk either."
Carter pouted, and me and Susan started to giggle.
"It's a pity Weaver couldn't be here," Gallant interrupted, genuine concern edging his voice, "Maybe we should have waited for her a bit longer."
"Don't worry about it, you heard her, she hates birthdays," Luka assured him.
"Yeah, but still…….."
"We better get back to work," Carter said, standing up and putting his plate in the sink.
"You're such a party pooper," I told him, swinging my legs around until I was laying down on the couch, "There's hardly any patients at all, just let Weaver and Romano handle it."
"Nah, he's right, I better go," Susan sighed. "Meet me at the end of your shift Abby," she called before disappearing out of the door.
"Ok," I replied pointlessly, the brown door swinging shut but I had even opened my mouth.
"I'm just going to stay here for the rest of the day," I informed the others, a yawn escaping from my mouth as I made no attempt to stifle it.
I picked up a cushion and placed it behind my head, wriggling around until I was comfortable.
"Mind if I join you," Carter asked, walking over and sitting down at my feet.
"I thought you were going back out there."
"Nah I don't have to now, Susan's gone."
I picked up another cushion and chucked it at his cheekily grinning face.
"That's not nice Carter," Luka joked.
"She said I wasn't spunky!"
I began to giggle, hearing the word 'spunky' come out of John Carter's mouth just somehow didn't seem right.
Carter glared at me, only a hint of laughter playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Oh I'm sorry," I amended, reaching out to ruffle his hair, "I think your gorgeous."
"How about you two get a room," Gallant wisecracked, turning to Luka and rolling his eyes. I noticed that somehow Luka didn't seem quite so amused.
Ever since our breakup I'd been really trying not to show too much affection for John in front of Luka. I saw the pain in his eyes, and it only made me feel bad. I knew he deserved so much more than I was able to offer him. But lately, as my relationship with Carter progressed, it was growing harder and harder to hide our feelings.
We all sat in silence for awhile, enjoying the peace and quite.
Luka and Gallant were seated at the table, Luka poring over today's newspaper and Gallant going through some letters that he'd pulled from his pocket.
On the couch I closed my eyes as John begin to slowly trace patterns up and down my arm.
I was so comfortable I could just about have gone to sleep.
But it wasn't long before the quiet was disrupted, and our lives were thrown into chaos.
Note: ok I no these ch's are really short but im just kinda blurting it out as I think it up. Plz plz plz review. I want to no if its worth continuing. Any advice is welcome. Cya.
