Camille called Catherine to know the news.
"So, Cath? How was your Christmas?" Camille asked.
"My Christmas was great, Camille. And yours?"
"My Christmas was great too, but that's not what I asked you," Camille replied.
"How not? That's exactly what you asked me," Catherine told her.
"Don't be silly, Catherine. You interrupted my video call yesterday and didn't even let me talk to him" Camille complained.
"Sorry, Camille. You have to acknowledge that you've put me in a lot of embarrassing situations and I don't want to go through this again," Catherine told her sister.
"Sometimes you need a little push, sister," Camille said and smiled.
"Not this time. I'll just do what my heart tells me without anyone's influence, not even you, sister. I'm sorry."
"All right, Catherine, I understand."
"Well, I don't want opinions, but I can tell you what my Christmas Eve was like," Catherine told Camille.
"Yay! Tell me everything!" Camille said.
Catherine told Camille everything. "Wow! Damn phone! Pick up that phone and throw it at the wall next time," Camille said.
"I can't do that. It could have been my phone ringing too," Catherine replied.
"Well, that is true. This phone of yours is also a killjoy, it rings at the most inconvenient times," Camille said.
"So I can't complain him."
"You definitely can't complain about him, and he will also understand when you have to go when a hospital patient needs you."
"I hope so, Camille. Now, please, let me see my beautiful nephew."
"I'll get him," Camille said and got up to pick up the baby.
Steve was at the crime scene when Danny called.
Steve sighed. He knew Danny would ask thousands of indiscreet questions. "Hey, Danny."
"What's up, Steve?"
"I'm fine and you?" Steve said.
"I'm reasonably fine, just wanted to be out of this bed. How was your Christmas night with her?"
"It was good, Danny."
"Only that?" Danny asked.
"Danny ..." Steve hesitated to answer. "Don't be indiscreet."
"You won't tell me, are you?" Danny asked.
"No, Danny. I'm in a horrible crime scene. We'll talk later, buddy," Steve said and ended the call.
Steve came home too late. He didn't want to bother Catherine, but the urge to hear her voice made him call her in the middle of the night.
"Sorry to wake you up," he said.
"It's okay, Steve. I'm glad to hear your voice," she replied.
"But you look upset. I just didn't see you because I got home now," Steve said. He was justifying himself because he thought she was upset with him.
"Yeah, I'm upset, but not with you," Catherine replied.
"So what is it?" he asked.
"My brother-in-law kept me from seeing my nephew on the video call and made my sister lie to me. She said the boy was sleeping and I heard his voice. It hurts," Catherine said and let some tears run down her cheeks.
Steve realized from her voice that she was crying. "I'm so sorry, Cath."
"Thank you. Go rest, you sure had a tiring day," she said.
"Yes, I did. And I missed you."
"I missed you too. Will we see each other tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yes, I hope so."
"See you tomorrow then," Catherine told him.
"See you tomorrow, Cath."
The next day Steve got up early, though he had little sleep, and went swimming as usual.
He left the sea after a while and entered the house. The doorbell rang before he climbed the stairs.
He smiled as he opened the door. "Hey!"
"Hey! I brought you breakfast," Catherine said.
Steve came over and kissed her lightly. "I got out of the sea now and was going to take a shower. Come on, let's go upstairs." Steve took the bag from her hand and set it on the table.
"What a wonderful view, Steve," Catherine said as she looked to the yard.
"Glad you liked it," he said. He took her by the hand and they went to the bedroom.
"You didn't tell me how you got here," Steve told her.
"Well, Danny gave me your address."
"Does he have your phone number?" Steve asked.
"No, but he gave me his number and said I could call him at any time if I needed to," Catherine replied.
"What a bastard!" Steve said.
"Why?" Catherine asked.
"Catherine, don't listen to the things he says about me."
Catherine smiled. "He said nothing, just gave me your address."
"Ok. I'll take a shower and be right back."
"Ok," she answered.
"Don't get out of there," he said before entering the bathroom.
Catherine laughed. "I'm not leaving, Steve."
A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom.
"Oh my God!" Catherine thought as he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel only.
"I hope you don't mind me coming to your house without warning," Catherine said.
"No, I loved that you came," Steve said and hugged her. "Can we continue where we left off?"
"Yes we can," she replied.
Steve kissed her without haste, as this time he hung up the phone.