A/N: Again, thanks for the reviews! Hope you like this part, I apologise in advance that I am rubbish at writing fluff.
~Mini Peacelet~
Born To Fly - Part 4
Nikki clambered into the cosy, king-sized bed, adjusting the bedding to her own comfort so she could relish the heat the blanket generated against her silky skin. The room was snug, an intimate aura hovering in the air; bedside lamps glowing a subtle yellow, radiating adequate light. "What are you doing?" Her voice reverberated the chamber melodiously, curiously perceiving her wife gazing out the glass panelled windows into the night sky.
"Just stargazing." The blonde smiled idyllically, staring at the velvety, midnight-blue heavens, adorned with millions of twinkling stars shining lustrously. "I find it so peaceful and calming."
The younger female focused her attention on the shimmering - full - moon, a blissful white combined with taints of a bright grey. It owned the sky. Glowing observantly and contently. Engulfed in harmless hallucinations, she wondered if the ancient myths were true; the moon tasting of cheese, an unidentified species of living creature who had made the distant feature their home, and the rhyme of hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumps over the moon. It was fake rubbish, she knew it was. But it was her inner child heart becoming present. These were legends that their child, if the IVF was successful, would one day learn.
"Did you see that?!" Christine gasped, interrupting her wife's trance.
"See what?" Nikki narrowed her gaze, scrutinising the fraction of sky that the headmistress concentrated upon. She couldn't see anything that was special or exceptionally appealing. But listened curiously, interested.
"The shooting star." The blonde pulled the thick, good quality curtains across the window, trapping the night and dusk outside of the cosy bedroom. She then padded across the wooden floor and the fluffy rug and joined her wife in the bed.
"Did you make a wish?"
Christine nodded, "Of course."
With a spirited yet mischievous grin, the brunette responded, "What did you wish for?" Her fingertips trailed up the bare skin of her best friend's arm, a sweet expression visible in her bubbling orbs.
She laughed tenderly, tapping Nikki on the tip of her nose playfully, "If I tell you it won't come true."
Nikki pouted, tugging the duvet further as she snuggled into her lover, seeking all the warmth she could acquire. Despite it being late April - nearly May - to her the nights still seemed as chilly as they were in the midst of winter. She tactfully - incredibly sneakily - positioned her icy feet on Christine's warm legs to thaw. "What?" She puckered innocently when the head teacher jumped and swore loudly.
Christine grimaced with clenched teeth and enveloped her wife into her embrace, holding her tight. "It's just as well I love you. Not just anybody get's away with sticking their freezing feet on me!"
The English teacher smirked, "I love you too." She tentatively rested her head on the blonde's chest, nestling closer.
The older woman raked her fingers gently through her wife's sleek bob, "You're rather snuggly tonight." She commented gracefully; factually. Although she wasn't complaining. She was never usually this cuddly, it was a pleasant change that she was willing to savour.
Nikki burrowed her face into Christine's stomach, concealing her cheeks that had flushed a faint crimson. "Shut up." She murmured feebly. She was embarrassed at how absurdly soppy she was currently being. Soppy was never a word that was associated with her. Never. But it was precisely appropriate at the moment. Accurate.
"I never thought I'd be able to call Sargent Boston soppy." The blonde teased, brushing a lock of chestnut-coloured hair away from her wife's prominent jawline, revealing part of her unblemished contours.
"Christineee." She whined, loathing being tormented over something so mushy and sentimental. It wasn't even her fault. She couldn't control her emotions. And that was what made it a whole lot worse. She had noticeable reactions to the hormonal injections, fluctuating mood swings. Christine was appreciative of this though, but much preferred her wife's snuggly and sweet moods to her grumpy and irritable ones. In some respects, she was glad that she wasn't going to try carrying the baby - the idea of injecting herself repeatedly daily made her shudder..
"Where are we going?" Nikki inquired inquisitively as she studied the housing estate Christine was navigating her way through, "Or should I say where are we?" She rephrased her question as her wife parked outside a large, detached house, privately owned. She didn't recognise the address, clueless to who lived their and perplexed to why they were even there.
"You'll see." The blonde smiled as she emerged from the vehicle, refusing to reveal any secrets about the surprise she had arranged for the younger woman. "Come on, everything will soon be explained."
Nikki huffed and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut and followed her lover to the door, impatiently awaiting an explanation. Christine briefly flashed a reassuringly smile before knocking on the door. She greeted the female who evidently lived at the house and they were shown into a spacious lounge where in the corner was a cluster of tiny kittens huddled together in a basket with a blanket.
"When I first implied that our home was too quiet, you suggested that we got a cat or a dog originally...so I thought that we could get a kitten because it would still be okay when we finally have a baby because cats are relatively independent and it'll liven the house up in the mean time." Christine smiled as she enlightened her partner into her thoughts.
A joyful grin danced across the brunette's lips, "I love that idea!" She beamed, ecstatic at having a distraction from trying for a baby. A baby that she still wasn't keen on having. The little kitten would be something positive for her.
"They are all twelve weeks old and have had their first vaccinations, so you can choose one and we can take him or her home today."
"But we haven't got any stuff in preparation? Like a cat basket, food, toys..." The former army captain frowned. She preferred to be prepared, especially for something like this.
A friendly conceited smirk was plastered on Christine's face, "Don't worry, we have all the essentials at home. I've already bought them, they are just hidden because
I wanted this to be a surprise. Now go pick a kitten!"
She zealously tossed her arms around her wife and kissed her zealously, "I love you." She beamed before descending to her knees gradually and looking at the bundles of fur, "They're all so cute, how can I choose just one?" She sighed sadly. She finally selected a kitten; a male tabby that appeared to be smaller than the others and slightly separated from his siblings, the sort of kitten that people wouldn't want. "This one." She announced as she held him carefully in her grasp.
"A perfect choice. I guess we had better start thinking of names for this sweet little boy." The head teacher smiled, stroking the kitten's tiny head gently.