A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing, I love reading yours reviews. Hope you like this instalment, things will get more exciting in the next chapter! What did we all think of Waterloo Road's return tonight? Also thanks to the girls who gave suggestions as to what to name the kitten! :D
~Mini Peacelet~
Born To Fly - Part 5
"Have you thought of any names yet?" Christine inquired curiously as she perched on the leather sofa beside her wife.
"Not really," The brunette shook her head, gazing contently at the new addition to their household.
"Hugo?"
"No."
They repeatedly went round in circles, Nikki disagreeing with Christine's suggestions, although she wasn't actually making any of her own. Still in deep contemplation and wanting the perfect name for their first pet.
"What about Tabby?"
"We are not calling our tabby cat Tabby." Nikki stated candidly, stroking her hand over the kitten's back, "I think we're both capable of thinking of something more creative and original. I want it to be something more personal to us."
The blonde stifled a mild chuckle, "I guess you're right." She did agree with her wife, they were more imaginative than that suggestion, "What about Sergeant Boston?"
A dainty descending curve refined the former army captain's lips, "You want to name the cat after me? No, I don't think so." She shook her head and dismissed the recommendation. "I don't know, I've always wanted to own a cat named Fiddles but I think it should be something more individual and special to us."
"I like Fiddles." Christine approved and pursed her lips together momentarily, "I don't know, we both have a strong love for English so maybe something to do with that? Like Hamlet, Atticus, Lenny, Antonio, Macbeth, Romeo, or Puck."
Nikki pondered fleetingly, she quite liked the idea of naming him something related to English Literature. She was in a dilemma over what name to choose, favouring more than one. "What about Sergeant Fiddles Shakespeare? Obviously, we'll shorten it to something else to call him around the house." She wanted to include a combination of her own notions and her wife's.
The headmistress laughed shortly, "Well that's a long name for a little kitten but oddly I like. I think it suits him." She beamed, "Oh look, I think he approves." She commented as the kitten stretched as he woke, extending his tiny paw to catch Nikki's hand disapprovingly as she tickled his little, white belly.
Sergeant Fiddles Shakespeare.
"Nik, there is really no need for Fiddles to sleep in our bed." Christine frowned as she gracefully descended into their cosy bed. It wasn't a statement, more of a hint for action. A polite nudge though.
The brunette pouted, rich orbs expressing strong poignancy, "Why not? It's his first night on his own." Her hormones were still evidently all over the place, her current feelings of sentimental raw.
"What about if we bring his basket in here?" The blonde compromised, "As cute as he is, I do object to a kitten sharing our bed." She comprehended that one night could easily evolve into every night, and that if the feline learnt that he was allowed to share as a youngster, they would never be able to evict him successfully, "We'll give him a blanket to snuggle under so he will feel like he is with his siblings."
Christine rolled over as she roused subsequently to muting her blaring alarm clock, elongating a slender arm to delicately wrap around her wife's waist. An instant frown suppressed her features as she learnt that the brunette wasn't next to her. Her partner's side of the bed was cold and vacant. It wasn't rare for Nikki not to be present when she woke, she often attended to go for a run in the mornings before work, but she would always leave a scribbled note on her pillow. There was nothing.
The blonde inclined forward, brushing her messy, untamed hair from her face and glanced towards the cat basket, hazarding a guess that her wife would be with their kitten. She wasn't. Fiddles remained curled up fast asleep. She kicked the bedding away, freeing her limbs from the tangle of sheets and planted her feet firmly on the wooden floor, shuddering at the bitterness colliding with her warm feet.
As she padded downstairs, enfolding herself in her snug dressing gown on the way, the aroma of singing tickled her nostrils. She couldn't decide whether she found this relieving or not. It could indicate many things. The headmistress ambled to the kitchen doorway, leaning against the painted frame. A sigh of relief floated from her plump lips; Nikki was humming melodiously to the radio that reverberated the background whilst cooking breakfast.
The charred smell was self explained, the deputy head had evidently burnt something. Not that she was surprised, it wasn't the first time she had 'over cooked' something as she preferred to claim. The kitchen was in an alarming state; she hadn't though it was actually possible to create such disorder while preparing breakfast!
Nikki jarred slightly as she captured sight of Christine, startled. "How long have you been there?" She queried as she popped two slices of white bread into the toaster and pressed the leaver down, then flicking the kettle on to boil.
She shrugged faintly, "Not long."
"I couldn't sleep." The former army captain confessed, "So I was going to make you breakfast in bed but it didn't really go to plan." She chewed her lip apprehensively. She had managed to burn the porridge to the pan, then singed the contributions to a fry up. She concluded that the fry up would be the better of the two meals, or at least the more edible.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Christine smiled as she dropped teabags into two mugs and added adequate amounts of sugar, water and milk. Although after tasting the food, she concluded that breakfasts any more complicated than toast or cereal she should stick to making. Nikki's food left a charred flavour, not exactly classified as edible.