A/N: I've re wrote this chapter, and re wrote it several times. Still not completely happy with it but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer for an update. This is the final chapter. Thank you to those who have read and reviewed :)

~Mini Peacelet~


Part 5

The two females emerged from Christine's vehicle, slamming the doors shut subsequently to gathering their bags and folders. Their conversation was soon resumed, simply enjoying one another's company, nattering and laughing with content. The blonde approached her front door first, Nikki in close pursuit, their shoes crunching against the loose gravel that had entered the drive. She slotted her key into the door, frowning faintly as she was unable to twist the key. Reaching up with her hand, she pushed the handle, and the door opened. "I'm sure I locked this this morning." She stated, attempting to recall whether she actually had or not.

Nikki thought back to that morning before inputing what she could, or rather couldn't, remember, "I'm not sure," she shrugged, "We were in a rush this morning..."

Christine shrugged and dismissed the subject, entering her house and recommencing the conversation they were engaged in as Nikki followed her in.

Connor was perched on the leather sofa, having witnessed his mother surface from her car with Miss Boston, he waited quietly in the lounge knowing it would only be a matter of time before the two women ventured into the cosiness and relaxed atmosphere that the living room provided.

The blonde flicked the kettle on as she passed through the kitchen, then proceeding to amble into the lounge, her lover still pursuing her footsteps. Her cheerful smile rapidly plummeted to a frown, a state of shock and panic as her luscious orbs observed Connor. She had to think quickly, cover up for the real reason that Nikki Boston was with her. Nikki was about to query if Christine was okay or not when she suddenly paused beside the headmistress, understanding the hasty change in personality. The mood in the room was uncomfortable, definitely an icy edge as everyone basked the silence for a moment.

"I thought you were going to Imogen's?" Christine spoke first, her voice wavering and varying in pitch despite her best attempts to sound natural. Her eyes flickered around, searching for something to draw her attention so she didn't have to direct her gaze to her son.

"I was but there's been a change of plan," Connor simply replied, remaining to see if Christine would explain why Nikki was present.

Christine nodded, satisfied with his response, "Oh okay. Miss Boston's just here to help me with some admin work." She decided that was the most logical and believable excuse.

Connor's eyebrow puckered, "Really?" He wasn't convinced although the blonde was a moderate liar.

She frowned at her response being questioned, "Yes." The one word response was sharp, perhaps too sharp.

"I'd prefer it if you were just bluntly truthful with me." Connor stated as he regained his footing; standing up provided more strength and a hidden drive for her to be honest with him.

"I-I am," Christine was appalled, stuttering over such an easy sentence. Definitely not assuring.

"Look Mum, I know." Connor figured that the only way he was going to discover the truth was if he confronted her, "I know about you and Miss Boston. She's wearing your shoes." He gestured to her feet, "and I found her ankle boot in the laundry basket - dare I even ask how that got there?" To this, Nikki was unable to restrict her chortle as she learned where her shoe had mysteriously disappeared to, "I went to put the shoe back in your room and I saw her perfume and all her other things all over the place...it's so obvious."

Christine chewed intensely on her bottom lip, astonished to ascertain how noticeable everything that she wanted to keep a secret was. She glanced at Nikki briefly, able to concentrate on the loving support displaying in her dazzling orbs momentarily. She inhaled a quick breath, "Miss Boston and I are seeing each other," she murmured, bravery outstanding.

Connor nodded, "Why couldn't you be truthful with me in the first place? Are you ashamed or something?" He inquired.

"I'm sorry," Christine sighed as she raked her slender fingers through her hair, the brunette entwining her hand in her free palm and squeezing reassuring, showing a silent for of support to which she was immensely thankful of, "I just didn't know how you would react...I was going to tell you in my own time."

"All I want is for you to be honest with me. I'm happy that you're happy. It doesn't bother me who you're with as long as long as you are." Connor said.

"Okay, well I'm going to Nikki's tonight," Christine said, twisting to look at Nikki.


"Can we drop the Miss Boston please?" Nikki requested once they were upstairs, a subtle smirk dancing upon her lips as she rolled her cornflower blue eyes at the chosen professional term of address.

Christine laughed softly at the groan in her partner's tone, "Of course, sorry."

Nikki brushed her lips against Christine's, almost teasingly, "And my shoe in the laundry basket - seriously, of all the places," the obscure location made her giggle repeatedly.

"I have no idea how that happened," Christine laughed, her response honest; she really had no idea.

"If you say so," The brunette teased, certain that Christine had been the most tipsy last night. She was aware of her limit and stuck to it because of it being a work night.

Christine kissed Nikki gently, "do you think Connor's okay about us?" She asked anxiously, her mind still remaining concerned about her son's reaction.

"It was awkward," Nikki admitted, "but he seems okay with it. I guess time will tell," she spoke softly, her northern accent floating in the air.

Christine nodded, rotating round to start collecting some clothes to accompany her to Nikki's for the night. Nikki watched her for a moment, before contently wrapping her arms around the older woman's waist. She had learnt that one of Christine's weakness's was just how ticklish she was, and she soon obtained her attention again. The headmistress pirouetted around in her embrace, fidgeting slightly as Nikki purposely tickled her, "Nikstar," she grumbled with a pout.

"Yes Chrissiepops?" Nikki smirked, her orbs bubbling with lust and a cheeky glint. Their unique nicknames for each other had been acquires one evening whilst they were both intoxicated, and if they were quite honest, they had both become rather fond of them. Before she had the opportunity to reply, Nikki pressed her lips against Christine's and guided her towards the double bed.

Christine laughed tenderly, settling in Nikki's arms. Sometimes, there were some perks to being shorter than Nikki, although there had been many a time she had tried to argue that she was taller. "You know, sometimes Nikstar, you can be really annoying." She joked. Nikki often distracted her whenever she attempted to do something constructive.