"Move over."

"Where do you want me to move to?" Cal enquired politely.

"Shift your ass slightly," Gillian told him as she stood in front of him.

"Can't see the TV!" Cal complained, giving her leg a gentle smack.

Gillian lay down on top of him and then shifted into the slight gap between Cal and the back of the couch. "What are you watching anyway?"

"Some sort of documentary."

"Fascinating."

"Was that sarcasm?"

Gillian remained silent.

"Oi, you," Cal brushed hair off her forehead awkwardly with his left hand and tucked it behind her ear. "Talkin' to you."

"I'm watching this," she answered innocently.

Cal chuckled. With his right hand he smoothed down her side. He felt around for the edge of her shirt so he could get to skin. He wasn't even paying attention to the screen anymore. Gillian pressed against his body slightly. Cal smoothed his hand up her bare torso, over the curve of her waist as far as the bend of his wrist would allow. Then back down again and further, into the back of her jeans.

"What are you doing?"

"Just checkin' things out."

"Things?"

"You."

"Hmm," she mused. "What about your documentary?"

"What about it?"

She gave a slight laugh and turned her head. As soon as her lips were within reach Cal grabbed them. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Gillian asked in a whisper.

"No. I would have cooked you dinna and made dessert and offa-ed a full body massage if I was tryin' to do that luv."

She gave a slight smirk, her blue eyes aglow. She kissed him this time, her hand coming up to stroke his ear. Cal shifted his shoulders and pushed his body weight up and turned and Gillian moved into the space he had left behind until they had turned over and Cal was now above her. He undid the buttons of her shirt to reveal a black lacy bra. "Mmm," he kissed through her cleavage. "Were you expectin' me?"

"Well it has been several weeks," Gillian's voice was strained.

"That it has," Cal responded kissing into the hollow of her throat. He had to shift his knee to get closer to her mouth. Gillian lifted her hips against him and she gave a little pant at the friction she found. Her hands tightened on his waist. Cal found her mouth while her hands were tugging his shirt up to his shoulders so she could caress over the skin of his torso. "Too long," Cal noted.

"Far too long," Gillian agreed. She moved her hands, pulled him in for another kiss, half her fingers in his hair the other half working the opening of his trousers. "As your shrink I prescribe regular sex as part of treatment." She moved again, starting to pull his shirt further up to remove it.

"Best shrink eva," Cal responded sitting back so he could tug the material over his head. He threw it to the floor next to him. Gillian gave him a hungry expression so he ignored her. He reached for her jeans and undid the button. She squirmed a little as he undid the zipper carefully. He folded back the two halves of material. She matched. "Bloody hell you're a very sexy woman you know that?" Cal looked up at her. Her eyes were so dark they almost seemed shadowed.

"Come here," Gillian requested.

"Nope. Not finished," Cal told her. He started tugging her jeans off. She lifted her hips off the couch cushions to help him. Cal struggled and she giggled. "There's like nowhere to grip." He peeled them off so they were inside out.

"That's because they look so good," Gillian informed him.

"They sure do," Cal agreed. He smoothed his hands over the curve of her knee and calves as he forced her clothing off. Then he took delight in peeling back underwear and kissing along the inside of her thighs. Lewis had been asleep for hours. They had plenty of time to play and it had been a long time since they had made love. And even better yet, they weren't interrupted.

PJ

"You know, we should really tell people we're havin' a baby."

"Do you think so?" Gillian snuggled against him.

"Well they might notice eventually," Cal trailed his fingertips over the soft skin of her bare arm.

"Hmmm," Gillian mused. They always lay like this together as they were going to sleep and winding down after their days. Cal on his back, his arm around her, Gillian on her side pressed up against him, her arm over his torso. And what about when her baby bump got bigger? Maybe he should snuggle up within her embrace.

"If they haven't all ready noticed the bump and your massive tits."

She smacked his rib cage lightly. Cal chuckled. "I'm just sayin'."

"You told me you could hardly see the bump."

"You hide it very well."

Gillian remained silent. Cal trailed his fingers back and forth some more. Her skin was very soft. He was a big fan of daily moisturising. He pushed the subject despite her silence. "Unless there's some reason in particula that you don't wanna tell anyone? You're in the second trimesta now. It's safe."

He could feel Gillian hesitate where she lay against him. He didn't need to see her face to know she was struggling with words. "It's not that."

"Oh?" Cal asked lightly. Purposefully lightly so she knew he was faking it.

"It's..." she stopped and hesitated again and then just fell silent.

"Come on darlin'."

"It's silly."

"Neva asked you to lie to me luv; out with it."

Gillian sighed and stretched slightly and then settled in exactly the same position she was in before. "I like that it's just you and me that knows right now. It's like something that's just for us only."

Cal waited for her to elaborate.

"Everything is going to get crazy when the baby comes. We won't have a minute to ourselves and everyone will want to meet him or her."

"And docta's appointments and three a.m feeds; boobs on demand and huntin' down the lyin' wankas out there and why are we doin' this again?" Cal groaned.

Gillian's arm tightened over his body. "Cos you love me."

"Oh. I thought it was cos you put out."

She slapped him again. This time a little harder.

"I thought it was that sexy arse of yours."

She smacked him again.

"Smokin' hot legs." Cal's muscles tensed slightly as he waited for a hit that didn't come. "Baby blues deepa than the Mariana trench; the freckles, your lips. Did I mention your tits are fantastic?"

"Cal what are you doing?"

"Fantasisin'."

"Oh I thought there might have been a compliment in there somewhere."

"There was," Cal dropped his teasing. "You are bloody gorgeous Gillian Lightman. And I love you very much."

"I love you too Cal Lightman." Her arm tightened over him again; a hug. "I think the only thing more exciting than having a baby right now is that it's yours."

Cal felt a violent pull in his stomach. "You win," he whispered and pressed a kiss against her hair.

"You should be used to it by now."

Cal thought about what she had said. In their game it was very hard to hide anything from their work colleagues. Half of them had probably all ready worked it out. But even so, Gillian's family wouldn't know unless they voiced it. Only Emily knew on Cal's side. He had wanted her to be the first. And it had been thrilling to tell her. He wanted people to know. He was excited. And so was Gillian when she let herself be. But then again, it was kind of nice that they were the only two (aside from Emily of course) who knew about the baby. It was extra special in a way. Cal kissed his wife's head and let his silence speak for him. He was willing to play along, at least for a little while longer.

PJ

"Hi Emily," Gillian's voice immediately softened. She listened for a moment. Cal washed his hands under the kitchen sink. He turned as he was drying them. Gillian had a smile on her face. She looked over at Cal, as if whatever Emily was saying had everything to do with him. The smile got a little brighter. "Yeah he's here." A pause. "Sure." She held the phone out to him. "You still owe me a dinner," she warned.

"I cooked most of this one. Doesn't that count?"

"No, it doesn't."

Cal took the phone. "Em can I call you back? Gillian has me chained to the stove and she's got a cattle prod and is promisin' to castrate me if I don't cook for her. Late-a she said she was gonna make me clean the showe-a with my own toothbrush." A handful of potato skins suddenly flew at Cal's head. He ducked away from them just the first struck the back of his neck. He yelped and jumped and the remainders fell to the floor. Gillian laughed and Cal sped into the bedroom for peace and quiet.

"I'm here," Cal spoke into the receiver again.

"Did you break your chains?"

"Yes. I managed to sneak away unda heavy artillery fire."

"Domestic bliss huh?"

"Yep," Cal worked the potato peel down the back of his shirt until it fell out onto the ground behind him. "So how are you my darlin'?"

"I'm good. You sound chipper."

Cal took the potato peel to the window and opened it. "I feel pretty good."

"I'm glad. You sounded pretty flat last time we talked. But then I guess you'd just had surgery."

"Yeah." Cal threw the potato peel into the garden against the fence.

"Got your stitches out?"

"I did. Had anotha scan. Everythin' is great."

"That's great!"

"Yeah."

"Well I won't keep you long seeing as you're about to have dinner and so are we. I got a call from Mom yesterday about Thanksgiving."

"Oh yeah," Cal lay flat on the bed.

"She invited Ajay and myself to have lunch with her and Brendon."

"Who's Brendon?" Cal interjected.

"Her boyfriend."

"Did I know about him?"

"You should do. He was at your birthday."

"Oh right. She still with him then?"

"Yes. And it's going well and she wants me to get to know him a little better."

"Well if I had known it was serious I would have made more of an effort at my birthday."

"Well here's your big chance to make it up to her then," Emily sounded like she was going to sell him a vacuum cleaner.

"What does it involve?" Cal narrowed his eyes at the ceiling.

"Thanksgiving. Keep up Dad."

"Oi."

"She thought about inviting you too but she wasn't sure how it would go down. It's been a long time since we had Thanksgiving together as a family." Emily paused slightly. "You know, a lot of things have happened since I was living at home."

"Right," Cal acknowledged. "Well. I'd have to talk to Gillian about it first."

"Sure."

"And there's kind of something else."

"Oh what now?" Emily half teased but Cal could hear an undertone of seriousness in there too. Or worry.

"Gillian and I are kind of in the process of adoptin' a baby girl."

"Oh my God, are you serious?"

"Yes."

"When?"

Cal hated it when she asked that. Too many variables.

"Tell me everything," Emily demanded.

Cal explained the story. "So that's why we haven't told anyone just yet."

"I see," Emily acknowledged. "I guess that's fair enough. I doubt Mom will mind that there's one more body in the house. She'll only be little. It's not like she's going to eat dinner."

Cal gave a light chuckle. "It was more the rubbin' my family in her face that I was thinkin' about."

"She's trying to let water run under the bridge. You guys got closer when I graduated and you'll have to stand each other's presence again when I get married so... you know... might be a good opportunity."

"All right, all right," Cal cut her off. "I'm not tryin' to actively keep her out of my life." Actually maybe he was. "I'll talk to Gill and have an answa ready for when she calls."

"Thanks Dad. I'd really like it if we were all together for Thanksgiving. Especially after the last month with you being sick. And with Ajay and I being in another city."

"Way to lay on the guilt nice and thick," Cal complained.

"Learnt from the best. Love you Dad. I gotta go."

"Love you too," Cal managed before she had hung up.