At Gillian's everything was quiet. She was in the middle of the living room, Sinatra playing on the stereo and her body swaying to the beat of the song. Gillian was on her very pink silk pajamas and her hair was a messy. She had taken a bath and now she was having a relaxing moment. For the next months she couldn't have alcohol so she will stick with Sinatra. After all she felt like the result was the same. Clean body and cleared mind, she looked over her shoulder to the kitchen and thought about having something to eat, but she didn't feel like eating. Some kind of laziness was running throw her body and she starts felling heavy. An aggressive knock on her front door makes her to jump and her head is now attentive.
"Gillian, I know you're inside please open the door!" Cal was desperate to know and his head was full of questions that he almost didn't know were to start.
Gillian recognized Cal's voice and she felt like all her job about relaxing was just a waste of time and energy. Now she was more alarmed than before and a tremble run throw her body. She reached for the housecoat, don't even bothering to close it. When she opened the door and get a glimpse of Cal's state she knew before any question that he was aware of her state. She unlocked the door, and opened just enough to see Cal's body outside then she gets back to the living room. She turns off the music and gets her slippers on. She took the book on the couch and places it on the bookcase. When she turned back Cal was there staring at her pajamas and messy hair, with a hundred different questions on his face.
Gillian tried to look calm and started to speak to him.
"Have you had dinner?" Her gaze was soft on his shirt, like she was afraid to join his eyes. Before he could answer her question she turns her back to him and makes her way to the kitchen. Cal didn't have another choice instead walk beside her.
"Gill, I'm sorry!" Once they arrive at the kitchen, Cal reaches for her hands and kisses them one at a time. Gillian doesn't pull them back, and stares at him, her eyes slightly tearful. Only one thought on her head, 'How could they possibly resolve this situation!'
Gillian makes a sad smile, and decides going on with his line making hers similar to his. "You're sorry, about what Cal?" Her lips are trembling with emotion. Her hands are griped on his and shaking slightly.
"I'm sorry you didn't trust me enough to tell me that you're pregnant!" At his words, Gillian drags her hands back and crosses her arms in front of her body, in a defensive position. Cal could read her anger in her face followed by her words.
"This isn't any of your business, Cal! Why should I tell you something?" Gillian was angry and tears rolled from her eyes. It didn't look like she doesn't want to face the truth. Actually, Cal was starting to feel that she doesn't want him to know because she was punishing him for something.
"Did I did something you didn't liked Gill? It was something I said? Yes it was, I could see it on your face! But, what was it?" Cal was getting edgy reading her.
"Yes, it's your entire fault! You make me …" Her face contracts showing some grimace of pain. She sudden feels hot flushes coming to her cheeks.
"Gill, calm down this isn't good for you and definitely not for the baby!" Cal was trying to calm himself before they start a discussion.
"I'm calm; I'm perfectly calm, Cal..." After saying this words Gillian puts a hand on her belly and looks worried by the sudden contraction.
"What is it, love? Are you all right? Is it the baby? Gill talk to me!" Cal helped her to sit at the table and get on his knees so he could face her. He brought her some water.
"I'm ok, I'm feeling better know!" Gillian calmed him down and placing a hand on his cheek she asked him again "Have you already have dinner?" Cal looked surprised because of her sudden change of subject.
"The last time you guaranteed to me you're ok you ended up on the hospital, are you sure this isn't the case?" Cal was worried sick about Gill. If he didn't make her mad she would be ok. But right now she was all he cared about. He couldn't think about anything else beyond her well being.
"I'm sure. This is probably nothing. I didn't have dinner yet. This is just the way my body tells me that I need to slow down and have something to eat. Let's eat something!" She orders him.
"Do you want something special for dinner?" He asked getting some dishes from her cupboard.
"Well, since you her and I don't have anything cooked, I would love some pancakes!" Gillian starts smiling again. And realizing his surprise she gives him her best innocent look.
"Pancakes, for dinner? I don't even want to know how it would be when you craving!" He waves his hand noticing her concern.
"Please!" Gillian begs him.
"Pancakes it is!" He utters making his way to the stove.