Right now they were both in the same page. They wanted to be together and breathe each day like it was the last because they've lost so much time. But with a baby coming they needed to be careful with each step. The last thing they needed was Gillian stressed out because of stuff that should be simple. This pregnancy didn't started the best way, lets pray for it to end better.
So, before anything else Cal needed to be patient and gentle while approaching the delicate angles of their relationship. What didn't mean that he couldn't be direct and move straight to the point like he usually did.
"I want you to move here." Cal tried.
"Like this?" Gillian climbed over his shirtless body staying on top of him. Her fingers made their way from his shoulders to his hands where they interlaced their fingers, without overlooking his tattooed brawny arms. Her chin come to rest in his chest while a silken smile played on her lips. Both of them marveled with the view. Their faces considerably close, allowing Cal to see love and need in Gillian eyes. But also a residual suggestion of hesitation that wasn't there earlier when they were in her house.
"Can we talk about it another time?" Gillian didn't need him to explain because she knew he didn't mean it that way, though he didn't mind it at all.
"I could cope with that..." Cal said his voice somehow soft despite her refuse to talk about the delicate topic. His arms sneaked around her waist. He brought her closer involving her fragile body with his strong arms. Her body pressed against him causing the heat to start flowing below the covers and sheets. "But, we both agree that we need to talk about it?" He added and almost immediately she shifted seeking for a more comfortable position. At her first effort Cal tried to hinder her tightening his arms but when she tried again he let her go. She cuddled against his side her face buried in his neck where she could smell his cologne and feel safe from his gaze. "I don't want you to be alone in your house when you could be here with me." She nodded although no words left her mouth while she rested her head in his chest. There his heart beatings lull her to fall asleep.
Cal was painfully aware that this matter wouldn't be easy to deal with her.
Making her stay the night had been a big time job. Especially after Emily's question about her moving in. Gillian started to act a bit uncomfortable excusing herself and saying she should go home. She grabbed her coat and when Cal came to his senses she was out the door. Emily exchanged looks with him and he gave her his best face of 'look what you've done!'. But he knew this wasn't Emily's fault, this was Gillian afraid of moving too quickly and afraid of regretting it later.
God, he didn't knew what he should do or say after this. The only certainty he had was that he wanted to be with her, and things would find their natural course because she was with him. He could protect her and the baby, make them feel safe. Because, deep inside he knew that their love was strong enough to build a family. The problem was that he didn't know how to make her see it. He could show her how much he cared for her and how much he was in love with her. But she needed to trust him in order to value his true feelings.
He jumped toward the cold night running after her without his coat. He didn't need to go far, she was seating outside in the first of four stairs that lead to his front door. He seated at her side and put one arm around her shoulders bringing her closer to his body. She dropped her head to his shoulder powerless to express herself through words. After a moment of silence he rubbed her back and she faced him with her make-up stained. She was crying and he just wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and bring her inside.
The front door opened again slowly and Cal could see his daughter worried face come out. She didn't make any sound while placing a tray with two cups of tea next to him. Then she disappeared inside again. Cal felt proud of his thoughtful daughter, and offered a cup to Gillian. She grabbed it with both hands enjoying the warm feeling of the ceramic. After they drink their tea Gillian insisted in going home but Cal didn't let her go. He argued that it was too late for her to go alone anywhere. She finally agreed and they cross the threshold. They walk to his room silently in a side embrace hands intertwined and just laid in his bed next to each other for what look like hours.