Disclaimer: I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters in this story.
I feel like I should apologise to those of you who said you were upset last time, but I wouldn't want you to not feel any emotions when you're reading! That would be awful! Short this time, but not as emotional as the last, I promise :)
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Cal held Gill for a long while, stroking her back and hair and murmuring to her quietly until she relaxed properly and had calmed down. He knew how much talking about not having a family hurt her, and as much as it hurt him, at least he had Emily.
Gill sat up when she was feeling better, her eyes still red and a little puffy, and looked at Cal. She raised a hand to his face, cupping his right cheek and stroking it with her thumb. She didn't want to talk about having children... or not having them. She wanted to make sure that Cal was alright, and that he still wanted to get married. She took a deep breath and kissed him just above his right eyebrow. "It's perfectly normal to get cold feet before the wedding," she said softly, thinking that may have had something to do with his earlier decision to say he wanted to call it off. "A lot of people go through it, and I know you're scared that you'll see doubt on my face the way you did with Zoe when she stepped up to the altar," she continued, running her fingers through Cal's hair. She liked it short, it suited him. She leant in and kissed him softly on the lips then. "You're not going to, though," she told him. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I want to be Mrs. Lightman."
Cal kept his eyes relatively steady on Gill's, but he had to admit she'd tapped into something he'd only really been thinking of subconsciously until she'd mentioned it. "You're Dr. Foster, though," he pointed out, flashing the slightest expression of contempt. He hated that Gill had built her reputation on Alec's name. He was with her forever now, in a way that Cal never could be.
"Hey," Gill said, letting her hand drop from his face to rest over his heart. "Maybe at work I have to be Dr. Foster," she said. "But at home I want to be Mrs. Cal Lightman. Being your future wife is something I'm a lot more proud of than a university degree," she said. "I'm sorry I have to keep Alec's name for work. You understand, though, right?" she asked. They'd spent a long time talking about it and weighing up their options. At the end of the day, though, her professional reputation was important to both of them and to the company, so she'd chosen to stick with it.
Cal nodded. "Having two Dr. Lightmans around would be too confusing," he said. 'Plus, if I piss the wrong person off I wouldn't want 'em coming after you by mistake," he told her with a grin, using it to mask his real feelings about the situation.
Gill was saddened by it but nodded. She could see right through Cal's act. She kissed Cal's cheek lingeringly. "I wish you wouldn't do that," she said softly.
"Do what?" Cal asked, tilting his head to the side and squinting slightly at her.
"Try to mask your feelings like that all the time," she said. "Pretend you're okay with it when you're not. I know we agreed not to call each other on things when we saw them, but Cal, this is a big one. I know you're not happy about me keeping Alec's name, and I can't blame you. We used to be married and I can see why it would bother you. I'm yours, though, in every other way." She raised her hand and put it behind Cal's head, lightly scratching the hair at the base of his neck, which she knew always made him shiver. She lowered her voice, her gaze intensifying. "Your woman," Gill repeated without a hint of hesitation before offering him a smile that reached all the way up to her eyes.
Cal's eyelids fluttered shut. Gill knew he had always had a caveman-like attitude when it came to her. It was half possessive, half protective, but it meant that he wanted her all to himself. She was playing right into that now, and it made him groan. "You're manipulative. You know that, don't you?" he asked her playfully. He didn't mind one bit.
"It's one of the reasons you love me," Gill smiled, climbing onto Cal's lap and straddling him with their chests almost touching. "I know exactly what makes you tick, Cal Lightman," she informed him, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck and kissing him softly again.
"You do, don't you?" Cal murmured against his future wife's lips. Maybe it was her background in psychology, or the amount of years they'd known each other, but she was well and truly inside Cal's head. Gillian Foster- soon to be Gillian Lightman- knew him better than anybody ever had, including Zoe. 'She probably knows me better than I know myself...' Cal mused.
Gillian's smile broadened, her lips never losing contact with Cal's. "Ah huh," she murmured proudly, kissing him again then sucking his bottom lip gently into her mouth. She rolled her hips against his gently but suggestively as her hand made its way down to stroke his stomach, then skilfully undid the top button on his pants.
Cal groaned again. Now was definitely not the time for words.
