Disclaimer: I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters in this story.
Well, I've heard from most of you, but appears readership has dwindled since my brief break! I hope you like the new chapter- this one's more fluffy than anything else, it's not integral to the plot, I just felt like things should go well for them for a little while. Since it is relatively pointless I'm going to post a second chapter in a few hours.
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Gill was awake relatively early the next morning, just enjoying cuddling in bed with Cal. She hadn't felt this relaxed and happy in quite a few days. They were picking Emily up from the airport later that day, and after getting the wedding favours on her shopping trip with her mother the afternoon before things felt like they were really coming together. When the alarm eventually went off, Gill couldn't even complain. Wendy Matthews' 'I don't wanna be with nobody but you' filled their hotel room, and it only made her smile more.
"Cal, time to get up, honey," she told him quietly, rubbing his chest gently. "It looks like a beautiful day outside. Maybe we can go for a walk before we pick Emily up from the airport?" she suggested, kissing his shoulder.
Cal grumbled sleepily and pulled Gill closer to him, using both of his arms to hold her in place, earning him a bright smile from his bride to be.
"Or we could just snuggle, if you'd prefer," she laughed softly, closing her eyes again. "Do you want breakfast in bed?" she offered.
Cal shook his head. "I don't think we should call room service again," he mumbled, making Gill blush. By the time they'd realised the phone was off the hook the person on the other end had hung up, but she was sure they must have heard something.
"Good point," she conceded. "Are you looking forward to seeing Emily?" she asked.
Cal nodded, slowly waking up still. "Yeah, I've missed her," he admitted.
"Me too," Gill smiled. "When she gets here can I take her shopping?" she asked.
"You're going to send me bankrupt, woman," Cal complained. Not that he'd mind.
"You like me to have nice clothes, don't you?" Gill asked with a knowing smile. "Plus, you don't have to worry, I'll put it on my credit card," she said.
"They're all going to be joint accounts in a few days," Cal reminded Gill. They'd made the arrangements the week before, and were just waiting until after the wedding to finalise them with Gill's new name.
"You're more awake than I gave you credit for," Gill smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of Cal's mouth.
"Can't put one over me, love," Cal replied with a smile. "You and Em go shopping and enjoy yourselves. Don't worry about the money. I want her back for dinner, though. I want to take my girls out."
Gill smiled. "You know what I'm looking forward to?" she asked.
"Honeymoon?" Cal suggested. They'd chosen the destination together, and hadn't had any problems agreeing on where they wanted to go.
Gill shook her head. "No... well, yes, but more than that." She paused for a second. "Just being at home and things going back to normal. Waking up next to you in the morning and having lazy Sundays in bed with the newspaper, doing the crossword together and just enjoying our normal routine."
Cal smiled, his eyes still closed. "Em used to love coming in for cuddles on Sunday mornings," he told Gill. "I'd wake up and there'd be this cheeky little face about half an inch from mine asking me if I was awake yet. She was so cute back then. She'd be dragging her doll around by its hair and trying to convince me to make her pancakes for breakfast."
"You do make good pancakes," Gill smiled, licking her lips at the thought. "Even if you insist on wearing that floral apron of yours when you do it."
"I've told you before, I think it's quite becoming," Cal smiled.
"I wish you'd let me buy you something a bit more masculine," Gill said, running her finger gently over the stubble on his cheek.
"I don't need one more masculine," Cal replied. "That's a chick magnet, that apron."
"Oh, is it?" Gill asked, stifling a giggle.
"It got me you, didn't it?" Cal asked with a cheeky grin.
Gill smiled. "I'm not entirely sure that's accurate."
"The ring on your finger and the hickey on your neck might suggest otherwise," Cal smirked. Of course, he knew that Gill was only his as much as she wanted to be. He'd never try to control her, and they both knew that. He was hers as much as she was his. That's how they both wanted it.
Gill poked her tongue out. "I love you," she told Cal.
"I love you, too," he replied sincerely, and Gill wondered if there were sweeter words in the English language.
