"When I first met you, I never envisioned this"
"Envisioned what?" Connie asked as she stuffed a whole chicken nugget into her mouth.
"This. Us, you shoving chicken nuggets in your mouth like a little piggy" Rita spluttered as Connie raised her hand to her mouth, suddenly feeling rather self-conscious, something the woman was not used to.
"Thanks…" Connie replied plainly. Rita laid her hand on Connie's shoulder.
"You know I didn't mean it like that… I just never ever thought that I would be sat here, on your sofa, in your house, in love with you" She smiled gently. A hint of a smile played at the corner of Connie's lips, her heart beginning to beat like a drum.
"What was that last part?" Connie croaked. Rita looked to Connie, finally daring to meet her eyes.
"I...I love you" Rita whispered.
"I think we need to have that talk…" Connie sat up against the sofa properly, taking Rita's hands in her own. The blonde looked petrified, her eyes suddenly so big and scared. A large tear fell from the corner of her left eye, Connie frowned, realising what Rita was thinking.
"Hey, no, don't cry" She soothed as she pushed Rita's hair from her face and cupped her cheek, gently lifting the nurses head up so she could look at Rita properly.
"..Please don't... Please don't say what I think you are about to say" Rita choked as she tried to stop herself from crying.
"What, Move in with me?" Connie asked, a hint of humour in her voice. She smirked as Rita lifted her head again, her expression changing to gobsmacked.
"What?" Rita spluttered.
"Do you want to come and live here with me?" Connie spoke as though she were talking to someone who was slightly deaf. Suddenly Rita was no longer sobbing in her lap, instead the blonde was springing about the room, showering the floor with the remains of her chicken nuggets and chips, which had previously been sat in her lap.
"I take that as a yes then…" Connie laughed.
"YES YES YES YES YES INFINITY YES!" Rita squealed as she leapt across the room, throwing her arms around Connie's neck and showering her in kisses.
"We still have a few things to discuss…" Connie added. Rita pressed her lips to Connie's cheek before slipping over the back of the sofa and sinking into the seat beside Connie. Connie herself laughed, she had seen Grace do the same thing so many times, every time she had been reprimanded.
"Firstly… don't do that again..." Rita held her hand to her head and saluted Connie mockingly.
"Secondly, I..." Connie sighed as she looked up to the ceiling briefly in order to make sense of all her thoughts" I have never been with another woman like this, and I know it's not going to be plain sailing, factoring in Grace, this baby.. Work, but, if you're willing to put up with the sticky bits, then I want us to do this properly…" Connie spoke, her words gentle.
"Properly?" Rita questioned.
"I want us to be a family, Me, You, Gracie, and the new baby, because I know that Grace will absolutely adore you, and I also know that you would be a fabulous parent…"
"A parent?"
"Gracie needs a step-mummy… and this one needs, well a Mummy. There not going to have a daddy, so why not have another Mummy?" Connie placed Rita's hands onto her stomach, and looked at her hopefully. Rita was once again fighting back the tears that were forming in her eyes.
"I…"
"Please say something" Connie whispered. She could feel the tears in her own eyes begin, she was so hormonal, so all over the place. Perhaps she had misread the signs, maybe this wasn't what Rita wanted.
"You know what, it doesn't matter" She suddenly snapped before withdrawing her hands from Rita's and pulling herself up from the sofa.
"Connie.."
"You know what, just go. I just can't believe how stupid I have been…AGAIN!" Connie cried as she began to pace the room, hand falling so that it pinched at the bridge of her nose.
"Connie please" Rita begged as she stood up from the sofa and went to put her hands to Connie's shoulders. The brunette shrugged away her touch and stomped off towards the door.
"GO!" She roared, tears falling thick and fast, her face burning hot. Her shout was more of a screech, high pitched. Rita stood speechless for a second, trying to work out what the hell was going on.
"I'm sorry" Rita whispered as she did as she had been asked. She grabbed her coat from where it rested on the arm of the settee and fled from the house, unsure where she was going to go seeing as her flat was still uninhabitable.
As she stepped down the driveway she heard the smash of glass, part of her wanted to run back, the other part thinking 'screw her'.