A brief chapter inspired by a rewatch of a wedding episode. As for the sequel to my premonition, I don't know about it yet, but maybe soon. I have a couple of ideas for a connected story, so we'll see!
A bridge between summer and autumn that represents the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. It couldn't have come at a better time. Light and breezy August evening in a small countryside venture just outside of Washington's pandemonium with a really small inner circle of friends (but no family apart from Emily, because it was always quite arduous). They stood there watching as the sun slowly faded into the clouds, changing their colour from crystal blue to frolicsome orange and crimson. Cal noticed Gillian's goosebumps from the cold and offered her his jacket, drawing her closer to him as they relished the sounds of nature and the comforting presence of each other in their lives more than ever.
"I can't believe it, Cal Lightman, you're actually enjoying a wedding!"
"Hey now, don't make fun of me. It's not the wedding that I hate, it's the institution of marriage."
Gillian raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"And yet, here we are."
"Yes, here we are, innit? And I must admit, it's not so bad when you're the one I'm getting married to."
She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm glad you think so. It only took us an eternity to get to his point."
Cal wrapped his arm around Gillian's waist, whispering something tempting into her ear.
"You know, there's one thing about weddings that I do like."
"Oh really? What's that?"
"The honeymoon."
Gillian giggled and playfully nudged him.
"Cal!"
"What? I'm just saying, I can't wait to spend some alone time with my beautiful wife."
She blushed again and snuggled closer to Cal.
"Me too. But for now, let's just enjoy the party."
"Agreed."
They both returned to the dance floor and their quests, savouring the rest of the evening.