S2 E1 - News
Part 1 of 7
He wakes alone in a bed of cool snowy linens. No silky body pressed to his side. No midnight tresses tickling his cheek. No hot little hands somewhere hitherto unappreciated. He blinks. This isn't right! This is totally unacceptable! Where IS she? He sits up. Surely she didn't come to her senses in the middle of the night! Surely she didn't scarper! Frantic looks about the room sees her clothes neatly folded (as she has learned to do, finally) on a chair and he relaxes a bit. So, not scarpered... but where is she? He hears a small sound off to his left and relaxes. Of course, how paranoid of me, she's in the bathroom.
He stretches and groans at all the little twinges. He smiles as he registers that there are less today than there were yesterday and rolls out of bed. The bathroom door is closed but he can see the top of her head. She's sitting on the only 'chair' in there and he looks away in proper gentlemanly propriety. The bamboo shade isn't down as per their agreement. That's unlike her. He's just about to ask if she'd like a coffee when she shoots to her feet and rushes out.
Now, normally, a naked Camille is a most welcome sight morning, noon, or night but something in her eyes arrests him in alarm before he's knocked back onto the bed with a laughing dervish on top of him. What with the laughter and the kisses and trying to regain his wind, he misses her first few words. It isn't until she thrusts something in front of his eyes that he realizes this isn't her usual morning attack. He catches her hand so he can see the object she's holding.
It's a tiny white strip of plastic. With an inset panel. With two tiny blue stripes. His gaze shifts from the blue lines to her glowing eyes then back to those blue lines. They seem to be growing. They fill his vision. His heart is speeding up. She's grinning and he finally hears her as sound rushes back into his world, "I'm pregnant! Oh, Richard, I'm PREG-nant!"
She envelops him completely. Now he has a silky body pressed firmly against him. Now her hair tickles his cheek. Now her hot little hands are everywhere.
And now he is cold as ice.
END – part 1