Unthinkable

Chapter 21~ An Odd Morning

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Just wanted to say how extremely sorry I am for this long wait. And this chapter isn't long but I wrote it quickly so you guys would have something to read since its been so long. I've been super busy because dance competitions started and school couldn't be busier as well. Sorry again. Please enjoy :) xoxo❤️ _______________________________________________________________________________

About a month later, I tug the blankets as hard and far as possible, and then lay my entire body on the amount I collected. I sigh in the warmth I've provided, but as always, Gale tugs it right away from me. I groan and then elbow him as hard as I can in his back. He grunts and flips to face me. His eyes are squinted and he looks as weary as ever.

"You're hogging the blankets again," I complain, since this happens almost every night.

He outstretches his arms and pulls me in close to him, smashing my face into his bare chest. He pulls the blankets over the both of us and then cranes his neck to the side and presses his lips against my temple. He moves them all around my face and says,

"I'm sorry sweetheart."

I grab his earlobe, pull it teasingly, and then say,

"I don't think 'I'm sorry' is gonna cut it every time Hawthorne."

A smirk spreads across his face as he raises his eyebrows. He taps me on the nose with the tip of his finger and then uses that hand to squish my cheeks together like a chipmunk.

"Alright, then what will cut it?"

I bite my lip and tap my finger against my chin in thought saying,

"Hmm . . . how 'bout-"

Gale cuts me off by mashing his lips against mine. We kiss for a while to the steady sound of silence. His hand travels up my back to my head to grip a bundle of my hair in his hand. I pull away and take a deep breath.

"How about that? Will that cut it?" Gale asks.

In answer, I lean in again. I break the kiss later making him frown, but I remind him that he has to get up to get ready for work in just a couple of hours. And I have to get ready for the big week of babysitting ahead of me that begins today.

I forget why Annie asked me to babysit. I don't even think I heard over Gale expressing his excitement while she was still on the phone with me. But it doesn't matter all that much. I'm just happy I get a whole week with that munchkin, Finn. Except, there is one downfall.

He hasn't mentioned it yet, but if things go well like I imagine they will, I'm afraid Gale we'll use it as a reason to have a kid. I just try not to be concerned though. Instead, I've tried to allow some ecstasy to build inside me about the situation.

"I don't wanna sleep," Gale whines, and out sticks his lower lip like a young child not getting their way.

Just then Gale sits up on his knees on the bed.

"C'mon Catnip."

And just then I regret ever waking him over such a petty thing like blankets. Knowing how Gale is, he'll never return to his slumber after being disrupted from his sleep. Now, all of the sudden his eyes are as wide awake as ever and I'm dreading what he has planned in his wild mind.

He walks with the footsteps of a hunter to the window. I mumble things under my breath, knowing this isn't going to go too well as soon as he opens the window. Shirtless, in nothing but his boxers, he steps out onto the steep roof on the side of our house. It's slanted far, but not far enough for an idiot like Gale to slide off of immediately if they're careful. But if it we're up too me, I wouldn't chance it.