Gwendoline and Nikolaj returned back to London a day later. With the excitement and fear blended together with a dash of jet lag on top, Gwen was exhausted. She'd slept the entire flight home and could hardly keep her eyes open in the car. Nik had been giggling to himself the entire cab ride back to her flat, his eyes glued to his phone.
She raised a questioning brow at him. "What are you doing?"
He flashed her a mischievous grin, turning his back towards the door so she couldn't see his screen. "Nothing."
"You're acting like a naughty child who got into something he wasn't supposed to."
"You can't see it yet." His eyes went back to his device. "I'll need help finishing it later."
"So I can't see it... but you need help with it?"
He paused, then nodded seriously. "Yes."
She rolled her eyes, smiling tiredly. "Okay."
Nik went back to typing away, then hesitantly glanced back to her. "Do you really want to know?"
"I'll find out eventually, won't I?"
He inched himself closer, then turned his phone to her. On it was a list titled 'C.W.C.E.G.L." Under it was a collection of random things;
BedChairKitchenDining tableFloorBath tubStairs
She scanned it slowly, making her way to the bottom as the items got stranger.
Dressing roomTrailerBathroom cubicle
She shot a glance at the driver in the rear-view mirror, then looked back to Nik and lowered her voice. "Nikolaj, is this a... weird list of house requirements? We already discussed what we wanted."
His cheeky grin grew wider. "No."
"What is it then?"
"Think of them as... places."
Her brows furrowed and she used what little brain power she had left to figure out what in the hell he meant. Places, places, think places. Are they all significant or is he just trying to list all the places he's ever been like an idiot? Is there a theme?
Nik started typing again, making sure she was watching, he typed out 'Giles' Bed.'
She cocked her head to the side, then her tired eyes opened wide. "Nikolaj, is this a list of places that we-" The childish smile that spread from ear to ear of his stupid big head told her she was right. "Oh my god !"
He held a finger up to his lips. "Shhh! It's still a work in progress. You still need to contribute. I'm having trouble remembering them all."
Gwen couldn't help but laugh, head thrown back with her hand to her chest kind of laugh. "You're absolutely ridiculous!"
He mocked offense. "I'm taking this quite seriously, thank you."
"Well I feel that you need to get more precise with these, then. You should be listing locations, then have the specific rooms or items as subcategories."
"This is why I love you," He leaned in to claim her lips, but he was met with a palm to his face. He chuckled and kissed her palm, then sat up straight. "Sorry."
"Just a little while longer." She rubbed her thumb across the back of his hand.
Back at the front door to Giles' flat, she let herself and Nikolaj inside. Nik brought their things into Gwen's room, insisting to carry everything so she doesn't have to exert herself. She profusely reminded him that she was fully capable of doing it herself, trying to grab her possessions from his hands.
"Gwen, please let me do this."
She sighed and let go. "If anything, I exerted myself riding y-"
Another voice butted in. "Oh, good to see you back."
They both whipped around to where Giles stood in the doorway. He had a small smile on his face for once, his shirt finely pressed and his shoes still on - he must have just come back from being with Jonathan. Gwen rushed over and wrapped her arms around his neck, trapping him close to her. She breathed deeply and shut her eyes, molding into his form.
"I missed you."
Giles rubbed her back and chuckled into her shoulder. "I missed you too. Why don't you come into the kitchen with me to get some tea."
She pulled away and nodded. "I'd love some. Nik? Tea?" His disgusted frown told her no.
In the kitchen, Gwen leaned against the counter, her arms folded loosely across her chest while she patiently waited for her tea to cool. "Did you get that project finished up?"
Giles tried to hide the beginnings of a blush and a smile, but did so poorly. "I did."
"You're a terrible liar! Did you spend it with Jonathan?"
"I did, I did. We had a lovely time whilst you were away. Incredibly loud weekend." He teased.
She nudged his calf with her foot, chuckling. "Shut up. What did you two get up to?"
"Oh not anything nearly as exciting as you two got up to, I'm sure."
She hummed with a smile, recalling every surface she was thrust up against, each time she greedily claimed Nik's mouth, his cock... She could list every single dirty little detail. Though there's maybe just one tiny little detail we should avoid...
"You're pregnant." Giles stated blandly.
Ah, yes, that's the one.
She swallowed the tea in her mouth thickly. It burnt as it went down, which only added to her hesitation. She stared into her mug and nodded. "How'd you know?"
"You're really bad at hiding evidence." He simpered. "And so is your mother."
She groaned and looked to the ceiling. "My mother."
"She called and asked if I was excited, I said 'my god, I'm absolutely baffled.'" He laughed. "How could you tell her before me?"
"She birthed me." She sipped the still scalding liquid. "And she'd have a cow if she wasn't the first to know."
"What about that one?" He jerked his head in the direction of the bedroom.
She huffed. "He thought I was cheating on him, I had to tell him. I would have liked to wait to tell any of you."
"He really is stupid."
"Play nice, his wife was cheating on him-"
"While he was fucking you." He finished for her.
Whatever retort she would have conjured died on her tongue. She puffed out her cheeks and shifted her weight between her feet. "You're not wrong..."
"Well, congrats. You'd been talking about this for a while, honestly didn't think it'd happen."
Gwen hummed her agreement. Though there was a tinge of hurt that struck her. He means well, he's happy for you. He didn't have to say it like that. He's worried about you, you know that. What if he's-
"Gwen?"
"Hmm?"
He chewed the inside of his lip for a moment, he was hesitating. "Are you sure it's his?"
Oh fucking hell.
