Giles' eyes widened. "Oh my god, Gwendoline, is it mine?"
"No, shut up!" She hissed. "Keep your voice down."
"There's always the possibility it's mine." He tried so hard to keep a straight face, but a sly grin started to peek through.
Oh thank the gods he's joking. "You're such an asshole." She punched his arm.
"You know you'd love it if it were mine."
"We only fucked once in months . You really think between the two of you, it'd be you to put a baby in me?" She scoffed. "You wish."
His brows shot up. "You seem quite certain."
"Oh I am." She chuckled into her mug.
"The timing would be right. The day he left and you were upset... how long ago was that?" He swished a finger through the air as if he were counting the days.
She shook her head. "Giles, please. It's not even funny to joke about now, and if I need to be certain, I'll get the bloody tests done."
"You think you can keep that from him?"
She sighed. "I hope so."
Way to ruin the fun, Giles. Moving on. "Are you two still looking for places?"
"I'm showing him one tomorrow, then I'm planning on sleeping the rest of the day." She laughed, but she was deadly serious. The amount of sleep she was going to need to get her through the next months was going to be ridiculous. "Probably not much looking to be done until the show is over."
"Well I'll certainly miss not having you around, eating all our food and stealing all our socks." He rubbed her shoulder, a stupid grin on his lips.
She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around him. "Quite stupid of you to think you'll get rid of me that easily. Who else will make me clothes when I'm the size of a whale?" She teased, kissing his temple.
He pulled her closer. "Me. I won't let anyone else do it. Maybe Kim... but no one else."
"God, just promise it'll be flattering. Maybe some sort of sexy nightie for fun." She nudged his side as he rolled his eyes.
"I'll consider, but for now let's just make sure your dresses are fitting you well and not giving anything away."
She ran a hand across her stomach, smoothing out her shirt. "I can play it off as stress gain, can't I?"
Giles pulled back and looked her up and down, biting his lip before he spoke again. "Sure, you can. Let me know if you need any alterations to the dresses, there's more than enough fabric to take out the seams."
She laughed quietly, completely glossing over the playful insult he threw at her. "I'll be certain to do that. I'm sure the poor woman putting me in these dresses will say one too many comments about how it doesn't fit, then I'll be crying in your office before you know it."
"You? Crying over a dress? Never." He teased.
Gwen gave an embarrassed smile. "I've been emotional, Giles."
"You really should go rest, you look just ghastly." He grinned.
She couldn't resist the genuine smile he pulled from her, rolling her eyes as she stood up straight. "Thank you, I will."
Gwen made her way to her and Nik's room, ready to fling off her clothes and crawl into bed. Maybe she'd leave the clothes on... taking them off required effort. Their bags were already unpacked, most of the clothes having been thrown into the hamper in the corner of the room. But her eyes fell on Nikolaj. He was seated on the bed, his hands in a white knuckle grip on the edge of the mattress.
