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The day had been quite an ordeal for her. From getting tested for a possible pregnancy in the morning to meeting a client and taking on a case that led them to run across the island and the islets around it all day to find a missing kid… They didn't get a single moment for themselves, and she was now exhausted.
She let the hot stream of the shower fall on her neck, relaxing her shoulders, melting away the tension an stress the day had produced.
Well… if she was honest to herself, one stress item had been lifted from her shoulders when she returned to Robin’s nest. She had received the results of her pregnancy test. It was negative. She was not, after all, pregnant. She sighted, pouring some coconut shampoo in her hand and massaging her scalp. She finished showering, and selected a clean white tank top and some casual blue jeans to wear for the night. She gave her hair a quick blow dry, and tucked her locks into a low bun with a few bobby pins.
She made her way downstairs and spotted Thomas on the lanai. He had placed two long-chairs on the right side, a plate of garlic and cheese bread and a bottle of sparkling cranberry juice having been placed on a side table between them.
She walked to the empty long chair, sitting on it and giving him a bright smile. He had showered as well, his hair were combed perfectly, and she could smell the faint scent of his shower gel, making her body react, desire pooling low in her womb.
“Hey”, he said, a soft smile gracing his features.
“Hey” she returned, smiling too. “I see you’ve been busy!”
“Well, I thought we deserved a bit of a break after today, and I know for a fact that you must be as famished as I am…” he said, while reaching for the jar of cranberry juice.
“I definitely am famished, but I would also really like something stronger than cranberry juice”, she replied.
He looked at her questioningly at first, then understood the message.
“I guess the test is negative then,” he said, and she could swear she heard a hint of sadness in his tone.
“It is. I received the results when we came back” she lowered her eyes, taking a breathe, and watching her hands.
“Juliet, look at me,” he requested, and after a few seconds, she raised her head again.
“I want you to know that, despite the unexpectedness of it all, if the test had not been negative today, I would have supported your decision, whatever it might have been,’ he said, looking at her straight in the eye, “because… Because I love you”.
There, he thought, he said it…
She watched him, bemused, her breath caught in her throat for a few seconds, until she finally managed to inhale.
“And you don’t have to… say anything” he started, but she cut him off.
“No, that…” she searched for her words, but her faced softened and she looked at him, with a delicate smile and an enamoured look in her eyes.
He patiently waited for her to gather her thoughts and be able to express them.
“I… haven’t been entirely honest with you Thomas”.
He frowned at that.
“When I was drugged by Tanaka, I did not only hallucinate about Richard, and about having his blood on my hands”, she looked down at her hands again, twisting her fingers in unease, “I... I also saw you, and your blood on my hands”.
“Juliet…” said Thomas, reaching for her hands, wrapping them in his own, rubbing his thumbs over her palms in a soothing motion.
“No… No Thomas please let me finish”… she said, squeezing his fingers trying to make her point. “I saw your blood on my hands after you almost proposed to me”.
That made him freeze. She looked at his face again.
“You pulled a velvet box out of your pocket, saying you wanted to make things official… In the end, it wasn’t a ring” she said with a grimace, remembering the bullet, “but the point is, I was ready to say yes to you, I wanted to say yes to you…because I love you, too” she finished with a few tears in her eyes.
He sat straight on his long-chair and grabbed her face. They exchanged a loaded longing look, before he smiled brightly and kissed her passionately. She moaned and returned the kiss, until they both had to part in order to catch their breaths.
“Well, I believe this settles things a bit more in our relationship” he declared in a chuckle, softly caressing her cheek before letting her chin go.
“I think it does indeed” she smiled. “But now, I would love for us to settle our tummies with that delicious looking garlic bread and a nice bottle of aged Bordeaux.”
“Message received” he laughed, getting up and making his way to the cellar. He turned halfway there, looking back at her, “We will have to have the baby conversation one day though… and sooner rather than later”.
“Jolly good”, she simply answered, smiling back at him and lying down on the long-chair.
This time it had just been a pregnancy scare, but next time, she hoped, it might be an event they will have planned, and will be prepared for...