women's restroom

“Yes, thank you. I understand,” she picked nervously her sleeve, “Mhmm. Goodbye.”

Pressing the end button, she dropped the phone back into the cradle and stared blankly at the desk in front of her, twisting her mouth sideways in thought.

Well, this was certainly unexpected.

Okay, so maybe not entirely surprising. She could think of a few times when they had not been the most careful, but still, this was not exactly in their plans at the moment. Scratching nervously at the hard, grey plastic of the desk, she sucked in a shaky breath,

Oh God, they hadn’t discussed this at all.


Panic...

Linking her fingers through his, she took a deep breath before the closed door. Even now, it still seemed so surreal sometimes; surreal that they had finally made it to this point in their lives; surreal that after so many years of abject denial, the feelings they had harbored secretly were now blatant truths, affirmed and mutual. She glanced over at her partner only to find him already gazing at her, his green eyes a mixture of nerves, affection, and happiness.

Happiness. Love. His eyes sparkled with it as he gave her a small grin, causing her to gasp at the intensity of his stare. Even after...