First Comes Love... || Redouche
He patted the side of the crib as a smile graced his lips. The instructions that hovered in the air beside him folded itself and floated around and tacked itself in his back pocket. It had taken him approximately 1 hour and 23 minutes to construct it by manual labor. Mostly, anyways... only once or twice did he use mental prompting to help him in the endeavor. Hallie's telekinesis was adept enough that she could have assembled it in seconds with a mere wave of her hand. But he had wanted to use his hands, tactility and the like, turning the screws and bolts into place with care and adoration...
He let go of the screwdriver and it floated to the toolbox and put itself away as the apparatus closed and latched itself closed. He looked around the room, wondering what color she would choose this time, or if a mural would take place on one of the walls. They didn't know the sex yet, but the crib was beautiful in either case. A thought curiously and abrasively assaulted him as he wondered if he could ask Tom to touch the walls and cause his art to sprout across the room like magic. He needed to catch up with the man. He shook his head, clearing the thoughts as he stooped to pick up the tool box.
When he stood up right he surveyed his workmanship one last time. He touched the corner again, remembering when Hallie had torn apart Caleb's crib with her mind... A sigh of resolve caused his lungs to deflate. He was here. He was alive. He would make sure that didn't happen again. Their child would be healthy and strong, and possess a family that loved her...
Giles shouldered the toolbox and strode into the living room. He looked over to see her standing at the windows, peering down over the streets and sidewalks that encased the apartment. He shrugged off the box and walked up behind her.
He took a hand and swiped the hair that fell over her left shoulder away, bending to plant a tender kiss on the exposed flesh just under her jaw. His hands slipped down, winding around her and gently pressing against her stomach.
"Hey, Red." He leaned his head forward, bumping it into hers as he smiled. She had slipped in on him, back from a trip to the store without his knowledge. He could become engrossed in a task if it meant enough to him, loosing track of everything else.
"It feels like you've been gone forever!" He flirted with her playfully. His eyes found hers. "What is it you're thinking, ma cherie?" He winked at her as a soft smile smoothed his features. "It pains me that your mind is the only one I'm not allowed entry to."