A/N: Hello again everyone :3 here's the first part to the sequel to 'Bahamas'. Sorry there's been a slight delay in posting, I got caught up in updating other fics and writing one-shots. It's not essential that you've read 'Bahamas' before reading this as this was originally a separate idea but I've adapted it slightly and decided that it'd fit quite well. I hope you like this first instalment, I'd love to hear what you think. Updates will be as regular as possible. :)

~Mini Peacelet~

Born To Fly - Part 1

Perched contently on her side of the double bed, cross legged with the fuzzy duvet tucked snuggly around herself and nursing a steamy mug of hot chocolate, Nikki's cornflower-blue orbs were fixated completely on the television, concentrating intensely on the program. Her wife - Christine - was downstairs in the lounge, focusing on a stack of paperwork that required her entire attention and rapid completion.

The two females had officially got married properly three weeks ago and had recently returned from their honeymoon in the Greek Islands over the Easter holidays. Now back at work, Christine still headmistress and Nikki as her deputy alongside Simon, the demand to catch up and regain control of the piling paperwork was essential. The brunette had finished her marking and lesson planning, so had padded upstairs to their bedroom.

She raised the mug of warm cocoa to her lips and inhaled the rich chocolatey aroma that tickled her nostrils teasingly and inhaled a tiny sip, eyes still hooked with excitement to the TV. Her orbs didn't even flicker a millimetre as the bedroom door creaked open and Christine entered, presumably having completed her outstanding files. The blonde exchanged her work attire for pyjamas and slipped beneath the covers, snaking her arms around Nikki's slender waist, "Hey,"

"Hi," The former army captain's pitch was muted, concentration glued to the program she was studying with gratification. She didn't want to miss a single second, learning some important tips in silence, noting them mentally.

"I've been thinking-" Before Christine was able to terminate her sentence, her wife interrupted her hastily, tone fuelled with spirited exasperation combined with zealous anticipation.

"Shhh! The Great British Bake Off's on! Paul and Mary are just trying their final bakes. Then it's time to see who's going to be leaving!" She was fired with enthusiasm for the cooking show despite the detail that her skills in the kitchen were truly awful.

The older female tilted her head up as she perceived Mary and Paul tasting the bakes from the contestants, "What did they have to bake?" She inquired curiously, trying to decipher the pastry creations.

"Can't you tell? Eclairs." Nikki informed jokingly, although she personally thought that the eclairs did appear rather eclair-ish. She then pressed her index finger against Christine's lips to prevent her from speaking again as Sue Perkins and Mel were about to reveal the star baker and then the unlucky sole who would be leaving the competition. The English teacher could taste their tension and nerves as they were anxiously kept in an evil suspense.

The brunette grunted morosely, clicking the television off from the remote and depositing the control and empty mug on her bedside table, sliding down under the covers, "Martha was my favourite, I was rooting for her to win." She muttered grumpily, learning that the youngest baker was the latest to be eliminated.

Christine exhaled a delicate, suppressed laugh as the woman that was her best friend pouted melancholy. Inclining forward and gently pulling her further into her cosy embrace, she pecked her lips, brushing a loose lock of chestnut-coloured hair from her face to reveal her radiant orbs that beamed with lust and passion.

A graceful sigh hovered from Nikki's lips as she settled in her wife's adoring hold, "You said earlier that you'd been thinking. What about?" She queried with a melodious whisper, "I know how dangerous it can be when you think." A tantalising smirk danced on her contours but all her tormenting earned her was a playful slap.

The head teacher recalled the topic she had intended to introduce into discussion with her lover and now that she had obtained her full attention - instead of sharing with the bake off - she was satisfied that she could enlighten her into her thoughts. The placid and tranquil ambience was also perfect, "Well, I was just thinking that the house is really quiet..." Her voice was a murmur tainted with faint anxieties at the reaction she would receive.

Nikki didn't respond immediately, contemplating a couple of thoughts momentarily. The more she thought about it, the more she agreed with the blonde. They had a spacious home with only the two of them living there; everything was so immaculate and methodical. And quiet. Dead. "Mm, I agree. I suppose it is rather quiet. Are you suggesting that we get a cat or a dog?"

No. No, that wasn't accurately what Christine had originally had in mind. Precisely not. She had been hoping for a more traditional answer. But it was evident that perhaps the brunette wasn't quite thinking the same, or hadn't cottoned on to her subtle hint. Pursing her lips together subsequently to subconsciously chewing her bottom lip, she figured she had no other option but to elaborate, "Uhm, well...a dog or cat of some sort would be nice...but that wasn't exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking more of a baby, like what most couples think about after marriage." Her manner faded into a feeble purr of nerves.

"Christine, I never had you down as a traditionalist." She mocked before allowing the whole details to process properly. A baby. Christine wanted a baby. Her emotions were mixed. There will still snippets of information that she hadn't confided in her wife. "A baby...who would carry it? Me or you?" She was cognisant that this probably wasn't the most sensible response, but the answer to that question would either settle her or make her more edgy.

The blonde shrugged, "I was thinking you." She still wasn't certain of how Nikki was feeling, she was good at concealing her emotions and feelings; she couldn't really decipher anything from her expressions and body language.

Nikki nodded, "okay," She didn't have anything constructive to say, engulfed by her thoughts and secrets. Pecking her wife's lips, she settled down to sleep. Tomorrow another day at Waterloo Road awaited.