Gigi has to leave too

After Heidi leaves, you crawl back into bed and attempt to snuggle up against Gigi, but she pushes your arms away and gives you a peck on the cheek instead.

"John, I've got a modeling gig in the Bahamas. Swimsuit edition for Sports Illustrated. The flight's this afternoon and I should get ready. I've got to go back to my apartment downtown and pack."

"Aw... do you have to?" you whine as you bury your face in your pillow. There's a long pause before you turn around and open your eyes to see Gigi looking down at you. She seems to be thinking.

"... I won't go if you tell me not to," she says softly, and you realize how much power you have over her.

Regretting your words immediately, you grab her hand and give it a good squeeze. "No, I was being silly. Of course you should go, it's a big deal. Plus, you should keep doing what you're doing. It's good for you and us, while I figure out what I want to do."

"Thank you!" Gigi gives you another kiss, this time on the lips, before jumping out of bed excitedly to get dressed. She mentions that the shoot will take about 5 days, and while you're sad to see her leave, you're at least comforted by the fact that she seems to be as well.