Fiona and David were rudely awoken by the door banging loudly at 7 am. David leapt across the room gathering a towelling robe on the way. He opened the door to find a distraught looking Heather outside.

"I need to speak to Fiona now!" she said urgently shoving David out of the way.

"Come in why don't you?" David laughed, "You want some tea or something?" Heather looked very upset.

"God no!" Heather wailed back, she surveyed the room and spotted the bathroom, "Tell her I am in there and to meet me now."

"Heather you are mental!" David shook his head and informed Fiona to meet Heather in the bathroom now.

"Really?" Fiona stretched. She adjusted to her wakened state and her mind jumped to Heather and Bill.

"Really! She looks totally nuts." David was worried. He had never seen Heather even flustered before.

"Oh no, I hope Bill hasn't done what I think he has..." Fiona threw herself out of the bed, discovered she was naked and ran around looking for a dressing gown.

"Want mine?" David smirked shimmying out of it and offering the robe to Fiona over the bed.

"A fine sight for a woman in the morning Mr Williams!" she laughed taking the robe and putting it on, "though if I were you I would get out of the way of the window as the ladies 7am tee off is having a lovely time."

David spun round to see a collection of the Wedding Party female golfers ogling him from the tee. He quickly covered himself in the nearest bedclothes and had the good grace to give them all a wave and take a bow. Fiona grinned and made her way to the bathroom.

Heather sat on the toilet, holding a box in her hand. She motioned Fiona to sit on the edge of the bath.

"Are you ok?" Fiona asked slowly. Heather looked distraught.

"No, I am not," Heather let out a sob, "I am knocked up Fi, look!" Heather handed Fiona the box of pregnancy tests. "I did one this morning, I missed my period by a couple of days and I thought I had best check it out. I have dodged the bullet so many times you know. I thought this was another one." She then let out a full wail.

"Oh Heather," Fiona weighed her words carefully, "are you ok about this?" she scanned Heather's face for a sign.

"Oh God! I don't bloody know, one minute I am elated and the other I am so terrified that I bolt out of my toilet and find myself banging on your door at 7am." she took a length of toilet roll from the holder and blew her nose on it.

"I take it that Bill doesn't know yet." Fiona crouched down and met Heather's eyes. Fiona was positive he didn't know.

"No, I don't know what to do! He will think I am trying to trap him and honestly I am not!" Heather sobbed, "He's Irish Catholic, I will be married this time next week and he will hate me for ever for trapping him by getting knocked up!" Heather was terrified. This was not how she wanted to keep a man. Not at all.

"Slow down there! You are worrying about things you don't need to." Fiona hugged Heather, "I think he will be surprised but delighted. He is so mad about you I cannot say. It would more be like him trapping you!" Fiona made sure that she did not give away Bill's intention to ask to marry her. She gave Heather as much reassurance as she could.

"What with his super sperm that can get through a condom and the mini pill?" She laughed. "How is he going to believe that? I am never, ever, ever going on a mini break to bloody Bath again. He got all Mr Darcy on me. Too much Jane Austen, of which I am blaming you for."

"Really? My fault?" Fiona smiled at Heather. She stood up and hugged her. "Oh bloody hell, he must have sperm like the SAS!" Fiona became instantly worried.

"What am I going to do Fiona?" Heather meant it. What could she do?

"Well you can't stay in this bathroom for ever, that's for sure. Look, tell him you have something important to tell him, make sure he has breakfast first though." Fiona advised.

"Why on earth? Oh yes, he is such a grumpy bastard when he is hungry." Heather nodded getting her things together and joining Fiona on the side of the bath.

"They are all down for a round of golf this morning at 8 am, the women, mind you on the 7 am tee got a shot of Boston naked at the window, so they will make short shrift of the course now doubt."

"Naked?" Heather gasped, "You bang him properly this time?"

Fiona laughed and blushed, "I am pleading the fifth."

"Oh my God you did, you banged him, good for you, go check the condom for SAS sperm though."

"I will give it a thorough inspection I promise! Now, go have some room service and tell him." Fiona led Heather from the bathroom and showed her to the door.

David sat on the bed watching Fiona help Heather to the door and heard them whispering something before turning to face him.

"What the hell was that all about?" he quizzed her, grabbing her robe, opening it and kissing her neck.

"You won't get it out of my that way young man," she laughed slapping him off and closing her gown, "you are due on the tee at 8 am. I am due on some spa shit from hell with my cousin at 8 am, it's late and we have no time for.."

"Always time for what I have in mind. I saw that shower and we can both get dirty and clean at the same time." He scooped her up and placed her over his shoulder and strode to the shower.

Bill was beaming at David on the first tee. He took out his number 3 wood and struck the ball sweetly and turned to David. "Good luck comes in threes, I got engaged this morning, found out I am going to be a dad and I think I got that ball on the green," he said triumphantly.

"You say what?" David laughed. Did he hear Bill correctly? Did he just say that he was going to get married and he was having a kid?

"You heard you daft prick. Heather agreed to marry me at breakfast this morning. I couldn't wait any longer. She said yes and then told me that she was pregnant. Due in February can you believe," he laughed and hugged David, "can you imagine anything as brilliant as this?"

"No, I cannot!" David lifted Bill up and ran up the fairway after the golf ball.

Heather pointed to Bill from the Spa window where all of the ladies of the wedding party sat waiting on their various treatments. "That is my future husband and father of my unborn child, can you believe" she shook her head. "He asked me to marry him this morning and gave me this enormous ring that is so beautiful he could not have picked it out in a million years." she looked at Fiona accusingly, "Then when I said that I would only answer after I told him my news, he went mental. He demanded an answer, I said yes, he went good mental. Then I told him I was knocked up and he has been like THAT ever since."

"Let me see it!" Karen asked, "When are you due?"

"February, I think. Oh, I have taken the shine from your day haven't I?" Heather apologised.

"Not unless you are marrying Gordon then no." Karen beamed, "I just want everyone to have a great day and enjoy it, but most of all I want to marry Gordon."

"You two are nauseating." Fiona laughed, "I am going to get happy by a process of osmosis, sat with you two all day."

"Ok, I am a bride today so I can say this," Karen laughed, "are you fucking kidding me! Now I know that I am with Gordon and I love him, but that man of yours." she blew out a whistle, "I would break him in half given the chance and the gossip I have, is that you are, on a very, very regular basis."

"Well.." Fiona began shyly. She really did not want to have this conversation with anyone least of all her baby cousin.

"Ms McDonald for hair please." a voice came over the tannoy.

"Ah, saved by the bell folks, see you at the altar." she laughed.

Fiona already regretted David being at the wedding. It would make what she was about to do even harder. She knew that she had to. Seeing Heather so happy was the final push she needed.

She loved David. That was never in doubt. Could she ever trust him again? Would he be the safe keeper of her heart that she needed? That was the biggest source of concern she had. And it grew by the hour.

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