A few days later, three days before her move to Jersey, Fiona let herself into Bill and Heather's new home. It was Victorian building made into flats. Heather and Bill's new place of paradise was located on the ground floor with two bedrooms and a garden. The decor was from the 1980's with grey, black and red patterned carpets and wallpaper. The living room was large and airy with high ceilings which led to a dining room with large patio door that overlooked the lawn.

Had it not been tipping down with rain, Fiona would have had the doors opened immediately to let the outside air in.  She set down the box of equipment she had brought and took out the kettle, milk and teabags. She made her way to the kitchen.

The kitchen was a 1970's nightmare, which she knew Bill's brother in law was coming over to rip out. She made a cup of tea and reflected on how lovely the wedding was. After David left that previous morning she was resolute in her decision to move to Jersey. She would tell him about the baby when she was settled.

Inside the flat she heard the toilet flush and she jumped out of her skin. She looked around for a blunt object to defend herself when the downstairs cloakroom opened and David emerged.

"Jesus you nearly gave me a heart attack!" David shouted. " I thought you had buggered off to Jersey!" David was shocked. As far as he knew she had gone. She looked pale and very scared to see him.

"Ehm, something came up so I had to change my plans a little. I didn't know that you were here today or I wouldn't..." she wouldn't have. She didn't want to see him again. Not for a while at least.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, I am sanding down the front room and dining room and you are stripping the walls in one of the other rooms, we won't be in each others way.'

"Good, good, ehm tea?" she asked. Her nausea that morning had been terrible. She had shouted for ralph for over an hour.

"Nope, Suzie sorted me out with a flask of coffee." David stated grabbing his bag from the kitchen chair and making his way to the front room.

"Wow, you lifted the carpets already?" Fiona stood behind him. " You will make someone an excellent wife. 

"Yup, this is not my first rodeo, someone made me do this over a year ago." David nodded reminding Fiona that she had upskilled him in DIY when he was still practically native.

"Clever woman." Fiona smiled.

"Goddam pain in the ass." David muttered under his breath. He brushed past  Fiona. He needed some distance away from her, or he would grab her and bend her over the kitchen table for a quickie like he had when they were in Wales.

Oh, the thought of Wales, it was an afternoon with weather like this that they had lain in bed discovering hitherto hidden parts of each other. It was wonderful. From that day to this, every time there was a rain storm he got a stonking boner. David decided to distract himself in work.

Two hours later, David had stopped for a break and he watched Fiona scraping the wallpaper off of the dining room walls and swearing. As he watched, he saw her become unsteady on her feet and then her fall flat out on the floor.

He rushed over and started to examine her, calling her name. She was breathing and her heart was pounding for sure.

"Fiona, jees, Fiona are you ok?" he shouted, shaking her to come round.

He heard her groan and then she opened her eyes. "What happened?" she winced trying to sit up. David placed and hand on her shoulder to make her stay down.

"I dunno, I was over there having a break and you looked like, well you did, you kind of fainted."

"Oh shit!" she sat up slowly rubbing her head and checking for damage, "Nothing worse than bruised pride I would say!" She made to get to her feet. She had felt dizzy for a couple of days. She put that down to hormones, and mental exhaustion of worrying about what David would say when he found out. She had seen him angry only once and she didn't want to be on the receiving end of his temper.

"Nope, you fainted, stay down for a while, I am getting us both some water." David sprinted to the kitchen. He was going to confront her about drug taking. She had been weird for weeks. It was none of his business but, he needed to tell her that she needed help.

Fiona's eyes swam with tears, she cried at the drop of a hat at the moment. Her boobs were so sore and she was at the toilet every five minutes. "I need to tell him." she said out loud to herself.

"You need to tell me what?" David sat on the floor handing her a glass. "You know, you are different the last few weeks, I have noticed, you look different. You look, I dunno, shiny, sparkly especially your eyes. Are you on drugs?" David paused and looked at her with as serious a look as he could summon. "I need you to be able to tell me anything, I won't judge, I am here to help."

Fiona closed her eyes, summoned up all of the courage she had. "No David, I am pregnant." She winced and waited for him to shout.

"What?" David's mouth hung open, "really?"

"Really, very seven weeks on Thursday pregnant." There she had told him. She scanned David's face for a reaction.

He stroked her hair and began to smile. "As in, you and me?" he said softly. There it was, the reason for Fiona's odd behaviour. For the last month she was pregnant. David knew in his heart that it was his.

"Yes, as in despite nuclear level pharmaceuticals to the contrary, I am having your baby in March." There she confirmed all information she knew to this point. She wanted to vomit. She couldn't read his reaction. If she didn't know better she would have sworn he looked happy.

"How do you feel about it?"David could not hide his smile. He wasn't certain the condom had split the second time. She had taken the morning after pill, she would not have been prescribed another one. Most of all, he knew he morning after pill was only 90% effective.

"Terrified, lonely, tearful, fearful, determined, alive, nauseous. At the moment I am rotating through all of those emotions on a minute by minute basis." she confessed, "I need you to know that I did not do this on purpose, I don't expect anything from..."

David kissed her gently, taking the words from her. He moved closer to her and embraced her with purpose.

"Shhhh, Fiona, all this time? At Heather's Hen Night? Oh, my, I am so sorry for my behaviour at the wedding. I was so mad with you. There you were pregnant, with my baby. Saying nothing." he stroked her face, " Fiona, were you thinking of...."

Fiona pulled away gently and sat up on to her knees. "No, not even for a second did I think about not keeping the baby or not telling you. I don't want you to feel that I have trapped you David I am serious. You can be as involved as you like, but I don't expect anything from you. This is my baby and I will look after it alone. I don't want you to pity me or be with me because this situation made you." Fiona felt the tears well up again. It seemed she had an in built sprinkler system at the moment.

David stood up and carried her into the kitchen and set her on the work surface. He bent down to eye level. "Fiona MacDonald, I have never, ever, met anyone like you, you rock my world. You make me want to be better than I am, on a constant basis. I am in love with you, I have been for a long time. You and I have somehow made another human being and I cannot think of anyone else, I would want to be the mother of my children or my partner for life. I thought I had lost you and somehow the universe has given me you." David's eyes moved from her face to her stomach. "And a baby. Our baby. Wow, I am bloody delighted. Now come here and kiss me you ruined woman." David kissed her gently whilst she ran her hands through his hair.

"OK Romeo." she smiled, "What do we do now?" She had not planned for this scenario at all.

"Well you are doing nothing for a start. I will clear up in here and then I presume you brought the car?"

Fiona nodded dumbstruck that David was taking the news so well. He looked ecstatic.

"Good, then I am going to take you back to Grove Road and you are going into my bed....." David began.

Fiona made a motion to protest.

"The sheets are clean! Then you are going to sleep. Then we are going out somewhere we, you and I can talk. Just talk and figure out what we do next." David laboured every 'we' in the statement to ensure that Fiona understood his intent. He was like a tornado in the flat clearing up and within five minutes he was ready to leave. David had to keep her near him. He wasn't letting her out of his sight. Not yet at least.

" I will drive." he said to Fiona.

"Indeed you will not!" She protested. "It is my car, you are not insured and you will treat him badly. I will take my time and you will just have to like it."

"Jesus, are you always going to be like this?" David laughed moving round to the boot and loading his bag in.

"I don't know any other way to be." She said half apologetically.

"Good, never change! I hate pathetic simpering women." It was the truth. He liked women who drove him to be better and she was the best he had found.

"Ok Shakespeare, get in the car and I will drive, I am starving and nauseous so can we get chips and gravy on the way?" Fiona knew that Suzie would have kept David on Kale and Quinoa.

"Why don't we go back to the house and I will run to the Worlds's End chippy and bring you back South west london's finest." David grinned.

"Oh that would be lovely. Can I have a bath?" She was lathered in sweat after fainting.

"Sure why not. Then get into bed and I will have sustenance with you in a trice m'lady"

David took her hand whilst she was driving only letting it go when she changed gear.

He let her into the house and he ran off down the back lanes to the chip shop and bought them both the food of the gods. He flew up stairs and found her coming out of the bath yawning.

"I will get you some clothes and you and I can cuddle and eat chips." David stated.

"That is the most romantic thing that anyone has ever said to me!" She needed food and sleep and he had sorted it out for her.

"Ha! I know that is a lie, I have said plenty better." He laughed leading Fiona into the room and throwing his rugby top and some boxer shorts at her.

Fiona quickly dried herself and changed into the offered clothes before devouring the chips.

"In between feeling like I am going to puke I am absolutely starving all of the time. I am going to be as big as a house if I keep this up." Fiona looked worried.

"You will be gorgeous," he smiled," I think your tits have got bigger."

"They have! They are so bloody sore too! I have nipples that you can hang a wet donkey jacket on." She opened the top of the rugby top to demonstrate.

"Fiona," he warned, "that move will land you in trouble."

"What more than I am in now?" She teased. Memories of the other morning had got her motor running.

She laughed, watching as he removed the bag of chips and can of coke from her lap and drawing her closer to him. He began to trace the outline of her nipple through the top.

"Wow, David I am so very very turned on. I am walking about with my turned on setting at four constantly, but this has upped it to about eight." She had heard being pregnant upped your libido. She found herself staring at men all of the time.

"Hmm," he moved in to kiss her, "stop talking and let me do you."

"This is an unexpected pleasure Dr Williams." Fiona smiled as David drew her near to him.

"Sure is Ms McDonald." he growled as he pulled her on top of him. He had thought he would never be with her again. Here she was not just staying but staying for good.

They both fell asleep until 5pm when they decided to get dressed and go out for something to eat.

Fiona went back to the hovel to change. After a frantic search she found a black top and wide legged trousers and met David at Nachos on Fulham Road.

He was sat at a table for two in the back. She could see him beaming at her across the crowded restaurant.

"Wow you look cute." he stood up and guided her into the chair opposite.

"You look as gorgeous as ever. Promise me something?" She laughed, David nodded eagerly, "That we will go on a hunt for T shirts that fit you. As I said earlier, this pregnancy has made me as horny as a rat and I am afraid that the laws against public indecency may be evoked by the fact that if you had a spot on your chest you could see it."

He threw his head back and laughed heartily, then leaned across the table conspiratorially. "Thank God for 501s because I am so turned on by knocking you up that I may scare half of the tables here."

"Can I get you something to drink?" The waitress asked snapping them both back.

"Beer for me..." David looked at Fiona.

"Water for me please." Fiona sighed. The waitress nodded and left them both.

"Water huh?" David laughed. Fiona nodded and rolled her eyes, "you want anything stronger?"

"Weirdly no." she laughed,"I would normally slap you silly for a red wine here but at the moment the thought of a drink makes me feel awful. However I am flipping ravenous."

"Then I best make sure the mother of my child has sustenance!" he grinned beckoning over the waitress and ordering.

The waitress eyed David, taking in his body, his face. She then gave Fiona a filthy look and flirted with David until he had completed his order, she then turned to Fiona and flatly took her order, beamed at David and turned back to the bar.

"Did you see that?" Fiona laughed.

"What?" David replied taking her hand across the table, looking around for whatever Fiona was pointing out. He shrugged.

"That waitress," Fiona laughed, "she looked like she was going to eat you for breakfast!"

"She  didn't!" he laughed, "anyway its obvious I am with you isn't it?"

"I think, she thinks, I am not good enough for you."  she laughed, "She is over there giving me looks like my head will explode."

"Really?" David looked round and the waitress winked at him, "Wow, best not encourage that."

"Did you do her before?" Fiona laughed. It was a fair question.

"Nope not that I can remember." he giggled. Fiona smacked his hand playfully,  "No really I haven't, not my type, too skinny, no tits."

Fiona threw her head back and laughed, "Best not upset her or we will have spit in our dinner, I know how these things work!" She placed her hand back in his, "I suppose I have a long time to put up with this."

"Put up with what?" David smiled at her. He heard her say long time..

"Women throwing themselves at you, it happens so much I think you either don't care or don't notice."

"Ehm both? Women don't throw themselves at me." He was sure he would notice.

"David they do, it happens every day, everywhere we go." she said emphatically.

"Prove it' He challenged.

Fiona sat back in her chair and began to count on her fingers. "Twice recently," she began,"at the wedding you went to the bar, a packed bar I may add, you got served immediately. The barmaid gave you a free round of shots. That is not normal David."

David laughed and nodded for her to go on.

"When it was time to pay the bill and the manager, Female I may add, gave you an extra limoncello after dinner again not normal."

"Sure it is!" He laughed, "People are nice and give me and everyone else extras."

"Nope David, WOMEN are nice to you and WOMEN give you extras in order to get into your knickers."

"Ehm I think this happens to you too." he was not letting her off lightly.

"Does it hell!" this she had to hear.

"Oh now let's think." he tapped his chin,"You know the guy at Harts the Grocer who runs the hot food counter?"

"Yes of course Sam."

"Why do you think you get bigger portions than everyone else? Why do you think we send you to get the grub?"

"Coz you lot are a bunch of lazy fat bastards?" There was no other explanation she could think of.

David laughed and shook his head, "Because he and the barman at the Sporting Page have a thing for you."

"Who Skippy?" She laughed, " No he doesn't." Fiona could not work out why Skippy like her. He did save all of the partially drunk bottles of wine for the girls. He did that for everyone surely?

"He does, because he told me he did. Wanted to ask you out and I told him to back off!" He admitted.

"Bugger off! When did this happen?" Fiona thought that David had gone temporarily insane.

"When I was seeing Suzie and the boys got me wankered at Thanksgiving." he winced.

"You bad, bad man." she shook her head and laughed. "There I was friendless and shagless and you put him off!"

David ran his hands through his hair and gave Fiona an awkward look, "Whilst I am at it, I may as well tell you that I told John the barman at the Hospital Bar that you had herpes."

Fiona burst out laughing so loudly that the rest of the restaurant turned to stare at her momentarily, "You bloody well did not!"

David looked at her sheepishly, "I did, he was crazy mad about you. Every time I saw him he was like, 'If i wore a condom it would be ok' and I would shake my head saying 'too risky mate', I am sorry Fiona, poor shagless you, branded as a virus ridden woman."

"You are a very, very bad man" Fiona said in a low sexy voice, "I will have to take my revenge on your body totally for you besmirching my good character amongst the men folk of Chelsea."

"Does that mean coitus in the position of madam's choice?" David hoped it would be.

"Yes," she wiggled her eyebrows,"however I will not allow you to either touch my tits or arse during it!"

"No!" he mock cried out, he leaned in to whisper, "those are my favourite bits"

"I know," she giggled, "but you have to take your punishment, you very, very bad man."

The waitress delivered their drinks and placed the share plate of Nachos under David and walked away. They both giggled and began to eat.

"Did you speak to Suzie?" Fiona asked

"Yup," David managed between mouthfuls, "went to see her and she thinks I am a dick."

"You are," Fiona said flatly,"however very loveable with it."

"Ha!" he laughed, "I can go and get my things tomorrow and that will be that!"

"Poor Suzie, you know she was very much in love with you. I know what it is like to lose you and I don't envy how she will be feeling."

"God Fi, you are so lovely! She fucking hates you and you are worried about how she feels."

"David, she will be all over the place, not knowing what way is up. She doesn't need me to be gloating. Anyway, no doubt my name will be mud in the hospital. She will be gloating about me getting knocked up to keep you."

"Fiona, you didn't, I know you wouldn't, and really I think that if we are having a baby we should get married."

Fiona nearly chocked on her dinner. She grabbed a glass of water and tried to steady her breathing. "Did I hear you correctly?"

"I think you did!" he laughed, "Miss MacDonald, love of my life will you marry me?"

Fiona beamed broadly back at David. "Are you sure?"

"Sure as I am ever going to be, now please put me out of my misery and say yes!"

"Of course I will!" she laughed.

The waitress returned with their main meals and David was bouncing in his chair with excitement.

"My girlfriend just said yes to marrying me, isn't that brilliant!"

"It's magical." she replied flatly and slapped Fiona's dinner in front of her.

"Told you..." she grinned.

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Fiona put down the phone to her aunt. Her aunt was full of questions and concerns but mostly happy for Fiona.

She peeped into the living room where David was lying on the couch with a bowl of popcorn balancing on his stomach giggling at Ferris Bueller's Day Off. She gazed at him, taking in how happy he appeared and how amazing he looked in the shorts and T-shirt he had changed into.

David felt her gaze on him and smiled to himself, his mother was shocked by the news of the baby. She wanted to make sure that David was sure of his intentions. He talked to her about how happy he was and excited by the news.

"You gonna stare or paint a picture?" He strained to see her face and smiled.

"No I am looking at the popcorn. I am still hungry. She giggled making her way across to sit next to him on the couch.

"Sure you are! You are thinking it is the most gorgeous bowl of popcorn in the world and how glad it is going to be yours for ever!" He sat up and created a space for her to move next to him.

"Hmmm something like that," she lay her hand on his chest pushing him back and lying next to him with her leg hitched up over his hip.

He turned to face her and dropped a kiss on her lips which started softly and built in passion until he moved Fiona to lie on top of him whilst he caressed her bottom through her pyjamas.

"Babe", she whispered, "shall we take this upstairs?"

"We could and should but is it sad that I want to make out a bit here?"

She placed her forehead on his and looked into his eyes. "Yes it is you big girl!"

"Hmm" he hummed into her neck," I know you are a kissing slut and," he nibbled at he neck, "I am taking my time with you tonight, slow, long and all night is what I have planned."

"Good Lord!" Fiona gasped as he grabbed her bum and played with it, "do what you like".

After half an hour David scooped Fiona into his arms and carried her upstairs. A very usual end to an unusual day for both of them.