Fiona was bone tired. She watched Oliver packing for the conference. He appeared so nervous to leave them. Fiona felt so much better for Lyn and Nikki's help. 

Nikki had given Fiona a group to attend. They were all women who had lost babies and then had children afterwards. The group had given her so much help. She needed to air her worst fears in a safe place. 

Lyn and Oliver had called in a few favours and gained Henry a consultation with a Paediatrician. He was given some medication that worked well. Fiona and Oliver managed to get some sleep at night and Henry settled a little more. Still, Fiona has not recovered all of her strength and energy. She needed another couple of months of recovery before she was fully herself again. 

Fiona looked at Oliver. He looked better for gaining more sleep. He was excited about attending the conference. This was important to his career. After the conference, he would be sure to have his paper published.

"Cher, are you sure this is ok?" Oliver asked. 

"Oliver you are speaking. It will be a good break for you. God knows it's been hell in here for the last two months. At least I can catch up on my sleep when you are at work." Fiona smiled at him. Fiona walked over to Oliver and gave him a long hug and smelled in his scent. "I will miss you. I promise when you get back next week I will be better."

"You have had a baby Fi. It's ok. I know from experience we will get back to normal." Oliver smiled at her warmly. The baby was nearly eight weeks old. That was when they had begun to know each other again after Mattie. 

"It's different this time. He is a little loveable shit. We have Mattie too. I feel different though more tired. More numb to everything.  I am so sorry if you have come last in the equation Oliver." Fiona needed to find a way back to Oliver. She loved him, the therapy group was working and the treatment for Henry was working.

"I am a grown-up Fiona. We are in this together. I love you and our little family." He kissed her on the top of her head.

"Mummy and Daddy the phone was ringing and its Tuncle Emblyn."

Fiona and Oliver exchanged worried glances.

"Give the phone to mummy please," Oliver asked.

Fiona took the receiver and took a deep breath in.

"Emlyn, how are you?" she asked

"Terrible." Emlyn's voice trembled. He wasn't sure that he could get the words out.

"How is Jilly?" Fiona needed to know.

"She is not good at all. It seems that she is slipping away Fiona. I don't know what to do." Emlyn sobbed quietly.

Fiona shook her head at Oliver and mouthed 'not long' to him. Oliver gave Fiona a pained look and whispered to her did she want him to stay. Fiona shook her head.

"Ems darling. You don't need to do anything apart from being there for her. Just hold her hand. Tell her it is ok to leave."

"It isn't though Fi. How am I going to live without her?" Emlyn admitted 

"With difficulty Emlyn. You will. It won't be nice." Fiona soothed. "Do you want me and the kids to come over. I am sorry we are a bit of a package as Oliver is going to Copenhagen tonight to speak at a conference."

"I think it would be good to have the children. It will help everyone get through it." Emlyn admitted.

"I will be there after dropping Oliver at the Airport," Fiona stated. "I will be with you in an hour."

At the airport, Fiona pulled the car into the drop off bay. Both of the children were fast asleep in the car.

Oliver looked over at his sleeping children. He took Fiona's hand gently to his lips and kissed her fingers. He took her hand to his heart.

"I love you, Fiona. I love our children. If you don't want me to go to the conference I will understand." Oliver meant it. He wanted to stay, however, he needed to go.

"Oliver this is important to you. It is good for you to have some time out." Fiona stated gently. She was needed by Emlyn. The loss of Jilly would be hard on them all.

"The timing sucks though," Oliver admitted.

"Oliver no one knows how long Jilly has. She has been so brave. Poor Emlyn though. I am glad that you are ok with me staying with him."

"Of course I am! Though be careful Cherie, you know you will see David over the next few days."

Fiona stared at Oliver open mouthed.

"Oliver. I look and feel at my worst. My friend is dying. My baby blues are terrible and that little wonderful shit won't keep a feed down. On an hourly basis, my tits feel like they are going to explode in a not so good way. I am quite sure my downstairs department looks like I stepped on a landmine. So if that is what you are worried about - don't." Fiona was furious.

"I didn't put that very well. Fiona, he still loves you and...." Oliver tried to explain.

"And I am married to you. I love you. When I don't feel like this I fancy the pants off of you." Fiona calmly stated. 

"You do?" Oliver asked, the fire between them glowing at the edges.

"Oh you know I do!" She smiled. Fiona scooted over in the car and ran her hand through his hair and kissed him softly.

"Don't get me all riled up Fiona! I have been on bread and water for eight weeks. I am like a horny teenager at the moment." Oliver laughed.

"When you get back. We can ask Lyn to watch the kids overnight and you and I will get back to knowing each other ok? "Fiona placed her head on Oliver's shoulder and drank in his scent.

"That can not come soon enough. I love you Fi." Oliver admitted. He could see that she was coming out of the worst of the postnatal blues.

"I love you too," Fiona admitted. She did, she loved him with all she had

They sat for a few seconds holding hands. Listening to their children's breathing and just being together. Enjoying the rare quiet moment together.

A young pretty woman stood in front of their car waving at Oliver. It jolted them both out of their revelry.

"Oh, that's my colleague Alice. We are travelling together." Oliver waved back at the pretty girl.

"Wow, she is cute! Mind yourself, Oliver, she is your type. All glossy and dark." Fiona giggled.

"I don't like glossy and dark. I like natural and fair. Just like you." Oliver stated factually. Fiona was very his type. 

"She looks very French to me," Fiona noted.

Oliver laughed heartily. "I think she is from Shepton Mallet."

"So not French?"  Fiona laughed.

"Non! Elle est Anglaise." Olver stated.

Oliver kissed Fiona. He sighed and leapt out of the car. He opened the back door and kissed both of his sleeping children.

"Give Ems and Jilly my love. You always have it." Oliver stated as he left.

Fiona watched as Oliver made his way to join his pretty colleague. She watched until he disappeared into the Departure lounge.

She felt a heaviness in her heart as she manoeuvred the car out of the parking bay towards Jilly and Emlyn.