"Catherine?" He shouted from the front door of her house. "Cath?" He called once more before taking a key from his pocket and opening the door. She'd given him the key a few weeks ago, for emergencies of course. He stepped into the hall and called her name again; again he received no reply.

He knew she was here, her car was in the driveway and her purse was in the hall; so why wasn't she answering his calls. She had looked kind of upset when she left work, she never even said goodbye to him and that was really unusual. Come to think of it she's been like a ghost this past week, distant and unfocused; definitely not her usual self.

"Cath?" His voice was laced with apparent concern as he wandered further into the familiar house searching for her. He pushed open the door to her bedroom, a room he'd been in many times before, it was dark but the bed was untouched; she wasn't there. He was about to turn and leave when he heard a noise coming from her en suite bathroom. He stepped up and slowly turned the handle, his heart was in his mouth with fear at what he might find on the other side of the door.

She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with her head in her hands, her hair hung down and covered her face but he could tell from the rise and fall of her shoulders that she was sobbing. His heart sank he felt like it was breaking at the sight of the woman he loved in tears in the bathroom. He kneeled down on the floor in front of her, tenderly reaching his hand up to her chin. Raising her head until her eyes met his, he could see her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear streamed, his heart broke a little more.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly, his voice hardly louder than a whisper. She looked away from him, a wave of fresh tears sweeping over her. Why did he have to be so nice?

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't do that now, come on, talk to me!" He pleaded; he was starting to get really worried now.

"Warrick!" She breathed shakily, trying to regain her composure or at least her ability to speak. "I'm sorry." She cried.

"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" Now he was worried and confused. She reached her hand up to touch his which still rested under her chin.

"I don't know how this happened. I mean...we're always careful...always...I just don't understand."

"Don't understand what Catherine? Don't know how what happened?" His voice was losing its gentle comforting tones, instead taking on a more worried one. She shook her head at him.

"I'm pregnant!" She sighed. He blinked; had he heard her correctly? Pregnant? What? His jaw dropped slightly. He had to say something, he knew he had to say something to her, he just didn't know what to say.

"What?" He finally managed to squeeze out a word. "Are you sure?"

His question was answered with a deathly glare from Catherine, who was becoming less upset and angrier by the minute. "Yes I'm sure!" She spat through gritted teeth, picking her last pregnancy test out of the trash can and pushing it into his hand. Warrick looked at the white stick in his hand, 2 blue lines in the result window, she was pregnant. "See positive! I'm never late Warrick, never! And that's the third test I've taken...each one was positive and I don't think I've kept my breakfast down in over a week. So yes, yes I'm sure!"

"I'm sorry!" He said sincerely, "I'm just...shocked!" He shook his head in disbelief.

"You and me both!" She sat down beside him on the edge of the bath, it was big news for sure, and she wasn't even sure how she felt about it herself.

"Um...how far along are you?" He asked his voice was oddly calm.

"A few weeks, 4 maybe, more. I think!"

"So that's why you've been acting kind of weird these past few weeks?" He half laughed.

She didn't know what to do, why was he being so calm about this? How was he being so calm about this? She'd been freaking out ever since she found out, worried sick about telling him. They'd only been seeing each other for a few months, they certainly hadn't discussed having children together, Catherine didn't even know if Warrick wanted kids. He was great with Lindsey but a baby would be entirely different.

"Look Warrick...I understand if you're not ready for this. I mean a having a baby completely changes your life, I should know." She gave a weak smile. "If you don't want to be involved I understand...I mean if you want to leave, I won't hold it against you!" She said dejectedly. She loved Warrick, but she wasn't about to force him to stay with him just because she was pregnant; she knew from experience how badly things turn out when that happens.

"What?" He asked, his shock changing to an indescribable mixture of hurt and anger. Did she expect him to leave her? Did she really think that about him?

"Warrick," She explained, "Having a baby...it's life changing...it puts pressure on a relationship...we're only been seeing each other for a few months for Christ's sake, you're not ready for this, we're not ready for this. And I don't want you to be with me because you feel obliged!"

"Hold on a second now Cath," He said, his voice rising slightly as did his anger level. "What makes you think I'm just gonna leave you. Yeah kids are tough, I know all that. And I'm prepared to stick it out! I'm not going anywhere Catherine. We're in this together! We might have only been seeing each other for a few months, but I've loved you for a lot longer. Maybe we're not ready for this, but we'll figure it out. We can figure it out together." He took her hand in his and exhaled deeply. Small tears made their way down her cheeks.

"Are you sure about this? Because I don't want you to say all this because you think it's what I want to hear and then 6 months down the line you walk out or run off with another woman."

"I'm not Eddie Catherine! Stop thinking that I am!" He couldn't stop his voice from rising. "I'm here for the long run; I'm talking first steps, first day at school, first date, diapers, basketball games, the lot!" His voice softened, "I love you Catherine and I want to be there for you...you and our baby...and Lindsey too!"

No longer able to control herself that tears fell in streams down Catherine's cheeks, carrying what was left of her mascara with them. But she was smiling. She looked at him for the first time since he came into the bathroom; looked deep into his soulful eyes. He was scared she could see it in his eyes, but he was smiling and he seemed sure of what he was saying.

"I love you too!" She smiled, sniffing the last of her tears away, "You really think we can do this?"

"You kidding?" He raised his eyebrows at her, "Of course we can! We might make a few mistakes, but we can do this, I mean you're already a fantastic mother and I'm sure I'll pick it up."

She beamed at him, believing him that everything would be ok. "You're going to be a wonderful father!" She raised her hand to his cheek; he reached out his arms and pulled her in to his embrace.

"So we're going to do this? We're gonna be alright?" He searched for reassurance that she was ok.

"We're going to be great!" She nodded, speaking slowly. He smiled at her and brought his lips down to meet hers briefly. Catherine closed her eyes, absorbing the bliss of the moment, the calm after the storm, only to be interrupted by a thought crossing her mind. Her eyes widen as she leaned back to look him in the eye.

"How are we going to tell Lindsey?" She asked.