Set post S10 and does get a bit dark, so here's your warning. Just a small chapter to start.
Ruth awoke to an uncomfortable pressure against her abdomen. The baby was kicking, hard and she gasped. An arm slipped around her waist, or what used to be her waist and she smiled. "You okay?" his hoarse voice murmured into her ear.
"Mm," she said. "Your son is using my stomach as a football."
"That's my boy," Harry said, clearly thrilled as his hand rested against her belly. "Though it won't be football. It'll be rugby."
"Oh, of course," she said. "I forgot."
"It's important Ruth," he said, whispering in her ear before kissing her skin gently. "We have to have our son play rugby, not football."
"What about cricket?" she asked sleepily.
"Oh, I forgot about cricket," he said. "Mind you, with the way the England team is playing at the moment, a toddler might be an improvement."
Ruth laughed and turned to kiss him deeply. "Good morning," she whispered.
"Mm," he said. His hand slid down over her body until her cupped her bum and she moaned.
"I love the way you touch me," she whispered.
"I love touching you," he said and she laughed again.
"I love you," she said honestly.
"Oh, I recognise that hint," he said. "You want me to make you breakfast."
"Well, yes," she admitted. "But I do love you."
He kissed her deeply again. "You finished the marmite yesterday," he said in between kisses. "None for your toast."
"Oh," she moaned, pouting at him. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip delicately, making her shiver. Then his hands lowered to her breasts and she began to forget about being hungry at all.
"If you can wait half an hour, I'll go out and get you some marmite," he said.
"And milk. And bread," she said as his thumbs circled her sensitive nipples delightfully, making her lose her train of thought.
"Later," he said. He bent to her and sucked her nipple delicately. "I have something very important to do right now."
"Oh yes…" He chuckled, then bent to his work.
"I'll be back in an hour," he said, leaving her in bed, the sheets rumpled around her after their rather pleasurable morning activities. The shops were about a twenty minute drive from their cottage in the middle of nowhere. They liked having a cottage here, with no neighbours and no habitation for at least three miles in every direction. Even so, it was a beautiful cottage, and perfect for the two (soon to become three) of them. "I need to get some petrol for the car too."
"Take your time," she said. "I'm going back to sleep."
"Good," he said. "You need your rest, for the baby if nothing else."
"Go," she said lightly. "I'll be here." He kissed her goodbye, a long lingering kiss.
"I love you."
"I'll love you more with marmite and bread." He laughed, getting the point immediately.
"See you soon." He left and Ruth managed to stay awake until she heard the car drive off and then collapsed into sleep. It was hard work, carrying and growing a baby.
That was the last time Ruth saw her husband.