This is a continuation from my first A/B A/U modern fan fic - It'll be a bit happy and Fluffy for a while - but don't think that Vera wont be rearing her head again in a few chapters time!
Enjoy and review should you feel compelled!
The flat was in semi darkness, all the lights were off apart from the strip of glow coming from under the bedroom door, ever since he had moved into Anna's flat a year ago John had quickly got used to her shift work patterns, and learnt that he should check the timetable on the fridge before he started clatter-banging the pots and pans about – lest she be on earlies and he incurred the wrath of a sleep deprived Anna. She wasn't on earlies, she was on nights, so John could make as much noise as he liked – because if she wasn't up yet – she would soon have to be.
"Anna, it's half six, do you want your tea with me before you go to work? … Anna?" he waited and called again, but there was still no reply, carefully depositing his keys on the kitchen counter and putting his coat on the sofa arm he opened the bedroom door. Anna was in her uniform, showered and ready for work, she was at on the side of the bed – crosslegged – she looked up when John walked in. He could see at once that she was worried and immediately his mind thought of Vera, it had been almost a year since their divorce and the restraining order on her was cast iron. But still he worried.
"Anna? What is it? What's wrong?"
"I'm late …"
"No you're not, it's only half past six, you don't have to leave until eight."
"No … I'm late – late."
"Wha … Oh Jesus … well …. I mean is that … what is … does that … does it mean you're pregnant."
"No no … but I think the 4 positive pregnancy tests in my draw might mean I am."
"Christ …"
" … We're having a baby John – I'm having your child … Jesus!"
"Christ in Hell … Anna we're having a baby!" he beamed throwing his arm around her, being with Anna was the first time he ha allowed him self to consider a future, staring a family, growing old and doing the gardening. But he had never dreamed it would happen so soon – or indeed that it would ever really happen. But he supposed that eventually it would have happened soon or later the way they had been carrying on, she curled her legs up under her self and burrowed into John's shoulder.
"You are happy aren't you?"
"I am – you have no idea how happy I am John – it's just a shock that's all." She lay back across the bed, pulling John down to join her, he slid an arm around her waist, using the other to run a finger down her cheek. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he really did love her, although however much he loved her and however much he was thrilled about her having his child, there were associated difficulties. For a start he still hadn't introduced Anna to his Mother, she lived in Cobh, Co. Cork, which is a schlep and a half by anyone's standards, and more than that, John's mother had always been very vocal regarding John's taste in women.
"You know," he began, resting a hand on her belly, feeling the warmth through her uniform, " you're going to have to meet my mother now …"
"I know, I was going to have to one day wasn't I! And that's good, I'm here to stay John Bates – you can't keep me a secret all our life." Which was a pity, John enjoyed having Anna all to himself, but if they were going to have a baby then he would have to bite the bullet and share her with his mother.
"You're worried aren't you, John? Well you shouldn't be – why don't we do baby steps first … no pun intended. Introduce me to your friends here in Leeds first – we can work from there."
Introducing Anna to Michael O'Reilly was one thing; they had been friends for almost 40 years in Dublin, Michael was an old friend, he knew the real John. But his friend's in Leeds knew him only as the quiet man, deep in his books and deep in his own life.
" You're gonna' have to be nice now Chris … John's girlfriend could be a 71 year old balding nympho … you still gotta be nice man."
"Don't be daft Sean, I know John's not got a brilliant track record, but not even he's scraping the barrel that far down." The two men sat in the corner of the pub, nursing their pints together, a packet of pork scratchings split between them on the table. The door to the left of the bar opened revealing John Bates with a young woman on his arm. A young blond woman, younger than any of the three men, with long blond hair tied back in a loose pony tail that settled on her shoulders.
"Holy mother of …"
"Wow – she is …"
"What is she doing with him …"
" … maybe he's a brilliant cook?"
This is just a short one - I wanted to get into the swing of things before I get cracking
