Connie had spent the flight over, staring at her laptop screen – but other than the excited messages from Grace which kept popping up, she didn't really take in what she was reading.

Now she stood nervously in the kitchen of the rented cabin, while Sam filled the kettle.

"Well, I'm just going outside to play with Simba." Grace commented.

"Ok sweetie – well, wrap up warm." Sam answered.

"Yes, Dad." Grace squeezed her Mum's hand on her way out – which Sam found rather strange.. "It'll be fine, Mum." She added in a whisper.

"Can I...er...take your coat?" Sam asked Connie politely after Grace had left.

She slowly started unbuttoning her thick coat, which had been blocking out the cold since her arrival in Aspen – turning away from him as she did so.

"So, what did she mean by that? - 'It'll be fine'?" Sam continued, waiting to take her coat.

Connie took a deep breath, laid her coat on the chair next to her and turned around.

His eyes widened in shock and he stared at her swollen bump. "W-what?"

"Yes, exactly, Sam!" She responded, sarcastically. "I'm having a food baby! What do you think?!"

"Well, H-how long?" he remarked with sudden excitement. "I'm going to be a Dad again!"

"I'm five months." Connie remarked, surprised. His excited reaction wasn't the one she'd been expecting.

"Oh my god, wow!" He turned to the kettle again, running his hand through his hair. He spun around suddenly"It is mine – isn't it?"

"Bloody hell, Sam!" She retorted angrily. "What the hell do you think I am?! Yes, of course it's yours!"

"Well, why the hell didn't you tell me then?!" He answered furiously.

"What? - so you can take this one away from me as well?" It wasn't what she had meant to say – or the real reason, but she angry at his insinuation.

He went suddenly quiet like a balloon that had deflated. "When?!" He muttered. "I don't understand when...- how!"

"How the hell do you think, Sam?!...Store room – early July – ring any bells?!" she retorted. "and if you must know, I haven't been that intimate with anyone else since before the crash, so it's 100% yours, Sam – there's no bloody doubt!" She swept past him and out the door onto the wooden veranda.

"He knows then?" Grace commented, seeing that Mum's swollen belly was obvious now that her thick coat was no longer hiding it. She sat down on the step next to Connie. "I'm guessing he didn't take the news so well?"

"He asked me if it was his." Connie muttered tearfully.

"I'm sorry, Con – it was just a shock." Sam said quietly behind her.

Grace hugged her mum and went back to playing with Simba now that her Dad had appeared.

Sam wrapped Connie's coat around her shivering frame. "Darling, you need to look after yourself – and coming out in the freezing cold without a coat is not sensible!" He chided her.

She sniffed. "I'm sorry, I was upset. I'm a bit emotional at moment – you know, hormones!"

He sat down next to her. "I know – and I know that it was me who upset you – I'm sorry. I'll go and get the hot chocolates and then we'll talk – ok?" She nodded and he went back in – soon retuning with three steaming cups. "Gracie – come and drink your hot chocolate." He sat down next to Connie again.

"I didn't want to tell you over the phone, Sam – because I didn't know how you'd react – I certainly didn't expect you to be excited..." She trailed off.

"You told Grace over the phone though." He muttered.

"I didn't tell Grace anything." She answered quietly, as their daughter ran over. "She worked it out – I had to rush off and throw up one day when we were video messaging – actually, I didn't think she'd be that thrilled with the idea either, but she was."

"I said it was up to Mum to tell you and she wanted to do it face to face." Grace remarked joining them on the step and sipping her hot chocolate. "I told Mum you'd be happy – but she didn't believe me."

Sam kissed Connie's head. "Of course, I'm happy."

Grace put her empty cup down and smacked her lips.

"Gracie, could you go and get my handbag, darling, please." Connie asked. Grace bounced off and came back with Connie's handbag. "I brought you a scan picture – I had it just before I came out." She told Sam quietly. She rooted around in her bag and pulled out a scan photo. "Here."

"Ooh, let me see!" Grace giggled as Sam poured over it delightedly.

"And everything's alright?" He asked. "It's healthy?"

"Mm-hm" Connie smiled. "It's fine, Sam."

"So...er...do you know what we're having?" He asked.

"Er, Daddy – I think it's called a baby..." Grace giggled.

Connie chuckled. "I think your Dad's asking if it's a boy or girl, Gracie!" She paused. "I don't know – I didn't know whether you'd want to find out – but they gave me a number at the scan – so we can call if we want to know and they'll have a look and tell us."

"I want to know Mummy." Grace giggled.

Connie smiled "Hm-mm, I'm sure you do, darling – but it's up to your Dad."

"Oh, please, Daddy – I want to know." Grace begged him. "Please – pretty please!"...

What would everyone like them to have...brother or sister for Grace?...Majority vote guys :)