Richard was feeling nervous. The feeling itself was nothing new, he often felt nervous, but it was the idea of seeing his offspring for the first time that he was struggling with this time. He had been warring with his feelings for a while, trying not to think about this day. There was probably something wrong, some sort of deformity or disability. It wasn't possible that they could have a healthy child, and if it wasn't healthy then it was almost certainly because of something he had done. Or had allowed Camille to do. Perhaps it had happened because he hadn't taken enough care of her, or because he had allowed her to drag him off to bed at every available opportunity. That much sex wasn't good for anyone, not least a baby.

Camille hadn't even felt sick, and if she didn't feel sick then it was probably because the sickness was manifesting itself in their child, wasn't it? But then there was every possibility that the opposite was true. Perhaps she hadn't felt sick because she was just lucky, sickness wasn't even related to health – was it? Surely if there had been a problem it would have made itself known in some form of abdominal pain wouldn't it? Recently he had to remind himself that it wasn't a baby. Not yet. It was just a constantly accumulating mass of cells, it probably didn't even resemble a baby.

He looked up and saw Camille watching him. "I know you'll say no, but you really don't have to come in if it's freaking you out this much."

"Why would I not come? Don't you want me there?"

"Of course I want you there, you just look as though you'd rather be anywhere else right now."

"I'm fine. Honestly. You think everything will be fine don't you?"

"Of course."

"You don't feel ill?"

"No, I'm fine too." She squeezed his hand a little then stood as her name was called. "Come on then."

Richard didn't remember much about the questions, the gel, the ultrasound equipment, everything else faded when an image appeared on the screen in front of him. He stared uncomprehending, his mind telling him that it didn't resemble anything, certainly not a baby. But there it was. His baby. He felt a surge of emotion and struggled to maintain his composure as his chest swelled. Unconsciously he reached out his hand and felt for her, feeling comfort when he came into contact with her extended fingers. He wore a small smile.

"Well, there's your baby." The sonographer's voice cut through the quiet in the room. They both focused on the screen, marvelling at the flickering image before them.

"Just one?"

"Yes, just one. How many were you expecting?" The sonographer seemed amused by the question.

Camille rolled her eyes but he was still transfixed by the screen. "Hmm? Oh just one's fine. But everything else is ok, nothing's wrong?" He made a conscious effort to keep the worry out of his voice.

"Everything's fine. You have a perfectly healthy baby." Camille shot him an I told you so look and he was so caught up in the moment that he forgot to correct his thinking to the word foetus instead of baby. It was his baby. He could only continue to stare at the picture in front of him.

He nodded mutely, off on another tangent. "Can we have photographs?"

The sonographer laughed a little then realised he was being serious, "of course, how many would you like?"

How many can we have?" He ignored the gasp of his name that had fallen from Camille's lips in embarrassment.

"You usually get 3 or 4, depending on the position the baby is in."

"And is that a good position?" He was pointing at the screen again.

"Yes..."

"So we could take photos now, in case he moves. She moves...it?"

"You can't usually tell the baby's sex just yet, it's a little too early."

"Can't usually?"

"Well, I suppose given the position it's in, we might be able to..."

"Really?" His excitement was beginning to bubble over.

"Richard," Camille cut in again. "I don't want to know."

"Oh? Sorry, I mean we never discussed it. You really don't want to know?"

"No!"

"Fine, that's fine." Then turning back to the sonograper. "But we could still take some photos now..."

Camille was now more vocal in her disapproval of him.

"What? Camille, if we don't take them now, it could move then we won't get any. Don't you want them?" He kissed the knuckles of the hand he was holding, sure that at this moment she would forgive him anything.

"Ok, but we aren't showing these to everyone. These are for us."

"And a couple of people. We should probably show your mother. And my parents probably should see..."

"Ok..."

"Fidel probably wants to see too, you know because he's had Rosie. He'll be interested." She raised an eyebrow at him but nothing would stem the flow of conversation that was now pouring out of him. "And we can't show Fidel without showing Dwayne, you know he'll pretend like he doesn't care but he will. We can't leave him out."

"Richard, we haven't even told them I'm pregnant."

"Well, maybe it'll be a good way to do it, you know, show them the picture and sort of tell them as a surprise? Or leave it around somewhere and wait for them to see it and casually drop it into conversation?" Her look was enough to convince him that it wasn't a good idea.

He caught sight of the sonographer beginning to look vaguely uncomfortable and cleared his throat, becoming more like the old Richard she had first known. "Yes. Well, I suppose we could talk about this later..."

10 minutes later they were standing outside the entrance to the antenatal clinic in the hospital, Richard clutching the small package of photographs that he had been given. To Camille, they all looked vaguely the same, she would have been happy with 2 or 3 as was the norm. But Richard had been so excited by the whole experience that the sonographer had taken pity on him and provided him with far more than was necessary. He was currently busy reeling off a list of people that he thought should have one, or at least should be shown them when she cut in.

"Richard, I don't think Dwayne or Fidel or even the Commissioner will be that interested." She caught the look of hurt on his face and continued quickly. "It's just, they don't know our history, they won't understand why we're so excited."

He looked a little defeated. "You are excited aren't you?"

"Of course I am! Why would you say that?"

He shrugged and began to look sulky. "it's just sometimes you look a little bored by the whole thing, and I don't know if it's because I'm over excited or if it's because it doesn't bother you that much. I mean, you didn't even want these photos."

"I didn't want all of them, because I think we only need a couple." She took his hand and kissed him. "You know I love our baby, and I love you and of course I'm happy. You just have to remember that no one knows how difficult it would have been for us to have a baby, they all probably think that this pregnancy was an accident."

That caught his attention. "You don't think it was an accident do you?"

"Well, it was sort of an accident. We weren't exactly trying..." He looked so dismayed that she had to continue on quickly. "But the best kind of accident, because we didn't think we'd ever be capable of trying." He seemed to understand what she was saying, even if the vague frown on his face remained. She tried to get her point across again "So can you understand why people might not understand why we're as happy as we are?" He nodded. "And can we keep the photos between us until we tell people in a couple of days?" He nodded again and she kissed him.

"Chief?" Richard tore himself away from her, his eyes widening in disbelief as Fidel came towards him.

"Fidel, what are you doing here?"

"Ah, Rosie fell over and hurt her arm, Juliet's just getting it checked out. What are you doing here, everything ok?" His eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. They both looked fine, perhaps a little guilty.

"Oh um, nothing really...just um, checking out a lead for a case." Camille fought the urge to sigh at his inability to lie.

"Oh right, which case?"

"Um, a new one that came in yesterday afternoon. You weren't in the office."

"Oh ok."

Richard watched as Fidel's eyes moved from his face to the enormous 'Antenatal unit' sign above their heads and to the pack he was carrying in his hand. Both men began to shift uncomfortably and Camille rolled her eyes.

"Oh for God's sake Richard just tell him!" He gave her a very meaningful stare and his eyebrows shot upwards in what she could only assume was an attempt to try and shush her. Richard was clearly under the impression that Fidel was still in the dark, something Camille would have found amusing if it wasn't so ridiculous. "You don't really think he believed that rubbish about a new case do you...?"

That got him talking. "It wasn't rubbish. We absolutely could have been checking out a lead." Richard was gearing up for a rant about how plausible his lie was, when he heard Fidel give a shout of congratulations to Camille and pull her into what would he could only describe as a tight hug. Too tight in his opinion. He was on the verge of telling Fidel to tone it down when he released her and turned to shake Richard's hand.

"Congratulations sir, that's amazing." Richard nodded, unable to trust himself to speak, pride written large across his face.

They heard another excited voice behind them as Juliet hurried over to join them carrying a tear stained Rosie. "Oh my goodness, is this your 12 week scan?" Without waiting for an answer she carried on, "I've been dying to talk to you about it for ages."

Richard looked flabbergasted and it seemed both he and Fidel had the same question on their lips. "You knew?"

She turned to Richard, "it was fairly obvious, you haven't let her do anything for herself for ages!" She flashed Camille an apologetic look. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I probably should have let you tell me in your own time. It's just now, you're here..." she indicated to the antenatal sign above their heads, "and, oh I'm so happy for you!" Camille grinned and they both hugged excitedly if somewhat awkwardly as Rosie was trapped between them.

A rush of questions came out. "So, how do you feel? I felt so fat when I was having Rosie, like a massive whale, and the worst thing was not being able to tell anyone about it, so everyone just thinks your fat! It gets better though." She paused for breath. "You're not feeling sick are you?" Camille shook her head but continued grinning, finally grateful to have someone to be able to share this with. "You're so lucky, that's the worst, and I didn't even have it that badly..." Juliet was about to plough on when she caught sight of Richard's face. She looked slightly sheepish. "It looks as though I should probably let you go. Can I see you soon though; I want to talk to you about everything!"

Richard and Fidel stood awkwardly listening to the two women making plans. Fidel was still feeling a little guilty that he had run into them, so it was Richard who broke the silence. "Um, we haven't really told anyone yet, so..."

"Oh of course, don't worry chief, secret's safe with me." Richard nodded his thanks and then watched as Fidel and Juliet left carrying Rosie who at least looked slightly buoyed by the happy mood of the adults around her.

They finally exited into the heat of the day, both keen to get away from the hospital as soon as possible in case they bumped into anyone else they knew. He kissed her temple as he wrapped his arm around her.

"I thought you hated PDA's."

"I'm getting used to them." She laughed, then narrowed her eyes playfully at him. "I told you ages ago that people knew."

He returned her glare. "And I told you people would care and would be happy for us." She reluctantly accepted his statement but poked her tongue out at him all the same. He smiled, still amazed at how, in his mid 40s he had regressed back into juvenility. He almost responded by shouting "race you to the car!" but decided that it was unlikely that he would win in this particular instance so wisely kept his mouth shut. Besides, there would be plenty of time for that in the future.