It wasn't the modeling that made Rory uneasy. No, he would never be that superficial and dislike Amy's career because of the connotation.

Besides, he knew she enjoyed it and he'd support whatever made her happy. It was just…

Things were different after Amy's big Petrichor gig. Suddenly she was a B-list London model, constantly getting calls for shoots and opportunities. That was great, at first, but then it became too much.

Eventually, this woman called Amy saying that she'd like to represent her as her agent. Amy accepted the offer, as she would no longer have to worry about scheduling and logistics, and the agent would find many jobs for her.

Amy met with Angela Esslemont for tea at home one fall morning before hiring her.

It was Rory's day off of work, and he wanted to be there to talk over the offer with Amy so she wouldn't make any rash career decisions.

Rory was fixing the tea when the doorbell rang. Amy flew down the stairs (as she had been up in their bedroom, checking her makeup) and answered the door.

"Hi! Miss Esslemont, right?" he heard Amy say.

"Please, dear, call me Angela," a woman's voice responded.

"Here, come on in. It's freezing out there." They chatted about the weather for a moment before Amy took her coat and invited her into the kitchen.

"What a charming house you have, Amy," Angela commented as they made their way out of the foyer.

"Thanks. It's cozy, isn't it?" Amy walked first into the kitchen. Angela paused when she saw Rory by the sink.

"And who's this?"

"Oh, this is my husband, Rory." Amy took Rory's elbow and pulled him forward.

Rory smiled and put out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Angela looked from Amy to Rory and back again. She hesitantly shook his hand. "Nice to meet you," she replied, pursing her lips, then turned back to Amy. "I didn't know you were married."

"Really?" Amy gave a little laugh and patted Rory on the back. "Sorry if I didn't mention it before."

Angela grinned overly-sweetly. "You seem awfully young to be married."

"Nah, we've been married nearly nine years."

"My, nine years? Any children?"

Rory felt something hollow in the pit of his stomach and the smile fell from Amy's face. "Uh, no. No kids."

"Well, I must say, it's very unusual to have a married woman in the modeling business."

"Really?" Rory spoke up. "Why?"

"For one thing, you're constantly surrounded by handsome male models all day long! They can be very tempting," Angela chuckled. "I'm only joking, of course, dear."

Rory suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. "Right then, who wants tea?"

They sat at the kitchen table for forty minutes or so, talking business and making arrangements – well, at least Amy and Angela were. Rory was there mostly there for money consulting and to interfere when he had to.

"I was thinking of scheduling you in this shoot for a Cynthia's catalogue, Amy, and –"

"Hold on," Rory chimed in. "Isn't Cynthia's – erm – ladies wear?"

"Yes, it is 'ladies wear'," Angela said exasperatedly. "Is there anything wrong with that?"

"It's just that – well –" he turned to Amy. "I didn't think you'd want to be one of those types of models."

Amy folded her arms. "And what type of model is that?"

Rory instantly regretted his word choice. "No, I don't mean – look, are you really comfortable with being a lingerie model?"

Amy furrowed her brows. "Oh, so my career choices are being judged by you now, are they?"

"Amy, you're putting words in my mouth!"

"Rory, dear, you should really listen to what your wife's trying to say," Angela said.

"Thank you, Angela," Amy said, "And sure, I'll take the job."

Rory sighed and kept quiet for the rest of the meeting while Amy and Angela giggled and gossiped and made arrangements. Rory would support his wife's decisions. But this was going to be a tough one and he didn't think the lot of his uneasiness had to do with lingerie.

Sorry that these chapters are a bit short, but don't worry, there will be a lot! I have written quite a few so far and hopefully I'll be able to post them soon :)