Having eventually calmed her down enough he hands her a cup of tea, to which she wrinkles her nose at. The mere though of it making her stomach heave.

"Drink it Lisa. Please. You need to drink, we aren't in England any more, you'll make yourself really sick." Rolling her eyes at him she lifts the mug up without making any attempt to drink it's contents. Before long the boys would all be up and about by which time any chance to properly talk would be gone she hardly thought this discussion was important right now.

"How much I drink is hardly important right now Ryan!" Rubbing her head, which was now pounding due to the amount of tears she'd shed she waited for a reaction, any. So far all he'd done was comfort her and make her a cup a tea, he'd barely said a word and in her experience that wasn't a good sign. Well it wasn't with Andrew anyway.

"I think it is! I don't want to see you admitted to hospital with dehydration. Are you sure about this? You've had it confirmed?" Sitting on the chair across from her he couldn't read much from her expressions or body language bar stress. To the point he was so worried about her that he hadn't taken in what was happening. Yes he understood she was pregnant but it hadn't hit him that it meant he was about to come a father not just a step father but a first time dad at his age.

"Yes of course I'm sure but I'm guessing you mean a test." Letting his head fall to one side he sighs, she wasn't making this easy nor settling his worry.

"I'll get you one." Scoffing she shakes her head before getting to her feet, running one hand down her abdomen forcing his attention to it. Not that it was terribly obvious but to someone who knew her body very well it was a definite change, and fast.

"I hardly see the point. Unless you think I've just put on weight. But yes I've already taken one." Getting to his own feet he places his hands around her waist, worried about her getting wound up again, still not taking in how much his life was about to change.

"I'm sorry, I had to ask. Paul will be up soon I'll get him ready if you want to get some more rest." Pushing him away, wary about falling into the comfort of his hold again she begins to yell, seemingly unable to make him understand.

"No I don't want to rest I want you to stop worrying about me as if I'm a sick child and talk to me about this!" when he wasn't instant with a reply she continued, her blood pressure quickly rising. "If you don't want this I want to know now Ryan! I'm not going through all this crap again. I just can't!" Confusion filled his face as he steps forward once more placing his arms on her shoulders.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Her face just breaks, the memories of those last few months with Andrew flooding back as the tears once more begin to fall. Her marriage to Andrew was something she rarely brought up, more so with the boys around. He hadn't a clue about just how difficult her pregnancy with Paul had been. Her voice is soft, weary and full of pain. "I can't spend months waiting for you to decide if you want this baby or not, if you don't then please tell me now so the boys and me can go." The word go didn't mean leave the house he knew full well she meant go home, back to England, back to Holby and Charlie Fairhead.

"Go?! You aren't going anywhere you silly woman! Of course I want this baby why on earth would you think otherwise? What kind of man do you take me for? Come here you fool." As she melts into his hold once more his mind goes to Andrew, surely this reaction had to have come from his response to Paul? The fact she thought he'd even consider walking away from her now was just ludicrous. Maybe now was the right time to find out a bit more about her late husband. But not until he'd calmed her down. Again.

Some hours later he'd managed to get Steve to run the country club for the day, convinced Lisa to take the day off sick from work not that she needed that darn job and suggested to the boys that they play with their little brother outside for a while. She was curled up on the couch when he entered the living room the house phone still at her side from phoning her GP. Looking up at him, her skin was still ever so pale, she offers a half smile before adding "I got an appointment for this afternoon." Nodding, a soft smile on his face, he takes a seat next to her.

"That's good. How are you feeling now?" Shrugging she still couldn't take this in. They'd been so careful! At her age this shouldn't happen.

"Exhausted." thinking back to her behaviour earlier she finally realises how confused he must be "I'm sorry I was so emotional earlier." Shaking off her worry he takes his chance.

"It's fine, it's understandable. I just don't get why you'd think I'd react so badly. How long have you kept this from me?" Letting her head fall against the couch she fails to meet his eye.

"Quite a few weeks..." Shock filled his face once more, shock and hurt.

"Why?" Again her mouth opened but no words came out "Andrew?" A simple nod was all he got in reply. "I don't want to upset you but what happened when you were pregnant with Paul?" Sighing she begins to play with her hands, still not looking up at him.

"He wanted me to have an abortion, not that he'd say that word, we spent most of his last months not talking or fighting about it. After the miscarriage threat he attempted to convince me he'd changed his mind but I didn't believe him. We sorted everything out a few weeks before he died but he was never fully up for another baby." Pausing her voice began to break, the regret spilling out "If I'd just left him he'd still be alive..." Taking her hands into his tightly he forces her to look at him.

"Don't do this to yourself, you weren't to know Lisa. Don't' tare yourself apart for loving him."