Around seven o'clock, Rory heard the lock turn in front door and in came Amy, looking beautiful and exhausted.
"How was work?" he asked over his shoulder as he set the knife he was using to cut the tomatoes back down on the kitchen counter.
"Fun," she threw her bag down and joined him in the kitchen. "Hard."
Rory put his hands on her hips and gave her a kiss. "You do look awfully worn out."
"Er – I'm probably just tired," she replied too quickly. The truth was she was extremely anxious about getting her results back, and apparently it showed. In a sense she was tired. Tired of waiting.
"There's nothing wrong with that," Rory said, somewhat frowning. "What, do you think you're getting sick or something?"
"No, no. Not sick. I told you, I just need some sleep."
"Then should we not…you know…give it a go tonight?" Rory asked cautiously, fumbling with his hands. After years of marriage Rory still felt a bit awkward talking about sex outside of the bedroom.
Amy regretted saying anything. They needed to keep trying. "No, of course not, don't be stupid."
Rory smiled. "Okay, well, I made us some dinner and this time I promise that I didn't burn the chicken."
Her mood increased slightly and she smirked. "Look at you, Mister Pond. On our way to become the best chef in England, are we?"
"Maybe just London, first," Rory played along as he served the salad into two bowls.
As they ate and talked, Amy fell even more in love with Rory as she did every day, and couldn't help but envision how complete their little family will feel when dinners are joined by a beautiful newborn baby that will have Amy's hair and Rory's eyes and fill the child-sized hole in their hearts.
Sorry for the long wait! Don't worry, there's a lot to come and I have many chapters written already – I've just been too busy to post them. I'm going to try to stick to a few-times-a-week updating schedule.
Thank you for all the kind reviews, they help me write faster! :) I wasn't sure if anyone would like this story, so I really appreciate all of your support!
