'It's just the pregnancy hormones' was Connor's predictable reply when she tried to talk to him on the car ride home.

'Stop saying that! I can have feelings you know, I'm not brain dead just because I'm having a baby'. Connor stopped the car and undid his seatbelt, turning to face his fiancée.

'It's not long to go now Abs, only a few weeks, you'll feel miles better once you're back and you can go out on missions again. You'll see' he said, reaching out to touch her oversized bump, but she batted his hand away.

'I'm not sure I will Connor. It isn't just work. Things haven't been right between us for ages now and you know it.' Connor looked hurt. Abby hated this, but it needed to be said. 'Maybe we should just spend a little time apart. I need to collect my thoughts'

'Are you breaking up with me?' Said Connor, panic in his voice; he couldn't lose her.

'No, of course not, I just need some space' she replied, refusing to look into his eyes. Connor's hand instinctively flew to the automatic lock button, but he was too late. She'd already got out. He couldn't let her leave, so he jumped out and ran after her. Luckily she couldn't walk very fast, being eight months pregnant and all.

'Please. We haven't spent more than 24 hours apart since before the Cretaceous, you can't do this. We need to sort things out.' He pleaded

'And that's exactly why I need to go.' Abby replied, a tear rolling down her cheek as she waved a taxi.

'But where are you going to go?' He cried 'Jess', I'll be fine, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?' She said, her voice shaking as she got into the taxi, without so much as a kiss on the cheek.

'...yeah.' But she'd already gone.