Fear

As the bathroom door opened, Robbie looked up and asked anxiously, "What does it say?"

"Nothing yet," Jackie told him, as she stayed hovering nervously by the door. "We have another minute to wait."

He sighed and patted the bed next to him. "Come sit down."

Relieved that he wasn't pushing her away, Jackie moved to the bed, dropping down next to him. "Looks like we might not have been as safe as we thought," she remarked dryly.

Robbie's face lost what little colour it had had left. "Lets not jump to conclusions," he forced out quickly.

She nodded quickly, her heart was pounding, her hands clammy and she felt sick with nerves. She couldn't believe they'd been so careless. Yes they'd talked about children when they'd first got married, but they'd both more than happily agreed to wait a couple of years. Having Jamie part time was more than enough for them at this moment in time.

Suddenly Robbie's arm was around her. "We'll figure things out either way," he promised her, giving her a weak smile.

She squeezed his hand. "Thank you."

"I mean it. So is that minute up?"

"Should be," she replied, trying to will herself to turn the test around so she could see the results window.

"Want me to look?"

Jackie shook her head. "Do it together?" she suggested.

He nodded, watching as she turned the test over and hearing her breath catch. "What do the two blue lines mean?" he asked, his forehead creased in confusion.

"It means I'm pregnant," she told him and despite herself she could feel a slow flood of nervous excitement start to flow through her at the thought.

It had been a sleepless night for both of them. The decision over what to do next wasn't a difficult one, they had been no question over them keeping the baby, it was happening, they were going to be parents.

Robbie breathed out deeply, his forehead sinking into his hands. He didn't remember being this terrified when Gaby had told him she was pregnant, but then that could have been because they'd been too busy trying to make their shot-gun marriage work, or it could have been that they just hadn't been aware of the realities of parenthood.

He loved Jamie, loved having him around and he was all for doing it all over again with Jackie, he just hadn't been ready for it yet. He liked their life together, liked that he had her all to himself, as selfish as that might sound.

"You alright?" Stuart's voice asked as it floated into his ear.

Looking up, Robbie eyed the nervous looking DC. "I'm fine," he told him. "Have you seen Jackie?"

"DCI Jardine asked her to go down to the cells. George McIntyre wants to talk to an officer from CID."

Robbie sat bolt upright, George McIntyre was a notorious junkie with one hell of a temper, what the hell was Michael thinking sending Jackie! He got to his feet and stormed from the room. Yes, Jackie could normally handle herself, but it wasn't just her who needed protecting now.

He swallowed back a lump in his throat, he'd been shit scared of being a Dad again, but the idea of losing the baby filled him with more fear than he'd imagined possible.

Much to his relief he caught up with her at the bottom of the stairs. She turned to look at him, frowning as she took in the fact that he was out of breath and looked even more dishevelled than normal. "What the hell's wrong with you?" she asked.

"Decided to take over from you, you go back upstairs and I'll handle McIntyre."

Her head tilted to one side as her eyes narrowed, "I'm perfectly capable of 'handling' him."

"I know…but I don't want to take the risk."

"That's not your decision, you've never interfered before and I'm not having you start now."

His hand brushed against her stomach as he reminded her, "It's not just you that I've got to worry about anymore."

Her brown eyes met his. "I'm still capable of looking after myself," she told him stubbornly.

"That I don't doubt, but I want us to play it safe."

"So you're happy about the baby then?" she asked nervously, they hadn't really spoken about it the night before.

"I am," he told her, realising as he said it that it was the truth.

"Me too," she replied, adding on a small smile, "Terrified though."

"That makes the two of us then," he laughed, belatedly realising that his hand was still resting lightly against her stomach. He let it fall slowly to his side.

"You can deal with McIntyre," she told him, leaning forward on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Just don't think you're going to win every argument."

"I never would."