Chapter 10

A/N

I hope that everyone's enjoying this? I'm sorry if you're finding this a bit boring, there is a twist in the next chapter, and another a few chapters down the line (not sure exactly when though!)

Reviews welcome,

Laura xxx

"I am so glad that it's our day off." Zoe said with a yawn. "I intend to do nothing but stay in bed all day and sleep. I don't know if it's the ED or the pregnancy that's making me so tired."

"Probably the latter." Max responded.

The two were sitting up in bed, Zoe had her laptop resting on her knees. She was responding to various emails whilst Max pointed out any typos, between the two of them they got the job done quickly.

"Are we nearly done?" Max asked.

"Yes." Zoe said. "I've only got to finish this one to Lily and there's another one to Tess, then we're finished."

Zoe finished her emails, one about a meeting to Lily and a general update on the ED and herself to Tess. She closed her laptop and placed it on the floor.

"I'm glad that job's done. I've asked Tess if we can meet up with her sometime, I miss her."

"Robyn does too. It's not the same, things change."

"I suppose." Said Zoe, looking up at him.

"Ah well. Jacob and Rita make a good team."

"I guess." Zoe shrugged, snuggling into him.

"You don't like change, do you?"

"Well, not really. I like routine, the same routine."

Max nodded. Zoe usually woke up before he did, she'd get up, have a shower, do her makeup and hair, and at seven, when he got up, he'd find her in the kitchen with a coffee in her hand and one on the counter top beside her for him. It was only when she was either very tired and having a lazy day or something that that routine would be different.

Zoe got up and opened the curtains, stretching up to the window. She shivered slightly, pulling her dressing gown around herself.

"Come back to bed." Max said.

"Okay" Zoe replied, stepping as lightly as a cat over the various items of clothing, slipping into bed beside him. She cuddled into his chest, relishing the warmth.

"You're beautiful, Zoe. You know that don't you?"

"You're the one that makes me feel beautiful... Loved, appreciated, wanted. Comforted." The female responded, quietly. "But thank you."

"That's okay, I mean it. And you make me feel loved and appreciated too." Max smiled at her, kissing her.

She smiled lazily. "Aww."

"I mean it."

"I know that you do." Zoe said, gazing at him. "And it means the world to me."

He smiled tenderly at her. "I never thought that we'd get this far."

"Back in February when I followed that trail of lighters I certainly didn't expect you to propose a few months later!" Zoe laughed.

"Full of surprises, me." Max chuckled.

"Speaking of marriage, actually, I'm requesting a name change from Zoe Hanna to Zoe Walker, at work I mean."

Max's face lit up, and he smiled. "That's... I love that. Mrs Walker."

"I do too. I don't like change, but I definitely like this one."

"Good, Mrs Walker."

Zoe smiled against him. "Dr Walker at work. Or Zoe."

"Mrs Zoe Walker, my incredible wife."

"Yeah yeah." Zoe blushed. She then frowned. "Did you get some more milk yesterday?"

"No..."

"Max! We'll have to go out now."

"No we won't. We can order it online."

"How?"

Her husband sighed at her. "You really are a technophobe at times. You have an account with Tesco, don't you?"

"Mm hm. I just have a card for points and stuff though."

"No, you can use it to order things online too. Get your IPad out."

"Okay" Zoe responded.

Between the two of them, they managed to get a bottle of milk ordered, and a few more things, including a multipack of curly wurly chocolates.

"So how d'you check out?" Zoe frowned.

"Give it here!"

"No, I want to learn."

"Okay, tap on the trolley icon."

"Aha!" Said Zoe happily. "Your order is due for delivery tomorrow, January 19th, at 7AM." She read aloud.

"Good job that you wake up before I do."

"Yes but you'll be the one helping me carry it in, I know that you don't want me to be carrying anything heavy."

"Damn right I don't!"

"Mr Overprotective."

"I am. Anyway, d'you want to get up now?"

"Not a chance, I'm staying right here. How about putting the TV on? The programme that you like is on soon." The consultant suggested.

"We sound like an old married couple."

"Well we are married."

"Yes, and-"

"Don't you dare call me old Mr Walker!" Zoe growled.