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Alec Foster had been prepared for a fair few things to happen at the meeting that afternoon. He'd been prepared for a heated discussion about property settlement, but the one thing that he had not planned on was seeing Gillian pregnant.

When she'd stepped into the room, Alec had found himself unable to draw his eyes away from Gillian's swell. When he finally does so, he finds himself speechless as Gillian looks him in the eye and says 'Hi Alec'.

There was no way in hell that this child was his, but my God she got pregnant quick. Thinking back, he realised that her illness three months earlier when he'd dropped by the divorce papers must have been morning sickness. Just who had she slept with?

He struggles to find an appropriate response as his eyes drop down to her swollen belly once again, watching as Gillian rubbed her bump protectively. But thankfully any further attempts at conversation were unnecessary as his lawyer stood up and set the wheels in motion for their meeting to commence.

Maybe part of him was angry to see Gillian move on so quickly, and maybe part of him was angry that he couldn't get her pregnant himself, but as the meeting passed the hourly marks, he found himself ignoring Gillian completely and objecting to all suggestions put forward by Gillian's lawyer regarding division of property.

He didn't care that his own lawyer blasted him in a break from discussions and wanted to know why the hell he wasn't settling on one of the offers that had actually been more than what they'd anticipated and been prepared to accept. He figured that if Gillian could stoop so low as to get herself pregnant while still married, then he could stoop as low as to make the divorce as hard as possible.

He may not be a lie detector expert, but he knew that his soon-to-be-ex-wife was hiding something from him. And he was damned if he was going to make it easy for her.

Heading back into discussions, Alec Foster took a little joy in seeing Gillian's disappointed looks as he knocked back each attempt at discussion and refused to talk settlement. He had all the time in the world to get divorced. After all, Candice wasn't going anywhere.

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Exhausted as she trooped up the stairs to Cal's place much later that afternoon, the three and a half hour long meeting that afternoon having been a complete and utter farce, Gillian was ill prepared to face another ex. As she slipped her key into the lock, the door was suddenly thrown open as Gillian found herself face to face with Zoe Landau.

There had always been a degree of animosity between Zoe and Gillian – even when Cal and Zoe were married – but it had definitely heightened when they had separated and Zoe realised that her place of importance had fallen to below Emily and Gillian Foster in Cal's life.

She didn't begrudge her daughter that position, but it hurt to see Cal looking to Gillian for advice and heeding her beck and call before hers.

Zoe was aware that Gillian and Alec had split up, and Emily had mentioned that Gillian was living at Cal's after a bad case some months back, but as Zoe looked at Gillian standing on Cal's doorstep, key in hand, she realised that her daughter had failed to mention one key detail.

Gillian Foster was pregnant.

And she had her suspicions as to who had got her into this situation.

Neither woman looked too impressed at the presence of the other. Beyond caring, Gillian marched past Zoe into the house without a word. As she headed straight for the kitchen, Zoe followed. 'Emily forgot something, so she's just upstairs getting it. She'll be down in a second,' said Zoe as a means of explanation.

Nodding her head, Gillian heads for the freezer to search for her comfort food. 'Come on Cal. I know you bought it,' she mutters under her breath. Finding the triple choc ice cream she wanted, Gillian popped the top, grabbed a spoon and dug in as the kitchen went quiet.

When Emily stepped into the kitchen ten minutes later, she could have cut the tension with a knife. Her mother was standing with her arms crossed over her chest just inside the doorway, whilst Gillian was digging into a tub of ice cream with a vengeance, well on her way to finishing the entire carton herself.

Neither was saying a word, but Emily decided that the best thing she could do to help this situation was get her mother out of the building as quick as possible. Gathering up her things, she pulled her mother to the door as she yelled a farewell to Gillian, which was not reciprocated, as she left. Quickly flipping open her phone, she hit speed dial.

'Umm... Dad. You might want to get home now,' whispered Emily urgently.

'Why? What's wrong?' asked Cal worriedly.

'Gillian's home. Mum and I are leaving now, and she's digging into a triple choc ice cream. From the container Dad.'

'Damnit,' said Cal. Gillian had had a bad enough day without needing to face his ex. 'What were you doing there?'

'I had to pick up the book I needed for the test tomorrow. Mum drove me round,' explained Emily. 'Sorry.'

'It's okay sweetheart. It was bound to happen sooner or later.' Inwardly sighing, Cal farewelled his daughter. 'Thanks for the call, luv. Study hard.'

Hanging up the call, Cal willed himself balls of steel as he packed up. Who knew what mood Gillian Foster would be in when he got home.