A/N: A bit more time with Anna's family.

Disclaimer: ITV called me an uppity minx when I inquired about owning DA.

Anna and Katherine were getting dessert ready in the kitchen.

"So do you remember the plan," Katherine asked.

"At some point, I'm supposed to mention my promotion. Mum will be so excited over it that you can tell her about the move without having to worry that she'll throw a strop."

"Have I told you recently that I'm very grateful to you for coming up."

Anna laughed, "only about a million times. Anyway, she seems to be in a pretty good mood today. She hasn't made one comment about John's age all day."

"Maybe she finally sees what everyone else sees: that the man is absolutely head over heels for you."

"Whatever is keeping her tongue quiet, I will be forever thankful for," Anna said.

Sylvia walked in. "Can I help carry anything out?"

"No mum," Anna and Katherine said simultaneously, setting them into nervous giggles.

Sylvia shook her head and walked out of the kitchen.

"Well there's no use dawdling," Anna said.

"There's always a use when it comes to mum and bad news," Katherine sighed, picking up the dessert plates.

"We can do it," Anna said firmly.

They set dessert out and sat back down in their seats.

"So, I have some pretty big, exciting news," Anna announced.

"What is it," Bernard asked.

Anna took a deep breath and smiled at John. "I was promoted to Editor-in-Chief of La Dolce Vita."

"Oh Anna Banana, that's wonderful news," Bernard said.

"Thanks dad. I was beginning to think that I'd always be almost exactly where I started 8 years ago."

Katherine took a deep breath, "we also have some big news."

"What's your news darling," Sylvia asked.

Mark cleared his throat. "Well my company has decided to close their Yorkshire office. My department is moving down to London and we'll be moving down as soon as we find a flat that suits our needs."

"Moving down to London," Sylvia gasped out.

"Yes mum," Katherine said quietly.

"You're taking my daughter and grandchildren away from me," Sylvia cried at Mark.

"Mum, he doesn't have a choice," Katherine pleaded.

"There's always a choice," Sylvia hissed.

"Yes, a choice between providing for his family and not," Katherine retorted.

"Sylvia," Bernard quietly said, "it's only London. They aren't moving to Australia."

Anna had just finished giving Ian his bottle when Sylvia walked in.

"He's such a sweet baby," Sylvia said.

"Oh he's a little love bug," Anna cooed at the bundle in her arms.

"You look so natural with a baby in your arms."

"It's easy to when you have such a sweet pea."

"Have you set a wedding date?"

"June 18th."

"That will come sooner than you think. Do you have the venue all picked out?"

"We're going to a register office and we just want a simple reception."

"That's all," Sylvia said incredulously.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's just Katherine barely had a wedding because they were so young. I was hoping that I could have a proper wedding with you."

"Even with John?"

Sylvia sighed, "Even with him."

"Could the wedding be in London? John's mum isn't particularly well and it might be hard for her to come up here."

"I guess that would make sense with Katherine moving to London. Alright dear, it can be in London."

A soft knock caused them to look up.

"Bernard said that you needed to leave soon," John said.

"Look at the time, he's right of course. We have theatre tickets," Sylvia said and left the room.

"Was I interrupting anything important," he asked.

"Only the fact that we're now having a proper wedding."

"A church wedding? You in a white dress, me looking like a fool?"

"Yes. Do you mind it?"

He leaned over and lightly kissed her. "I don't mind it, not one bit."