"Milk two sugars?" Twisting to hand him the mug he holds a look of surprise on his face, as he accepts it thankfully off her, why she couldn't understand. It was only tea, hardly a miracle.

"You remember?" She had to admit the more he turned up the less angry she was getting at him. She still wished he'd go away and leave her to it but slowly she was beginning to accept that he wasn't going anywhere and that was slightly comforting at the same time. No one would want to go through this completely alone, it was terrifying and without her mother to support her that made it all the more worse. But she still wasn't sure how Andrew would cope when it came down to it. She'd had months and months to prepare and think it all through and he was getting a couple of weeks.

"Well Yeah of course. I've made it often enough. Pregnancy brain is that bad you know but my back is. I'm not standing here all day. Living room?" Smiling she heads for the far more comfy sofa compared to the hard kitchen chairs, something she never liked but pregnancy had made her hatred of them all the more strong.

"Oh yeah. Sure. You should rest more. Your always on your feet." He didn't know how she managed to cope during shifts, even at part time. It was obvious the more he seen her just how much her back pained her. He didn't notice much at first but today especially it was plain to see that she was struggling. She tried to hide it at first but when she was stood a considerable length of time she'd shut her eyes every so often to cope. But then with less than five weeks to go it was to be expected in her mind. Plus who was he to say she was always on her feet? How the hell did he know? Still she bit back from snapping, it got her nowhere. She knew her working was on his mind. It was on everyone's mind. As she struggled to get comfy on the sofa she leaves him in no confusion about her work.

"I'm not. 80% of the time I'm sat here or in an office doing paperwork. Plus I'm going on maternity leave next week anyway. Do you really think I'm running around in resus all day at this stage?"

"Well no of course not but you won't in the office your whole shift. Are you?" He smiled at her fake innocent smile to him, telling him of course she didn't sit in the office all day. He loved that smile. Even if she had said she did he wouldn't believe her. Still she laughed as she answered him, he loved that laugh too. It was so genuine. Each minute he spent with her just reminded him why he used to love been with her. He hadn't even noticed at the time but now it was so obvious.

"Look are you here to discuss my shift habits? No? Didn't think so." Laughing in response he shakes his head at her. Happy to see her at ease. It was good to see her not stressed and shouting, it had been some time since he'd seen her that way. He didn't know what had made her change her mind in respect to him but he was glad she had. She'd gone from almost crying in frustration at him to been almost comfortable in his company. He wasn't stupid enough to think it would be easy from here on out. There was a long way to go and they were just beginning.

"You didn't even give me a chance to answer there!" Laughing, she nods in reply. If she was to be honest she wasn't sure what had changed. She didn't really want him there but fighting about about wasn't going to help. If he wanted to step up and be there she wasn't going to stop him. She only hoped with all her heart that he wasn't going to run when it got tough. But something told her he would. Still she had to give him a chance. She could only deny his existence for so long. Maybe his charm was just getting to her. He had a way with her that no one else did. She couldn't explain it but she just went weak when he was around, even when she finished with him. That broken face would never leave her.

"I know but I know you so well I answered for you." Pushing her palms into her back and screwing her face up she forces herself forward as she attempts to get comfy, all to no avail though. It never did work. But it was always worth a shot. The back pain was the only thing she struggled to cope with, everything else she could ignore or calm down but not this darn back pain. No matter what she did It made it worse. Sitting, standing, bending, lying down, walking...anything! But of course she was far too stubborn to admit how bad it was sometimes. What could anyone do anyway?

"I'm beginning to think you do. Are you alright?" He creases his face in worry. He hadn't been around that many pregnant woman, unless they were in labour that was and had no idea what to do. Or if he could do anything to help her. It was different treating someone, this wasn't someone else's wife or girlfriend. This wasn't someone he didn't know. He wanted to help but for the first time his mind went completely blank.

"I'm fine. It's just back pain. Look I've been thinking about it all. I'm not going to stop you seeing the baby. I never would have I was just angry. I didn't mean what I said." She hoped that would distract him. It was true anyway, no matter what she might of said or thought she never wanted him to leave. Not really. Yes she didn't want to be with him, that was true, she wasn't getting married because she was pregnant. That still stood. But she never wanted to do this all on her own. She was angry and let her mouth run away with her, not to mention terrified. It seemed easier that way. But it wasn't because now, months down the line, she was still having to deal with it all.

"It's obviously not just back pain. Is there anything I can do? Would a walk help? Really? You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it. You are the baby's father. I can't deny that Andrew. Ugh! Nothing helps. It is just back pain. Nothing I do will ease it. Not walking, sitting, lying down, standing or bending. It's the position the baby's in isn't helping. Will you stop fussing?" Rolling her eyes at him, although smiling, she pushes herself off the sofa, with some effort, and successfully avoids his attempts to help her. She was used to managing on her own and was damned if she was going to make out she needed him around. She was perfectly capable of coping alone, even if she didn't want to. Just by agreeing he can have access to the baby didn't mean she was admitting she needed him there. That was completely different. Following her he gets off the sofa himself, although it wasn't half as difficult for him, and places both hands on her shoulders.

"I can't help it Lisa. You are so stubborn. I just want to help. I've told you already. I'm not back just because your pregnant. I want to be with you Lisa. I missed you." He'd never seen her eyes go so wide, like she was waiting for him to take it all back. Maybe hoping he would. But he wasn't going, it meant it and she knew that. She stood, motionless, for a moment before turning as best she could away from him. It was too much. Too soon. She head screamed to back off as that little voice in the back of her mind told her off for been so scared. But the louder voice won. She wasn't ready to trust him but before she could explain, not that she wanted to, her front door went. Someone certainly had great timing. Pulling out of his hold she heads to the door, muttering as she did.

"I best get that..." Leaving him in the living room, looking rather frustrated, she opens the door without thinking. Expecting it to be a salesman or someone. Or at best Megan, she often checked up on her. But no. if only it was.

"Mother? What are you doing here?"

"What a wonderful welcome Lisa! Can't I visit my daughter?" Oh wonderful! Of all days to turn up! How was she going to explain this one?