The lunch Matt ordered arrives. They eat quietly, in part because, despite Matt's reassurances, Betty is nervous about how Mr. Dunne will react to her not being back in England when expected.

Taking a few moments to gather herself, Betty announces, "My Dad's reaction was great. Now, for the phone call I am really anxious about…I hope we don't need to put that trust fund into use so soon."

They both laugh at Betty's extra comment and she then proceeds to call Mr. Dunne's private line.

Recognizing the number, Mr. Dunne answers his phone, "Betty, glad to hear from you. With the next issue due to hit the stands in less than 3 weeks, I am thinking we should have a Sunday afternoon meeting to get everybody ready for the home stretch."

"Actually," replies Betty with her voice barely audible and cracking, "There has been a delay, hopefully temporary, in our returning to England, I'm going to let Matt explain," as she hands him the phone.

Whispering to Betty, "It will be fine," Matt then continues speaking for them, "Betty's blood pressure is much higher than the doctors would like. She has been placed on limited activity with no flying allowed, at least until Monday. I've assured her that we can get a list of office equipment she needs so that she can perform her job duties from here if need be. She is allowed to use a computer and have meetings, she will just be lying down."

"I'll have Mary email you a list of the supplies shortly. Take care of yourself and that baby. Your letter from the editor will likely be made more interesting this month given your recent life events," responds Mr. Dunne.

"Thank you for your understanding," answers Betty, who is able to speak again. "Matt has agreed to be my assistant and task master for the duration of the pregnancy, so I am sure, even though it may be a bit unconventional, everything will get done and the readers won't know the difference."

All three of them laugh, with Mr. Dunne saying, "I get the impression you have never been conventional, so we wouldn't expect the magazine to be either. Let's plan on having a video conference call Sunday, 2pm your time, and we'll figure it out from there."

"Agreed," replies Betty, "And again, I appreciate you being so supportive. An unexpected pregnancy is one thing, but this blood pressure issue is making this feel like a test. One I expect we will pass with so many people on our side."

As Betty hangs up the phone she emits a sigh of relief. Matt decides to call Furniture World and asks for their salesperson from the previous day.

"Hello," he states, "This is Matthew Hartley, my fiancée, Betty, and I were in there yesterday and ordered several rooms worth of furniture. We initially indicated that we didn't need the furniture immediately, but our plans have changed. A 15% surcharge to have it delivered this Sunday will be fine. We will see you at 10am."

"Well, things seem to be coming together nicely despite the change in plans," remarks Matt. "Let's try to have some down time. Maybe we'll even watch a romantic comedy on the DVR to take our minds off things for a little while."

"I can go with that plan, or maybe we'll even make our own romance, with a little comedy thrown in for fun, since that is part of the doctors' orders" retorts Betty, who then gives him an intense kiss.

"More than acceptable," smirks Matt, "But let's not cut it as close as Sunday when the Meade clan dropped by since I think that conversation would be much more awkward with your Dad than them."

They both laugh and then make love according to Dr. Day's rules given Betty's current activity restrictions. They decide to take a rest before the Suarez clan arrives for dinner and socializing. Matt wakes up at about 4:30. He watches Betty peacefully sleep for a few minutes, and then gets out of bed and turns on his computer.

Matt uses online ordering at "Office Experience" to get the equipment they will need if they are to remain in New York. He decides to purchase the items even if they are able to return to England since they will need similar supplies in the States anyway related to their magazine. He is glad that Sunday morning delivery is available, so they will be prepared, at least from an electronics and office perspective, for the 2pm conference call.

Betty rolls over and glances at the clock, stating, "5:30 already, we'd better freshen up and place the dinner order since they are known for arriving hungry."

"Here," says Matt handing her the blood pressure cuff and taking out his memo pad, "Time for a reading."

"Yes, Sir," smirks Betty, "136/76 both times, lying down no less. Just a bit higher than the magic number Dr. Day gave us earlier today for when I am sitting up."

They shower together, joking that such is for safety purposes. Matt arranges the room for their guests. He brings Betty his computer so she can see the items he ordered for their home office. Betty calls the restaurant, with the estimated time of delivery being 6:45. Promptly at 6:30, there is a knock on the door.

"We're here, let the eating begin," announces Bobby, as he, Hilda, Justin, Ignacio, and Elena come into the suite.

"Hey, this is bigger than your old apartment here was, Aunt B," says Justin as he comes over and gives her a hug.

"Yes, it is. However, the town home is much bigger than any place I've lived in so far," responds Betty, with Hilda nodding in agreement.

Hilda and Betty then glance at each other, and both burst into tears. Matt is quickly at Betty's side and Bobby at Hilda's, comforting each of them as they give each other "looks" over the women's heads.

"Alright, enough tears," says Ignacio, even though his eyes are misty as well. "We get at least a few extra days of Betty and Matt here in New York and, as long as my grandbaby and Betty are fine, I'll take that extra time anyway I can get it."

Everyone laughs at his joke. The food arrives and they sit down to eat, with everyone enjoying the food and the company.

"Glad you could all make it over, I think it has lifted Betty's spirits. I expect tomorrow will be our last lazy day for quite a while. The general furniture and office equipment will be delivered to the town home on Sunday. We hope you can join us for our inaugural dinner in our new home, but, I must warn you, I'll likely invite my parents too," adds Matt, as he glances at Betty, who is nodding her head affirmatively at his suggestion.

"If they are coming, I don't want to miss it," remarks Hilda, "I want to see your mother's reaction to the new furniture and all, most of which I suspect will not be her typical taste."

Everyone laughs given the interactions between Victoria and Hilda thus far.

"I agree, my mother will likely be practicing holding her tongue, but at least she and my Dad are on speaking terms at the moment," replies Matt.

Pulling Matt aside, Ignacio whispers, "I wanted to personally thank you for being true to your words about standing by and supporting Betty during the pregnancy and beyond. I'm glad she's found someone who is truly dedicated to her and your mutual future."

"You are welcome," replies Matt, "But there is no need to thank me. I am in love with Betty and will do everything within my power to assist her in having a healthy baby and us in having a successful relationship."

They finish their meal and then say their goodbyes, with everyone giving Betty a hug as well as words of encouragement directed at both Betty and Matt. The door then shuts quietly behind them.

"I'm going to call my parents and share our medical update," announces Matt, "but I am not inviting them over for dessert or breakfast."

Laughing at Matt's joke, "I appreciate that, we can use some time alone and it is somewhat awkward entertaining from a reclining position," comments Betty.

Matt speaks with both of his parents and explains the issues with Betty's blood pressure and its impact on the pregnancy. They both pass along their good wishes that Betty's blood pressure remains stable or even improves. His parents, who were actually eating a dinner out together much to Matt's surprise, both graciously accept Matt's invitation to join them for dinner at the redecorated town home at 6pm on Sunday night. Betty and Matt then call it a night, with Betty taking one more blood pressure reading before they turn in. It reads 138/78.