A/N: This might be a bit quiet after the last chapter, but I felt that Anna and John deserved some peace and quiet. Thanks for the reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own DA. (Sorry for the non-creative disclaimer.)

Anna had been in the café for a minute before she saw Katherine waving her to the table. She slowly made her way over to the table and carefully sank into the chair.

"Hi Katherine," Anna said with a smile.

"How are you doing Anna," Katherine asked.

"Much better now that nausea isn't an hourly part of my life."

"That's good. John told me that you were having a rough time with it."

"He was a saint during the whole thing. I know that if the roles were reversed that I wouldn't have been nearly as patient."

A waiter walked up to the table. "Are you ready to order?"

Katherine said, "I'll have the Chicken Curry."

"Very good, and for your ma'am," the waiter asked, turning to Anna.

"I'll just have some naan," Anna said.

The waiter took their menus and went to place the order.

Katherine took a deep breath and started, "how are you dealing."

"Dealing with what," Anna asked innocently.

"Mum, the whole big row. Thank you for warning us that it would happen by the way."

"Better today than I was yesterday and tomorrow I will be even better."

"I can't believe that you said those things and at the same time, I can believe it. I don't get why she can't see how wonderful this is. Mark and I were so thrilled when you told us that you were expecting."

Anna looked down in embarrassment, "I can't believe it either. John says that it was 31 years worth of strops coming out at once."

"I believe that. I'll never understand why she expected you to be this perfect copy of herself. She never controlled me the same way."

"Dad used to tell me that when you were little that you were always just you. Your personality was there from day 1."

"And what about you?"

"Apparently I was personality-free until I was a toddler," Anna said wryly.

"I doubt that. I can't ever see you as being personality-free."

"Maybe not…," Anna paused.

"Are you alright Anna?"

Anna didn't answer for a minute, her brow furrowed. "I think so. I thought that I was going to be sick, but it's not exactly nausea."

"Does it feel like bubbles?"

"A bit, I guess."

"Anna, that's the baby moving."

Anna looked in wonder at the bump and started to cry.

"Are you ok," Katherine asked.

"Yes, I just," Anna paused, "this just makes it so real. I'm going to be a mum."

Katherine smiled broadly at her. "The best mum in the world."

Anna was sitting on the couch, waiting for John to come home. As her stomach burbled, she smiled. She heard the door open and called out, "I'm on the couch."

John walked into the room with a worried expression. "Are you alright?"

Anna patted the cushion next to her. "Come sit next to me."

He sat down next to her. "Really, Anna, are you alright?"

Anna picked up his hand and place it on her stomach. "Now, I know that you can't feel it right now, but our little baby is moving around right now."

John looked down at his hand in wonderment. "It's moving?"

"Yes, it feels a bit like a bunch of bubbles."

"Bubbles?"

"It's hard to describe," she said with a laugh.

"Hello Baby Bubbles," John said to her stomach.

Anna giggled, "I think that our baby has its first nickname."

"It's alliterative and that's always good."

"Says the fabulous writer."

"Who's only as fabulous as his editor."