Ray woke up to see Neela across the room from him, looking at herself side on in the mirror. She was using one hand to hold up her t-shirt, exposing her stomach, her other hand lightly running over the revealed area.

"What are you doing?" Ray asked her.

She didn't turn away from the mirror as she spoke. "Look at this, I'm showing already! My parents are going to know I'm pregnant before I even have a chance to say 'hello'."

Ray looked at her flat stomach, confused. He knew she was pregnant and he couldn't even tell. "Neela, I don't think you have anything to worry about."

She turned to face him, clearly annoyed. "Look at me," she stated.

Ray looked again. He squinted a little and angled his head to the side but he couldn't for the life of him see what she was talking about. He shook his head a little. "Sorry, Neela," he said, "but I really don't see it. I mean, you're not even three months yet. You don't even look like you've had a big lunch."

Neela sighed and let her t-shirt fall back down.

"Come on, come back to bed," Ray said.

"I can't come back to bed, we have to get ready for work," Neela replied.

"But the alarm hasn't even gone off yet."

"It went off ten minutes ago," Neela explained. "And then I nudged you and told you you had to get up."

Ray frowned. He didn't remember the alarm going off. Or any nudging for that matter. He looked over at the clock and found that, as usual, she was right.

"Ok, so I'm getting up," he grumbled as he climbed out of bed. He walked over to her and put his arms around her. "You're worried about your parents coming tonight, right?"

"You could say that, yes."

"It'll be fine, Neela."

"I just don't know what they're going to think about the whole thing. They know we're dating but they haven't even met you yet."

"Isn't that what today's in aid of?"

"Yes I suppose it is," she conceded. She put a hand up to her temple. "Oh, I'm giving myself a headache."

Ray angled her face up towards his. "Relax," he said.

He leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away. "Morning breath," she explained.

Ray nodded a little. "Right." He kissed her on the cheek and then headed over to the closet.

Neela watched as he picked out some clothes. "Wait, not that t-shirt," she said.

Ray looked down at the sleeveless band t-shirt he had chosen to wear. "What? Why not?"

"Just, no," Neela struggled. She walked over to his closet and, after some searching, managed to find a plain t-shirt that actually went past the shoulder. She laid it on the bed. "Here, wear this."

"Why?"

"And do you have a sensible belt?" she asked, heading back over to the closet.

Ray looked confused. "Neela, why are you dressing me? Cos, personally, I like it better when you undress me," he said with a flirtatious smile but Neela was paying no attention to him. "Neela?"

She turned to face him. "What?"

"What are you doing?"

"You have to look like a grown-up today, Ray. You can't look like some teenage rockstar wannabe, my parents will have a fit. You're going to be the father of their grandchild, you have to look like it."

"Or, I could just act like it," Ray suggested. "Surely that's more important."

"Well, that too obviously," Neela said, clearly irritated.

"Ok, here's the deal," said Ray. "I'll wear these clothes, I'll act like a grown-up and together we'll prove to them that we can do this. Deal?"

Neela nodded a little, starting to feel better. "Deal."

"And remember," he said as he moved back towards her, "I'm right here next to you, whatever happens."

He put his arms around her and she felt instantly safe. She even managed a smile as she looked up into his eyes. "Thank you," she said.

"No problem," he replied suavely.

She leaned up to kiss him.

"What about the morning breath?" he asked.

"I don't care," she replied and they fell into a kiss.