The next morning, Randy, after a sleepless night, got back to the hospital in time before Roxy had awoken. Clutching a single red rose in his left hand, he entered the ward where he found Roxy's doctor scanning her notes.

"Mr Orton, can I speak to you?" he asked.

"Can't it wait, I need to go to see Roxy." Randy hastened.

"Don't worry, it won't take a moment." he added, pulling Randy away from everyone else into his office.

"We got your wife's results back early this morning."

"Are they good?" Randy questioned, not really sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"So far, yes, everything looks fine. The bloods we got back seem to be alright, without there being any poisoning. When she wakes up I'll need to take another look at her stomach to make sure everything is ok there."

"What about the baby?" Randy gulped, clasping the rose tighter.

"Well, because Roxanna's doing fine, so is the baby and the fluids seemed to be good, that we got back from the lab. Obviously, there is still a chance of her loosing the baby due to her illness and because of the foetus being so young. If she can stay as calm as possible and not do too much for a little while then there isn't any reasons as to why she can't have a happy, healthy pregnancy."

"Thank you." Randy smiled lightly.

"Does she know she is expecting yet?" the Doctor asked, standing from leaning against his desk.

"No, I wanted to see if the test results were positive first. I might tell her this morning."

"I think it's only fair to." the Doctor reasoned, showing Randy out of his office.

Randy sighed relief when he walked away from the office, a little happier about the day ahead. Running a hand through his hair, he entered Roxy's room to find her still asleep in the position he left her in last night.

Randy re-took his place at the side of her on the bed, placing the red rose gently on the bedside cabinet before taking her hand in his. She didn't look as pale as she did the night before and didn't look as exhausted.

Before too long, she began to stir, her eyes connecting with Randy's.

"Hey sweetie, good night?" he questioned, waiting for a long line of sarcastic insults to be hurled at him.

"What do you think?" she grumpily replied, rolling her eyes slightly as Randy smiled to himself. It was good to be getting the 'old' Roxy back.

"I missed you last night," Randy pouted "The bed was cold!"

"Get yourself a heater then." Roxy sniped.

"Are you ok?" Randy quizzed, releasing his hand from hers.

"Yeah...I'm sorry, I'm just knackered."

"Don't be sorry." Randy smiled back as the Doctor entered the room.

"Good morning Mrs Orton...how are we this morning?"

"Great!" she lied, Randy giving her a puzzled look.

"Nice to hear it...lets look at that scar shall we?" he asked, lifting up the plaster obscuring it. "Good." he glanced back to Roxy.

"So, when should I book that big celebratory 'I'm Home' party?" Roxy joked.

"A few days if you continue to feel this good." the Doctor grinned, placing the plaster back over her stomach. "I'll be back soon - feel free to go for some fresh air but tell someone where you are going first." he added, leaving the room.

"What was that all about?" Randy inquired.

"If he thinks I'm fine, the sooner I'll be able to get out of this dump!"

"You really shouldn't do that..." Randy shook his head.

"Why not?" Roxy asked with a confused tone of voice.

"Look, we need to talk." Randy sternly said.

"I know...don't think that I've forgotten about the other day." Roxy replied, Randy knowing for well that she wouldn't have forgotten about their little argument.

After Roxy had gotten dressed into warmer but loose clothes, her and Randy went and stood on the hospital's balcony over looking the rest of the town. Neither of them had said anything to each other since Roxy had spoken last. Randy turned to face Roxy who was gazing to the floor below, her elbows resting on the cool, metal railings.

"I'm sorry I lied to you," he started, pausing for a moment "I can understand why you're pissed off with me."

"After everything we ever said about him...you go and lie to me about him trying to contact you. It's not the fact that he's been texting you. It's the fact that you lied to me. After everything..."

"I didn't want to upset you...obviously that backfired." Randy murmured.

"You might have done it for the best of intentions but in the long run it wasn't gonna last."

"I was going to tell you..."

"When? 20, 50 years down the line of when they were putting the final nail in my coffin?" Roxy angrily and sarcastically responded.

"Please Rox, darling, stop doing this. You are my world and without you, I feel alone and sad. I love you. Nothing can change that. But you have to believe me; I would never, under any circumstances do or say anything to hurt you, no matter what. You just have to listen to me." Randy pleaded, taking Roxy's hand into his.

"Look, this marriage is a two way thing and I know how I feel and want to continue to feel about you. But we have to be straight with each other. We can't lie to each other and pretend it's ok. No matter what's going on, it won't hurt coz we've got each other. If we want to be together forever, we have to be honest; it's the only way." Roxy nodded.

"I agree. Oh, by the way, while I'm on the road with Raw over the next week, your Mom's coming over from England. She called me early this morning to ask how the honeymoon was and I told her what happened and she wanted to come over and make sure everything was ok."

"What!" Roxy asked, her face dropping. "Why can't you stay?"

"Because...because you never know when we might need the time off." Randy shrugged, thinking for 7 months in advance.

"What do you mean?" Roxy questioned, noticing Randy fiddling in the inside of his jacket pocket.

Holding the boxed object in front of Roxy, she questionably looked at him.

"What...why have you got a pregnancy test?"

"We had a lot of good sex on holiday. I'm just curious." Randy smirked.

"You're not joking...are you?"

"Nope, just give it a try." Randy implored.

"Maybe another day." Roxy semi-agreed, pushing the pregnancy test back into Randy's pocket.

A few day's later and Roxy was back at home, recovering from her appendectomy in comfort. She was laid across the sofa, blankly watching TV when Randy walked into the living room from the kitchen. He was glad that she was home and doing well and that everything seemed to be working out better than before between the two.

"Sweetie, did you do that pregnancy test I gave you the other day?" Randy questioned, taking a sip of his diet coke.

"Ummm...I can't remember..." she falsely replied, an innocent smile creeping across her face.

"Did you intend on doing it?" he asked.

"Yeah, I, uh, just forgot."

Randy pulled the box out of his pocket once again, offering it to his wife.

"Please?"

"But..."

"No buts, baby. Just do it!"

"Fine." Roxy groaned, taking the packet and walking to the toilet, Randy following her.

Roxy herself had even come to suspect that she was pregnant while on holiday. She knew that she was feeling how she did when she was pregnant with her and Randy's first baby, Olivia. When she was pregnant with Gavin's baby, she was unaware of it. Maybe insecurity could have sent a blanket of doubt around her during that time.

Reading the instructions to herself, Roxy was impatiently waiting for the results to arrive. Closing her eyes, she exhaled deeply, placing the test on top of the toilet lid.

After a few more minutes, her hands shaking, she took the little, white stick in her hand and examined the results.

"Is everything ok, honey?" Randy called, unfolding his arms.

"It sure is, Daddy!" Roxy replied, choking back tears "I can't believe it; I'm pregnant!" she rejoiced, embracing Randy as he stroked her hair.

"We're gonna be parents!"

But will the pregnancy be an easy - and successful - one?

Check back soon for more!