I'm lying on the sofa covered by a blanket, reading 'What to expect when you're expecting' – a book Franky bought when we decided to start a family. On the floor next to me is a bucket just in case I can't make it to the bathroom on time. Franky text an hour ago saying she was finishing early today but had a quick errand to run before coming home, I hear a car pull up outside then keys in the lock.

"Honey, I'm home, where you at babe?" I hear Franky hoping about discarding her shoes as I call to her that I'm on the sofa.

"Aw, baby, how are you feeling today? Any sickness since I left?" she asks lifting my legs as she sits then taking them across her lap, starting to massage my feet and calves.

"That feels so good darling. Well, if I don't move then the nausea seems to stay away, hence why I'm laying here." Franky looks at me with concern etched across her face and reaches for my hand.

"I wish I could stay home with you every day until you started feeling better, I hate leaving you when you're this sick Gidge." I squeeze Franky's hand back.

"No honey I'm fine, and after our doctor's appointment at the end of the week we can start to tell people and I'm sure my parents and our friends won't leave us alone after that." Franky smiles and nods her head in agreement.

"Well it will be their first grandchild, so I can only imagine, I can't wait to see their faces when we tell them! About that, do you still want to organise a dinner party for Friday night to inform everyone, think you'll be up for it?"

"Yes, go ahead and plan it, we can't keep it a secret forever, as soon as I feel better I really need to get maternity clothes, it's not like I can wear your trackies and old band tees to work Franky."

"Ha, I'd love to see the professors and students faces if you turned up like that, since you're always so impeccably dressed! Oh, speaking of clothes, I got you a little gift, it's a bit small for you right now though…but it would definitely look good hanging up in our closet." Franky has a cheeky smirk on her face as she hands me a bag. I start to open it up.

"Franky, I swear this better not be lingerie! Oh." My mouth hangs open as I pull out the soft fabric of a simple, white, new born sized onesie.

"Oh Franky! It's beautiful and so soft!" I feel all over the material, not wanting to put it down.

"I'm so glad you like it Gidge, I thought you'd like the simple design, and of course how small and cute it is! I can't believe our kid will fit in it though, it's terrifying."

"I know Franky, it is scary but from what I've heard we better make the most of that stage, they soon get a lot bigger, not to mention more demanding and expensive!" We share a laugh then Franky pulls me into her lap for a sweet kiss, however the sudden movement unsettles my stomach and I need to frantically reach out for my bucket, where I proceed to empty the contents of my stomach into it while Franky holds my hair and rubs my back.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll remember in the future, no sudden movements." I just mumble a reply as I collapse into her chest and she holds me tightly.