Bridget is receiving some sort of an award at the university today, I didn't think I would be able to make it because I've just landed a huge case, but thankfully Marcus gave me the afternoon off so I could go and play the role of supportive wife. I've arrived just in time by the looks of things, the Principle is on the stage and I spot Bridget sitting on a chair to her left, awaiting her name being announced. I take a seat two rows from the front of the stage, grateful that I can get this close.

"I would like to announce the winner of this years' 'Outstanding Contribution to the Department of Psychology' award, the person receiving it this year has been with us for almost three years now and during that time student grades and attendance have improved vastly. Please put your hands together for this year's winner – Bridget Westfall-Doyle. I have such a huge smile on my face, I'm clapping and cheering for my wife like an idiot but I don't care, I'm just so proud of her achievement. Bridget stands up, smoothing out the non-existing wrinkles from her dress as she does, she walks toward the Principle who hands her a plaque and gives her hand a shake, before taking her place behind the podium.

"Thank you all so much, this is such an honour to be awarded this…" Why is she stopping? Her face looks weird, what's going on? I stand up from my seat and that's when it happens, before I can do anything at all to help, my wife is on the floor. I call her name as I rush on to the stage and kneel down beside her.

"Gidge, baby open your eyes for me. Someone get an ambulance!" I scream out into the crowd of people.

"Honey, please wake up, please Bridget!" I'm crying uncontrollably now as I lean over my wife, looking for any signs of injury – after all she did fall down quite hard, her eyes are still closed and I can honestly say I've never been more terrified in my life.

As we reach the hospital I get bombarded with questions.

"Yes, my wife Bridget Westfall-Doyle, she's currently 26 weeks pregnant and I'm not sure what happened, she was accepting an award and talking to the crowd one minute then the next thing I know she's on the floor."

After a thorough examination by the Doctor and Bridget waking up, we wait to hear the results and find out the cause of what happened.

"Well, the good news is that this was nothing serious, it appears that you fainted while on the stage – I'm putting it down to overheating and dehydration. You need to make sure you consume higher amounts of fluids, especially when you are somewhere with high temperatures."

"And the baby?" Bridget is looking very guilty right now, I just know for a fact she will beat herself up about this happening, but I'm not blaming her – we all make mistakes and she was so focused on the award she must have just forgot to drink enough water.

"Baby looks fine; heartrate was a little fast when you first came in but it has slowed back into a stable rate since we administered the IV fluids – you have nothing to worry about. You have a few bruises on your stomach, they must be from where you fell down but baby is very well protected in there so all looks good. You might have a bit of discomfort for a few days until the bruises heal, just take it easy and get lots of rest and fluids okay?"

"Okay yeah that's great thanks Doc, can I take my wife home now?" I ask the Doctor, relieved to hear that both Bridget and the baby are perfectly healthy.

"Yes you can, just make sure she relaxes and having the rest of the day in bed wouldn't be a bad idea."

Once home I put Bridget straight to bed, it's only 4.30pm but I'm sticking with the Doctors advice and taking no chances with her or the baby's health. I sit down next to her for a moment.

"Okay sweetie, you get some rest and I'll start making dinner, we can eat it here in bed tonight and watch some TV, does that sound good?"

"Yes Franky that sounds perfect, I'm so sorry that all of this happened today, I never meant to neglect myself or the baby, I was just getting so nervous about my speech and I know that's not an excuse but I really did just forget to take water with me and I didn't drink anything all morning, I guess the heat in the auditorium didn't help much." I take a hold of Bridget's cheek with my hand as a few tears start to fall from her eyes, I use the pad of my thumb to wipe them away, then lean in to capture her lips in a soft, slow kiss.

"Don't blame yourself Gidge, it was a mistake and you know now that you need to up your fluid intake. The main thing is both of you are fine – the baby's heartrate went back to normal once you were rehydrated so no damage done, and the bruises on your stomach will fade in a few days, like the Doc said baby was well protected in there, okay?" I lock eyes with her as she slowly nods her head in agreement. I then move down the bed so my head is laying directly in front of the bump, I take my right hand and lift up the nightshirt she is wearing. The bruises look much worse than they are, it's more the left side that has then as that's the side she landed on as she fell. I gently start to rub my hand around the spot where we can normally feel little legs kicking, and I am immediately greeted by a few small thumps against my hand.

"See Gidge, that's the baby's way of telling us they are completely fine – that we have nothing to worry about because they're all safe and cosy in there okay?" Bridget again nods and places her hand on top of mine.

"Right, well I shall go and start dinner for us, you and Peanut rest up okay?" I place a small kiss on Bridget's belly.

"Now Peanut, be good for mummy, she needs her rest – no acrobatics or anything, got it?" I get a small kick back in reply, hmm 'kid already not doing what I say' I think quietly to myself.

"Thanks Franky, now go make dinner please – I'm starving!" I laugh at my wife, give her a quick kiss on the forehead and head to the kitchen.

"Yes Ma'am!" I call out as I reach the bedroom door.