Angelina paces back and forth across the floor as she waits for George to come home from work. Breathe, she tells herself. Just breathe. Finally, the door opens and in steps the redheaded man, who she calls her boyfriend.

"Hello, love," he greets her with a kiss on the cheek. "How long have you been back? I thought practice was supposed to run late today?"

"Change of plans," she tells him. "How was work?"

"Fine, fine," he answers. "Same as it always is."

"George, we need to talk," Angelina says softly.

There was a time when George would have balked at these words. He would have said that they could fix whatever it was she wanted to talk about it and please don't leave him. Now, he sits down calmly on the sofa and mutters a simple 'fine'.

Taking a deep breath, she begins. "I came home early from practice—faked an injury. Point is I don't think they'll let me play for much longer."

"Oh, Ange," George says, sympathetic. "I'm sorry, baby. Wish that they would. You're a brilliant player and it's not like you've passed your prime yet."

"I know," she sighs. "But that's not it. I'm pregnant."

Now, George balks. "Are you sure? I mean, it could just be stress or something else that causes you women to miss that time of the month. You know that I wouldn't say this unless it were absolutely true, love. But you have to be sure. If you're not and my mother decides to kill me because she thinks you are, then that's on you."

"George," Angelina reprimands him gently as she takes his hand. "I'm sure. I went to see a healer last week. They know what they're doing and they're sure."

"Ok, it's a good thing," he sounds more like he's trying to convince himself than her. "Of course, we-"

Angelina silences him with a kiss. "George, calm down. It's alright. We're going to be alright. You'll see."

"Merlin, Ange, a baby," he mutters, leaning his forehead against her shoulder as she strokes his hair. "I'm going to be a father."

"Hmm. And you're going to tell your mother."

He groans. "Can't you?"

"No," she answers. "I have to tell mine."

"I reckon we're both done for then."