I hope you enjoy this next chapter. I have taken a small part from the series three, episode one script. Therefore, all rights of that part and the characters belong to Peter Moffat.

Martha, whilst lying in Clive's bed and with his arm draped around her, let out a blissful sight. She felt so content just lying in bed, staring at the plain white ceiling. She raised her left hand into the air, her fingers pointing straight up, towards the ceiling. She let out yet another blissful sigh at the sight of her new ring. It's wasn't much. She didn't want much and it definitely wasn't a diamond. Clive had gone for a pearl, she liked the idea of how the pearl had to be worked for, something that was created from nothing more than a piece of dirt, she liked that it mirrored her life. Although, a part of her hoped that wasn't the reason why Clive had chosen it.

Having finally decided to stop being such a hopeless romantic, and also deciding that it most certainly did suit her, Martha dropped her arm and found Clive's hand with her own.

Lying in the peaceful silence, hand in hand. Clive focused on listening to the gentle inhale and exhale of his beautiful fiancée. Even in the morning, having just woken up, she was so beautiful. The thought that he would wake up to this feeling every morning for the rest of his life made him more sure than he'd ever been that he'd made the right decision in asking Martha Costello to marry him.

"Clive?" Martha's words interrupted their silences, but her words were always welcome to Clive.

His response of mummers were unintelligible to many, but Martha's years of practice allowed for her easy cipher of his humming. But Martha wasn't satisfied, "Clive, this is serious."

These words called for Clive to turn onto his side, his and Martha's faces were almost touching, he could feel her warm breath on his face, something about it warmed his heart. "Yes, Martha, you have my sole attention. No other woman in this room has a single ounce of my attention."

"Clive, I do hope that there is not another women in this room." They had a chuckle at this, embracing Clive's womanising nature. "Who would he have been? Or she?" Martha's voice wasn't full of it's usual buoyancy when talking to Clive. It had a taken on a sadness that lingered in her eyes.

"Mmm?"

"The child we didn't have. Boy? Girl? Astronaut?" Clive's eyes held Martha's gaze. He saw the sadness and the unanswered questions.

"Maybe we would have been given the cruel irony of having a police officer as a daughter. Or son." Clive added, correcting himself. But that wasn't the point. What he wanted to do was what he achieved: he watched Martha's pale lips curl up into a small smile.

"What if I wanted another baby?" There it was. The question that had been lingering on her mind of a while. Her heart skipped a beat every time she saw a baby recently. The park, supermarket or even court. She looked to Clive to gage a response. But her mind could't help but wander back three years. She still remembered the pain she was in, fresh as the day it happened. But she couldn't quite tell if it was the physical pain or emotional that she remembered. But, it hurt a lot. She wondered whether she still had the little white baby grow she'd bought. It had the most beautiful embroidery. She remembered that she'd found it whilst looking for a decent suit that would have accommodated her pregnancy. It was a beautiful shop too. She hadn't really intended on going in there. But after the miscarriage she wished she never had. The beautiful white baby grow was just another reminder of what she had lost. She thought for a little longer, maybe it was still wrapped in tissue paper, in the box with the photo from the ultrasound.

"Martha, when we lost the baby, it broke off a little bit of my heart. I had so many plans for me and you and the baby. But, to have to sit outside that court with you. With you crying on my shoulder, now that truly broke my heart. For a long time, still now, maybe, I felt so guilty. I should have been there for you. If I had been there with you maybe Gary Rush wouldn't have intruded on your life so heavily. Maybe we wouldn't have lost the baby." Clive could see that Martha was almost in tears, but that wasn't his intention. All he wanted to do was be honest. Something that he usual doesn't take the time to do. "Martha, to have a child with you would simply add to this current perfection. Do you want a baby?"

"I want a baby. I want a baby with you."

"Did I ever show you the ultrasound?" Martha asked. Maybe it would be cathartic. And, she felt Clive needed to see it too, it was his baby as well.

"I don't think you did, actually." Clive said with a soft hint of curiosity.

Martha sat up and padded across the room to gather her dressing gown and slippers. Clive watched as her night gown swished around her thighs. Her legs were beautiful, not too thin. But soft and pale and quite gorgeous.

Martha motioned for Clive to follow her. She continued down the corridor to the closet in the hallway. She opened the doors and looked for a moment, until she spotted what she was looking for, reaching on her tip-toes, showing a hint of the curve of her thigh and her bum. Clive was watching on with hesitance and intrigue.

Martha pulled down the brown box and walked over to Clive, opening it, her fingers brushed against the soft cotton. She pulled out the small square photo and her heart broke again. She eyes lingered as she handed it to Clive.

It took awhile for Clive to really register what he was seeing, but when he did, his confusion in how to react was not concealed. One part of him wanted to break down in tears right there. But there was another part of him than knew he had to keep it together for Martha. She was far closer to the edge than him, and it was her that had to experience the heartbreak far more than he ever had. He stood there for a moment doing nothing. Then, his fingers outlined the white outline of his child, slowly and softly, thinking about what could have been. He looked up after a few minutes and saw Martha crying softly, with the baby grow in her hands. He embraced her and out her head of his chest.

"We'll get through it together." The words were as if the pain had just happened, but three years later, they were just admitting it happened together.