Okay, I have returned from Cardiff and my Westlife concerts. Here's the next chapter which I hope you like.

"It is good to be home," Ruth said sitting on the sofa and closing her eyes for a moment. Harry watched her anxiously. "Stop it," she said with her eyes closed.

"Stop what?"

"Worrying about me. And the baby. Its unnecessary and irritating."

"I can't help it," he said sitting next to her and holding her hand. "I waited too long to have you in my life. I won't lose you now."

"I have been poked and prodded by more doctors than I care to remember. I am fine."

"Okay," Harry said in a more normal voice. He kissed her hand gently and left to put the kettle on. Ruth placed a hand on her stomach protectively and by the time Harry came back in, she was sleeping peacefully. Harry smiled at her, wondering if anything in the world had ever looked more beautiful.

Ruth woke up to find herself alone. She went into the kitchen to find a note from Harry.

Ruth,

I had to go to Thames House. There was no way I was going to disturb you. Stay at home and get some rest. You are not to come into work under any circumstances. I love you. H xxx.

Ruth smiled and picked up the home phone to call through to Harry's office.

"Yes?" Harry asked in a tense voice.

"What crisis is it this time?" Ruth asked with a smile, just from hearing his voice.

"You're meant to be resting," Harry said in a slightly softer voice that she knew was reserved especially for her.

"I am," Ruth said. "If I get anymore sleep I'll slip into a coma out of sheer boredom. Now, who is it threatening to blow us up or destroy central London?"

"I'm not telling you anything," Harry said. "If I do, you will either worry or turn up at Thames House and attempt to start work. I don't want that."

"Fine," Ruth said knowing when she was beaten. "How long are you going to be?"

"A few hours at least," Harry said. "You know how it is."

"Yes, I do," Ruth said smiling. "Just promise me you'll wake me up when you get in."

"Ruth, you're recovering from surgery. You have to save your strength…"

"Its either that or I take a taxi to Thames House right now because I want to see you. I need to see you."

"Okay," Harry said smiling at her, even though she couldn't see him. "I love you."

"I love you too," Ruth said, feeling herself fill with a bubble of happiness. She put the phone down only half wishing she was at Thames House.

Ruth had a shower to relax herself, letting the hot water run over her skin. When she got out she examined her body critically in the mirror. Her stomach had taken on a slight curve, the babies presence showing itself. Ruth felt a twinge of pain as she saw the scar from her surgery. She touched the length of it, thanking God that it was far enough away from the baby. She knew it would fade but a part of her vanity hated how it looked. But it was a small trade off if it meant she got to keep her life, she reasoned logically.

Sighing she threw her dressing gown on and turned around to go back into the bedroom. She jumped out of her skin when she realised Harry was watching her from the bathroom door.

"Oh God!" she hissed, shocked, trying to get her breath back. "I wasn't expecting you for ages yet."

"I missed you," Harry said quietly approaching her. Ruth couldn't look away from his eyes as if she were magnetised. He stroked a hand down her damp cheek and slowly ran his fingers through her wet hair. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to give in to his touch. He made her feel in a way no one else ever had before. His lips gently brushed her own. She needed more of him. So much more. He could tell and his hands wrapped themselves around her back, pulling her close.

"You're beautiful," he murmured against her skin when her lips were free. "No scar will change that." Ruth blushed slightly and looked away from him. He moved his hand to her chin and made her look at him.

"I mean it," Harry said firmly. "You take my breath away." He didn't give her a chance to say anything because he kissed her more intensely. Ruth gasped as his lips inched down her neck, making her skin tingle. Then he moved lower, pushing the fabric of her dressing gown aside as he went. Her breathing was becoming heavier and she stopped him by putting a hand on his head.

"Wait." He looked at her confused and a little hurt. "I'm too old to do this on the bathroom floor," she said with a grin. Harry smiled and took her hand, taking her through to the bedroom.

"So what was yesterdays disaster?" Ruth asked getting dressed the following morning. Harry sighed, not wanting to burden her. "Come on," Ruth said firmly. "You want to tell me. I know you do. I'll find out anyway eventually."

"Okay," Harry said heavily. Deep down he knew he needed to confide in Ruth so he didn't put up much of an argument. "The Japanese," Harry said. "There's a splinter terror group, freedom for the Japanese. The FJ. They seem to have no other ideology than attempting to blow up as many cities as they can. Hatred of corporations seems to be at the top of their list. They want to go back to simpler times where greed was much less."

"They want a fairytale," Ruth said plainly.

"Yes." Harry felt better just by simply explaining the situation to his wife. "As you know a bomb went off in Beijing a few weeks ago. It was the FJ. Now the Chinese are…"

"Unhappy?" Ruth said mildly, interrupting him.

"Yes," Harry said. "They caught the individual members but the FJ were frustrated by their treatment and retaliated by detonating bombs in Berlin and Madrid over the last few days.

"I hadn't heard about that," Ruth said, frowning. She was annoyed about her lack of information. She needed to have a brain full of knowledge to feel secure and missing something made her feel like her stomach had sunk a few notches lower than normal.

"There was a press blackout," Harry said. "The Chinese asked nicely and they don't like being ignored. Plus you've been recovering from surgery and haven't been near a computer in nearly three weeks. I think you can be forgiven for your unusual lack of brilliance.

"Even so…" Ruth said a little put out. "I should know these things." Harry kissed her slowly, loving how much she cared about her job. He let her go and continued explaining.

"The FJ tried France but the members were caught. They would have got Paris too but its security went up after…" Harry didn't want to think about that. Ruth in pain was not something he liked to dwell on.

"Okay," Ruth said squeezing his hand gently. "I'm guessing this is your way of telling me they are targeting London next. How big are these guys?"

"We don't know but large enough to pull of bombs in three different capital cities," Harry replied.

"Okay," Ruth said picking up her boots and slipping them on.

"What do you think you're doing?" Harry asked as she pulled the zips up.

"Getting ready for work," Ruth said blankly avoiding looking at him.

"Not a chance," Harry said stubbornly. "You are recovering from major surgery, you are pregnant. You're not going into Thames House."

"Yes I am," Ruth said calmly, not wanting to get into an argument. She knew she was right.

"Ruth…"

"If I weren't married to you, if I wasn't pregnant, would you need your senior analyst today?" Harry's silence was answer enough. "I'm going in to work. So either accept it, or I'll wait until you leave and then take a taxi. Then you'll have to throw me off of the grid because I won't leave of my own accord."

Harry looked at her closely, breathing heavily. She had a point. "Okay. But you are going home at five okay? I don't care what happens today. You are looking after that baby properly. I don't want another day like that one in Paris when I thought I'd lost both of you." His eyes were burning and she knew he was serious.

"Yeah," she agreed, knowing this was concern for her. She loved how much he cared about both her and the baby. She kissed him slowly and felt him rest a hand on her stomach gently. Ruth felt so safe and happy that she never wanted the kiss to end.

More soon but I have no idea which way this is heading. Anyway, hope you liked, I would love a review! xxx