Marcus found Grace in the hospital gardens, sitting on a bench near a small pond. He walked over and sat next to her.
"Grace. For a girl, how about Anastacia?"
Grace jumped. She had been lost in her thoughts, but the name made an impact on her.
"Anastacia?"
"Yes. It means... hang on, I had it written down here somewhere." Marcus looked through his jacket pockets, and then his jeans, while Grace watched with amusement.
"Ah yes, here it is. It means 'she who will rise again'. Probably that she'll get back on her horse after she falls off. Just like her mum."
Grace laughed at that. "Sounds good." She moved closer to Marcus, cuddling into him. "I'm glad that you're the father of the bub, 'cause I know you're not going to run off."
Marcus put his arm around her. "You can bet on that."
They sat quietly on the bench, enjoying each other's company.
Grace and Marcus went back inside to find a police officer taking Regan's statement as to what had happened so recently. They waited outside until she had finished answering his questions, then they were asked to come inside.
"I will need both your statements. We can do it now, or in the morning."
Both Grace and Marcus elected to make theirs that night. Marcus went first, while Grace sat with Regan and talked about potential names for the baby.
"Anastacia sounds beautiful. It will suit her, if it is a girl." Regan beamed. "I'm going to be an auntie!"
Grace smiled. "We can't come to a decision on a boy's name, though."
Regan shrugged. "I suppose it will come to you eventually." She yawned. "I'm going back to sleep."
Grace nodded and sat back in her chair. Soon, it would be her turn for questioning.