With Jaz and Moira staying the night with Regan, Grace and Marcus went home, not talking much along the way. About two hundred metres from the Drovers Run gateway, Marcus pulled his ute over.
"Grace, I've been thinking."
"Really? That must have been an exciting experience."
"It certainly was. No, seriously, I have been thinking." Marcus paused to gather his thoughts. "How do you feel about us being together?"
Grace chuckled. "We are together, you dolt. We're in this," gesturing to her stomach "together. Don't try to tell me we're not."
"Alright." Marcus put the ute back into gear and slowly drove the remaining distance to Drovers.
The months flew by. Grace's baby bump got bigger, and bigger, until, at six months, it was time for an ultrasound. Marcus drove her into Fisher to go to the doctors.
"So, how you feeling today, big mumma?"
Grace smacked him. "I am fine, I have already been sick, so don't worry about getting your precious ute dirty."
Marcus laughed. "Ok. Well, we're almost there. Wanna take a pit stop?"
"No, thanks. There are toilets at the doctors."
"Fair enough."