So, you've reached level 6. Full blown Grace/Teresa friendship here with a little bit of humour thrown in for good measure. Enjoy.

'Oh Grace, look at these!' Teresa held up a pair of tiny blue striped dungarees. 'How cute?'

Grace chuckled. 'They are, but I don't think Princess here wants blue.'

'You can dress a girl in blue, there's no laws stating otherwise.'

'Well, you would know..'

The two women laughed. Jane (much to the annoyance of the team) had correctly predicted that Grace's baby would be girl. This had been confirmed a few weeks later when she had gone for her 20 week scan. The first thing she had done afterwards was to call Teresa and to tell her to slap Jane for her and to tell him that he had to be psychic, an order which Teresa had carried out almost immediately, judging but the faint 'Ow!' she had heard. Now, six weeks later, they were having the shopping trip that had been planned for months. The excitement to buy baby clothes and the other bits and pieces that Grace would need was running high.

'Have they got any of those in pink? I've always loved dungarees..'

'Not sure, I'll check. You getting those babygros? The pink and white ones?'

'How could I not? They're adorable. Oh, I must get an apron at some point too..'

Teresa frowned. 'An apron? Please tell me you aren't going to cook? You're good at lots of things but cooking isn't one of them.'

'Very funny. No, it's for breastfeeding. You put it over you and the baby when you're doing it so you can actually have a conversation and other people aren't embarrassed to look at you.'

'That's really clever actually. Very resourceful.'

'I thought so. Have you seen these bibs?'

Teresa wandered round to the other side of the rack. Grace had found packs of bibs with funny messages on.

'I thought you refused to buy things like that?'

'Well, normally, but these are so cute..'

The older woman picked up the packet and smiled. 'Been inside for nine months?'

'I know, how sweet?'

'Grace, you're a cop. Is that really the kind of thing you want your daughter to be wearing?'

'Yeah, I see your point..' Reluctantly, the redhead placed the packet back on the shelf.

'Ah, now these are better.' Teresa picked up another packet. 'If you think I'm cute, you should see my Mommy.'

'Dear God, no. I'm not using my child to pimp myself out. Some of these are awful..'

'Like what?'

'Well, this says 'Spit happens'.'

'Maybe not those then. What about these? 'When God made me, he was just showing off.'?'

They both laughed at this.

'Now, that's cute. Go on, they'll be fine. I've got some plain ones as well. Mind if I pay for this then we can come back later? I need a sit down and a drink..'

'We've only been out two hours.'

'I know, but being six and a half months pregnant takes it out of you a bit.'

'I guess it does. It's cool, I'm getting tired too. I don't normally do so much shopping at once.'

'Trust me, we'll soon be changing that.'

'Oh, great..' Teresa grinned at her friend. Making friends with Grace was one of the best things to have happened to her recently, even if it meant spending hours at the mall. It was so worth it.

'So.. You going to have a baby shower?'

'No I'm darn well not.' Grace seemed almost disgusted at the prospect. 'I've been to enough of Mel's to know never to have one of my own. Leo didn't exactly choose the best sister in law for me. Too stuck up. Anyway, they're too much fuss.'

'You get presents.' Teresa smiled, sipping her coffee.

'Nothing I can't buy myself.'

'Oh, come on. I was looking forward to planning it.'

'You can sort out the Christening if you want.'

'Fair enough.'

Grace smiled at her friend as she picked at her coconut muffin. 'Teresa..'

'Yeah?'

'Will you be the Godmother?'

Teresa's eyes widened and a huge smile crept over her face. 'Grace, I'd be honoured.. Thank you..'

'I wouldn't dream of asking anyone else. What do you think of having Jane as the Godfather?'

'Come on Grace, what did I ever do to you? Don't make me stand up there with him..'

'Well, I'm not sure Wayne would want to.. And it means that if anything happens to me then you and Jane get to bring my child up. I'd love to see that..'

'Very funny. Seriously though, Jane would make an excellent Godfather. I just thought you might have picked Rigsby..'

'I thought of that, but.. Well.. He's Wayne..' Grace wavered. She didn't have much more of an explanation. He was just Wayne.

'Says it all really.'

'No, you know what I mean. He's just..'

'Yeah, I get you. Does this mean I have to wear a dress?'

'Afraid so. But you don't have to wear pink, I promise. Just anything other than black. Bad luck.'

'I thought that was weddings?'

'I know, but I'm not taking any chances.'

'So what colour are you going to wear?'

'No idea. I haven't even had her yet, give me a chance. But I intend to make the most of having my figure back, that's for certain.'

'You're not going to wear one of those big floppy hats are you?'

Grace chuckled and took a bite of her muffin. 'No, I think I'll pass on that one.. Ow!'

'What? What's the matter?'

'It's okay, just a kick. She's going mad in there already..' She smiled and looked down at her large stomach. 'You don't like being cooped up, do you Princess? No, neither does Mommy. You want to get out and stretch those little legs.. Well, would you mind not stretching them so much whilst you're still in there, you're hurting me.'

'Grace, you're talking to your uterus..'

'What?' She protested innocently. 'Lots of people do it.. And it's meant to provide stimulation.. I think it's working, ouch..'

'Is she still going?'

'Yeah, like Hell. You want to feel?'

'Alright then..' Slowly, Teresa placed one hand on the vast stomach and felt the movements of the baby barely inches beneath her.

'Wow..' She breathed. 'It's.. It's.. It's magical..'

Grace grinned. 'It's not your uterus she's trying to kick a hole in. But yeah, it's amazing..'

'The wonders of pregnancy, huh?'

They both smiled and Grace leaned back in her chair. 'Yeah.. Wouldn't have it any other way..'

Man, you wouldn't believe the amount of fun I had looking up the quotes for those bibs. I spent about five minutes unable to stop laughing at some of them.. Anyway, steering away quickly from my immaturity, please review J I'm starting college this week- need something to stop me going mental. Love you guys! x