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Telling the Future

"Emily, can you turn on the news?" Matt shouted from his room as he did up the buttons on his checked shirt and tucked it into his trousers.

Emily sighed. She'd already been waiting for him for half an hour. Idly, she wondered what it was about Matt that meant her could never be ready on time, or meet her where he said he would. Still she duly switched on the TV before briefly pausing to ask if it mattered which channel she used.

"Nah, just go with BBC," Matt answered, his voice still raised as he ratcheted around for his shoes.

Pressing the buttons on the remote, Emily managed to get onto BBC 1 with little difficulty, and it was early enough that the BBC Breakfast News was still on, so all she had to do was wait for Matt.

Matt walked out looking pristinely smart in his shirt and chinos and took a seat on the sofa. "Good, just in time for the weather," he muttered as the weather girl appeared at the side of the screen in front of a map of Britain.

"It's a good morning today, folks at home. If you're in the south you can look forward to a warm, sunny day with highs of 24 degrees. If you're in Scotland, you can expect it to remain dry, though there will be clouds after lunchtime. Everywhere else is bright and temperatures will vary between 19 and 23 degrees."

"Excellent. Well, the weather's good, so let's go shall we?" Matt asked, standing and crooking his elbow for Emily to take. It wasn't much but that small gesture of holding out his elbow for her, as though she was still in the Victorian Era, was a great support to Emily; she was just a bit distracted to notice.

"What? She just…told the future…how does she know the future…" Emily's brow was crinkled, and Matt smiled gently before explaining that the weather girl didn't really know the future.

"See? So it's not telling the future, it's just looking at images of the earth from space and mapping the clouds' movements. It's all about atmospherics."

"Right," Emily replied, hiding the fact that she didn't understand what Matt meant by atmospherics. She was sure the local bookshop would be a great help anyway. So far she was having a lot of success with 'The Dummy's Guide to Cameras'. She was even taking her new camera – the one that Jess had thoughtfully bought to document the stages of her pregnancy – with her on their picnic. "Shall we go?"

"We shall," Matt replied with a wide smile, nervously patting his leg, just over his pocket, and leading her out the door. "Oh, best not forget the food," he murmured, ducking back inside the house to pick up the hamper he'd prepared earlier in the morning whilst Emily had been dressing.

Really, it was the perfect day. Not only was the weather predicted to be fine, but also, every glance at Emily sent a warm swath of butterflies through him. Stretched taught over her small baby-bump she wore a summery, pale blue dress that truly made her look beautiful. He just hoped that everything would go as planned.

It wasn't something Matt had ever believed in particularly: hope. After the things he'd seen in the future, he'd had no reason to. But hope was what Emily gave him, and ever since they'd gotten together, he'd found himself hoping for all manner of things. Even things which, really, were pointless, like whether Connor would be able to be quicker getting to the car after an alert.

"Come on, Matt. We haven't got all day," Emily said in her musical voice, jerking Matt out of his musings.

"Right, sorry," he apologised, coming out and closing the front door behind him.

Emily walked towards the car before Matt reached out and closed his fingers lightly around her wrist. She shot him a quizzical look.

"We're not going in the car. We're walking."

Emily nodded and took his hand and they walked off down the street, politely greeting all they passed.

Emily fussed over the small puppy that yapped and leapt up at her legs. "Hello. Well aren't you sweet?" She turned to look at Matt.

"No, no we're already having a baby; we're not getting a dog too," he told her, already beginning to feel horrible after one look in her expressive eyes.

After some more play, the dog's owner pulled on the leash and walked off in the opposite direction, leaving Matt and Emily to finally arrive at the park. After gorging themselves on delicious chocolate covered strawberries, Emily lay next to Matt on their blanket.

"So I've been thinking. Maybe a dog isn't the best idea; but how about a cat?" Emily asked hopefully.

Taking a few moments to think, Matt's answer was long in coming. "No need for walking…independent animals…reasonably easy to train…"

"Well?"

"Yeah, why not. Let's go and get a cat."

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