Peter felt foolish in his grey cotton t-shirt and faded blue jeans, he couldn't just barge in there and demand that Assumpta doesn't go through with the abortion. What if he got there too late or Niamh had gotten the time of her appointment wrong? He couldn't bear to lose his unborn child, especially like this.

Clutching the scrap of paper Niamh had written the address on, he began frantically looking for the building. He had parked a few streets away in case Assumpta was running late and she saw him.

Peter didn't know whether to relieved or worried that her blue battered van was parked across from the intimidating centre.

As he walked into the sterile clinic he saw several young girls sat in the waiting room looking upset, some were with their parents, some with their partners and some were alone. Scanning the room, he recognised Assumpta, slumped over in her plastic seat, her legs were trembling.

"I was told I would find you here." He said sternly, taking the free seat which was next to her.

"Well she had no right to." She sighed; her face was still hidden in her hands.

"She had every right." Peter snapped. "Don't you think I had a right to know that you were actually pregnant as well as the fact you took it upon yourself to make the decision to abort our baby." He continued in a lowly whisper due to the fact people had begun to stare.

"Will you stop thinking about it as a baby; it is nothing more than a bunch of cells at this stage." Assumpta sighed, plucking up the courage to face him.

"It is more than that to me."

"This isn't easy for me you know. Peter this whole situation scares the hell out of me!"

"I know." He said placing a reassuring arm around her.

"It isn't right to raise bring a child into the world like this, I thought this was the right choice for us both." She took hold of his hands and pleaded silently with him to see how difficult this was for her. "Don't think for a second, I don't love it, I am doing this because I love this child."

Peter wiped away her tears with the back of his hand before removing his own. "Assumpta we can make this work, I promise. I want to be there for you, I want to take care of you. Please, just say you'll reconsider, that's all I ask of you."

She looked deep into his eyes. "So you want to marry me is that it? You will have to give your job as a priest."

"Shh, I want you and our baby, if that's what you want."

"You better get me a drink," she smirked, standing up.

"It had better be an orange juice nothing stronger."

"Is this is how it is going to be for the next eight or so months, you bossing me about?"

"It will be if I don't think you are looking after yourself," he said opening the door for her.

They walked hand in hand down the street, just like any normal couple.

"So we are doing this, for real then? You do realise that there will be no going back."

"Looks like we are." He beamed.

"When are you going to tell Leo?"

"When are you going to tell Father Mac?" they both said in unison.

"Well I figured staying in Ballykissangel might not be an option so I will tell Leo to come and get his stuff sharpish or I will send it all on."

"You have really considered leaving Ballyk?"

"Of course."

"Where do imagine we will end up?"

"Definitely not Manchester, no child of mine is going to grow up with that that kind of accent."

"Watch it, you." He teased. "Well wherever we end up I have no doubt that we will be happy."

"We better be," she smirked behind her glass.

"What are you going to say to Niamh, for telling me?"

"Oh I don't know, I guess I will give her a telling off and that'll be the end of it, the girl was only looking out for me."

"We have lots to sort out, which we can do while I pluck up the courage to speak with Father MacAnally."

"You will have to face him sooner or later."

"I know, but that doesn't stop it being anymore nerve racking."

"You're scared of Father Mac? Jeez, I didn't know I was committing myself to such a wimp."

"You terrify me at times," he laughed as he confessed.

"And quite rightly so."