Wow! My P entry seemed popular and thanks so much for the wonderful reviews! Here's Q... Bear with me...

It was early in the morning and Ruth had spent the majority of it pacing in Harry's office. She was annoyed because he was late and in a meeting somewhere in Whitehall. She desperately needed to talk to him and making her wait was not doing her nerves any favours. The minutes drew out and eventually Harry opened the door and raised his eyebrows when he saw her but made no other comment.

"Where've you been?" Ruth said and then hated herself for the tone she used. She sounded like a nagging whining woman and she loathed that about her voice.

"I was under the impression that this was my office, not yours," Harry said taking a seat as Ruth did the same, the desk providing a barrier between them. The silence became uncomfortable. "Did you want something?" he asked her.

"I needed to talk to you about something and you're not going to be happy," Ruth said.

"How unhappy?" Harry asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm leaving"

"What?" Harry said with a half smile. She couldn't be serious.

"I need to leave. I need to leave this job behind me. I can't deal with the worst of the human race everyday any more. I just… I need this Harry. I need to quit."

"You can't," he said in a blank voice. "You just… you can't."

"Harry, my minds made up, please don't try to change it because it'll just frustrate both of us and it won't work anyway." He didn't say a word but studied her with an intense glare and didn't look away. Neither did she.

"Okay," he said with a heavy heart. "I know you well enough that when you're minds made up, it won't change. How long before you leave me?" There was an undercurrent here and she could sense it as well as he could.

"Two weeks," she told him. Now that she'd dropped the bombshell she got up and left Harry to his very upsetting thoughts.

Ruth unlocked her front door feeling very down. Harry had been avoiding talking to her all day and that always made her feel rubbish. Not that she could honestly blame him. She sat down on her sofa heavily. As well as the problems with Harry, it had been a stressful day. She never should have told him like that. He deserved better after everything they'd been through especially over the last year. She felt her heart lift a little when he handed her a cup of tea.

"I'm sorry," she told Harry calmly. "I shouldn't have told you like that. It was cruel and unfair and I feel like an idiot."

"Ruth, many things you may be, but never an idiot," he told her sitting next to her. "A little warning would have been nice though."

"I know, but you were late and I was worrying and I wanted to tell you before we started the hectic work of another day. Which is one reason I want to leave."

"I'm not upset," he told her, his hands drifting through her loose hair lightly. "I do believe that I suggested this first a few months ago, when we knew that someone else would be demanding our attention in a few weeks." He touched her very large bump affectionately and kept his hand there as he felt his son kicking hard. Ruth smiled as their baby slowly quietened down and stopped moving.

"Yes, well I thought about it and decided you were right but don't you dare look so smug," she added. Harry tried to wipe the smile off of his face but couldn't quite manage it. He decided to compromise by kissing his wife on the lips passionately. Then she wouldn't care if he were still smiling. They spent several long minutes wrapped as close to each other as they could get, with her pregnancy bump squashed between them. It was heavenly.

Q is for quit. I'm not very happy with this one but Q was difficult! Please review.