Every time you make a move

The scans

Stafford Terrace

"How I'm moved... how you move me..." Monica mumbled along to the first track on Kate Bush's The Kick Inside as it played on the living room record player.

She was in a good mood as she organised a few loose papers in one of her sketchbooks. Today was the day that she and Freddie were going to find out if they were having a girl or a boy.

He was leaning against the doorway impatiently, waiting to leave, "Hurry on up!"

Monica had the record player turned up too loud; she didn't notice him there, scarf in and jacket at the ready.

"Are you finished yet?!" He said loudly over the music.

She looked over, "huh?"

He sighed irritably, "The taxi is across the road! Are you ready?!"

She ran across to the room and lifted the needle off the record.

She smirked and turned back around when the room was silent. His mouth twitched as he folded his arms.

"Now I am."

"You heard me the whole time," he huffed and rolled his eyes. "Trying to annoy me."

"Oh but you annoy me all the time!" She rushed past him and went to get her coat. "I don't know how I even put up with it."

He just scoffed, unable to think of a good comeback, and followed her out the door.

She turned around quickly and pecked his lips, "oh, you love me really."

He kissed back, smiling a little. He couldn't give into that impish smile of hers.

"Of course I do, dearie" he purred.

He opened the door for her as she was barely able to button her slender coat over her growing stomach.

"I think we're going to have to find you something a bit bigger and looser," he helped her in. "Those buttons are straining."

"I don't have the money to buy the designer couture you have in mind." She made herself comfortable.

"Not that, just something basic! Just a simple, tailored and understated camel coat will be fine," he strapped himself in. "Or something pastel, like a baby blue or pink, with that dark hair and those light eyes of yours."

"The newspapers are going to think we are giving clues to the baby's gender," she sighed. "It'll raise hell!"

"Well alright then, how about lime?" He suggested.

"Actually, I think I'd prefer camel, now that you mention it." She shuddered slightly.

"You're hopeless to dress, you know that?" He shook his head.

She giggled, "and you think I'm the stubborn one?"

"Just let me know if you see anything you like in a passing window then" he kissed her cheek.

"I don't know, I don't have clothes on my mind to be honest. We do have a baby to worry about first." She squeezed his hand.

But that was minutes before they found out that it wasn't a baby...

Lister Fertility Clinic

"Relax yourself, Miss Brannigan. This will feel cold," the ultrasound technician warned as he squeezed the gel on her exposed abdomen. "So, your first child?"

She smiled nervously as his gloved hand smeared it on, "yes."

Freddie just nodded silently, squeezing Monica's hand.