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Harvey slipped into the bathroom, two glasses of red wine in hand. Taking a seat on the toilet, he extended one to the woman covered in bubbles.
She took an appreciative sip before easing back. "So where are we going?"
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Where?"
"Mm," he agreed. "Susan picked it."
"How long have I got?"
He checked his watch. "About two hours still."
"Good," she said, struggling to hide a yawn. "This water is heavenly." Taking another sip of her wine, she eyed him. "You okay?"
"Hm?" he responded, distracted.
She extended a leg to poke him in the shoulder. He clasped her wet limb as he smiled at her. "I'm fine." Kissing her lower leg, he stroked it. "Maybe just a little nervous?"
"Is that a question or a statement?" Kate asked with a grin.
"A statement?" he posed.
She laughed outright. "We'll be fine."
He rose and leaned down to kiss her. "Thank you."
"What for?" she replied happily.
He paused. "Everything."
She was mortified when tears pooled in her eyes. "I should also thank you."
"For helping you in your 'situation"?" he replied blandly.
She whacked him on the shoulder then.
Harvey left the bathroom grinning.
Meeting Kate for lunch – noon on the dot – the next day, Harvey found her seated on the bench, contemplating the water fountains.
Sitting beside her, he leaned in to kiss her, but stilled when he saw tears in her eyes.
"Hey," he said softly as she madly dashed them away.
"It's nothing," she reassured him.
He clasped her cheek and brushed the offending tears away with his thumb. "It's something."
She sighed as she nestled her cheek into his palm. "I'm just feeling a bit weepy. That time of the month and all."
"Right." He was far from convinced.
Wrapping his arm around his shoulder, he pulled her in close to him. Pressing a kiss to her crown, he surveyed the scene before him as he allowed her to collect herself.
There was silence for some time, and he started when Kate spoke suddenly. "I want a child."
He held his breath.
He must have seemed tense, for Kate eased from his embrace and looked at him. "I'm sorry to spring this on you. Forget I said it." She rose from her seat. "Let's go have lunch."
His fingers twined in hers, he found himself unable to move, even when she tugged. Looking up into her face, he came to a realisation.
Tugging her into his lap, he ignored her protests that she was too heavy. Wrapping his arms around her, he looked her in the eye. "If you want a child, I'll give you a child."
She froze, looking at him incredulously. "Are you serious?"
He brought his hand to rest on the blouse of her work outfit. "Well, I can't make any guarantees, but if this is something that you want, then I'm there."
Time seemed to hold still before Kate reached to cover his hand on her stomach. "You're willing to be a father? Again?"
He swallowed. "Not just any father. The father of your child."
He could see the happiness blooming in her features, but wasn't prepared for when she leaned in and kissed him.
He recovered swiftly though.
Her eyes were aglow when they parted. "Shall we go?"
"Practice?" he asked.
He laughed when she flushed. "No. Lunch."
"Lead the way madam."
Arm in arm, they walked off together.
More to come.