‘Then I’ll go now.’ Pete gave Felicitya kiss, took his keys from his pocket, and went to the door.

‘Pete.’

He paused.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

‘And, Pete. Get a digital one. I don’t think I’ll be able to cope with another maybe, maybe not situation.’

‘Digital, got it.’

As Pete shut the door, Felicity leaned back against her chair. She should have known she could rely on him. He had managed to distracther from her fears with his nonsense about calling the baby Thor –please let that be nonsense –and then he had been calm, sensible and pragmatic. She looked at the clock; the sound of its ticking seemed louder than normal in the too-silent house. Pete’s journey to the shop and back wouldn’t take long. Felicity picked up her mug of tea and took a sip to calm her nerves. She wished it were somethingstronger.It will be OK— Felicity jumped from her thoughts as the kitchen door swung open.

Pete looked at her. ‘Actually, will you go? I’ve got no idea where these things are, and you can bet it won’t go through the self-service without some issue.’