"Orla." He sighed, pondering if he should continue.

He was worried about her, about the baby. She barely slept, she was always awake, working, drawing, and building up plans to get her set on track.

"The baby," he muttered.

"The Doctor assured me our baby is fine. You don't have to worry about anything." She stopped walking and waited for Callan to catch up with her.

When he was in front of her, she chewed on her lips, dropping her gaze to her boots. Her hazel eyes fluttered, her mouth ...