He hadn't even been back in the house for an hour and she was at her wit's end with him.

"I swear to god, will just just sit down!" Standing in the living room doorway with her hands on her hips.

"I'm not doing anything." Boyd's childish quip thrown over his shoulder as he knelt down to light the fire.

"You normally moan and groan when I suggest lighting the fire, yet now, not even two hours after getting out of hospital you are on your hands and knees lighting it." Walking over to stand beside him as he watched the flame slowly take hold and the fire start to burn. "Right, now get up, sit down, and don't move." Holding out her hand to him as he gingerly got up.

Frankie escorted him to the settee and sat down beside him, all but crawling into his lap. She hoped by pinning him down he would stay down, but she guessed that would be wishful thinking. He didn't last ten minutes before he was asking her to move claiming to need the bathroom. He knew by saying bathroom she would move, and sure enough she did, only this time following him so he couldn't try and do something like build the bookcase he had put off for months. Frankie didn't actually follow him to the bathroom, instead doing a detour into the kitchen. She didn't need anything in the kitchen, so she made coffee, something that would keep her busy as she listened for the toilet flushing, the water running, then the door opening. When she didn't hear the sound of his footsteps on the stairs she counted to twenty, then went to look for him.

"I was wondering when you would come to find me." His smugness evident in his words at the fact he knew she would come looking for him.

Frankie stood in the bedroom doorway, her arms followed across her chest eyebrow raised as she looked at Boyd. The jeans and shirt he had put on to leave the hospital were now draped over the chair in the corner of the room. He had propped himself up on the bed, the spare pillows from the cupboard now all stacked behind him. The boxer shorts he had on were meant as a joke, the checkered red, black, green and blue squares covered by the black and white cross showing the Boyd clan tartan. The stark white dressing on his abdomen making a shudder run down her spine as her mind filled in the image of him lying on the cobbles.

"You just going to stand there admiring the view?" His words snapping her out her trance.

"No, I was going to make coffee. Shall I bring it up since you got yourself comfortable?" Her grin making him smile.

"Yeah, and the biscuits." Seeing Frankie just shake her head.

When Frankie came back into the bedroom Boyd had repositioned the pillows and made room for her beside him. She put both cups on the bedside cabinet on her side of the bed, then climbed on the bed with the packet of biscuits.

"Hey look, the biscuits match your boxers." Passing him the packet of Scottish shortbread biscuits.

"Fuck off, Frankie." Taking the biscuits and ripping the packet open.

Frankie settled herself beside him, reaching for the packet of biscuits that he had put in his lap. Boyd was quicker, snatching the packet up and holding it out of her reach.

"Mine." He pouted as Frankie made a lunge for the biscuits.

"Be nice, or I'll have you shipped back to the hospital and kept in!" Laughing at the look of utter disgust on his face at her threat.

Instead of giving her the packet he passed her one biscuit, then placed the packet on his crotch, the packet actually blending in with his boxers.

"Be careful, I may get confused between a biscuit and something else." Winking at him as she took a bite of her biscuit.

"I should be so lucky." Frankie's head whipping around to face him.

"I can't believe you just said that. After what you went through, I'm surprised you even got it to rise to the occasion the other day." Remembering his not so little problem when they kissed in the hospital.

"And Eve will take great pleasure in getting digs in about that, the one she dropped in the other day just being the tip of the iceberg." Recalling Eve not missing the fact he was aroused when the team arrived.

"She's keeping you on your toes." Going to get another biscuit and deliberately letting her fingers scrap across his groin.

"Don't start what you can't finish, Frankie," Boyd growled as his shorts shifted due to Frankie's fingers brushing against him.

"I can finish what I started, but I'm not sure I should. It could be a little strenuous for you." Seeing his boxers now tented as they discussed the matter.

"Let's rephrase that, you better finish what you started." Grabbing her hand and placing it on his groin.

Frankie swallowed the last of her biscuit as she considered her options. Sex, as in actual sex would be nice, but his physical condition had her worried. Then again, it didn't have to be actual sex, did it? Boyd saw the exact moment Frankie made her mind up about what she was going to do, the feral look in her eyes as she reached across and slipped her hand in his boxers making him groan. He closed his eye, rested his head back as he felt Frankie's hand slowly working him making him harder. His hand reached for her blindly, finding her jean-clad thigh as she squeezed tightly. As Frankie untucked him from his boxers he jerked his hips, regretting the movement instantly.

"Stay still, let me do the work." Her voice sounding further away than it should be.

Then he felt the warm, wet heat of her mouth and tongue as she slowly licked and sucked him. The hand not on her thigh tangled in her hair, more for pressure than guidance.

"Fuck," he groaned as Frankie let go of his erection with a pop then moved down to his balls sack, sucking on one testicle then the other.

Her hand continued to work him as she played with his scrotum, finally releasing that and returning her mouth to his erection.

Frankie felt a sharp tug on hair, the action halting her ministrations. She looked up to see Boyd looking down at her, desire, lust, passion, all clearly visible in his now very dark hooded eyes.

"Not like this, I want to be inside you." Trying to pull her towards him.

"No, you can't. Lie still, let me do this for you." Not waiting for a reply as her mouth descended over him and he was again fully encased in her mouth.

Between her mouth around him and her hand massaging his ball sack, he didn't last long, the hand on her hair gripping tighter as his body went rigid, Frankie continuing to suck and swallow until he went limp and flopped back against the pillows. Frankie released him slowly, flicking her tongue over the head before wiping her mouth on her sleeve and sitting up. Boyd raised his arm towards Frankie, watching her as she picked up her coffee first, taking a few mouthfuls before she cuddled up to him.

"Could have passed me mine." Frankie waving her arm around without looking until she felt the cup and picked it up. "Thanks." Taking the cup from Frankie as she drank some more of her own.

"It's good to have you home. Even if it is in these ridiculous boxers." Balancing her cup between her knees so she could shift his boxer shorts so he was decent again.

"You leave my clan Boyd boxer shorts alone. That's part of my family heritage, a heritage you'll soon share." Twirling the engagement ring around her ring finger as he spoke.

"Yeah right. Doctor Boyd doesn't quite have the same ring to it. I think I'll stick with doctor Wharton if it's all the same to you." Boyd's feeble attempt at freeing hurt failing as Frankie kissed his chest. "And no, I'm not going double-barrelled, either way round sounds horrible. I worked to damn hard to become doctor Frankie Wharton."

"Doctor Frances Wharton." Boyd correcting Frankie as she just looked at him.

"Okay smart arse, but you know only my mum calls me that." Reaching behind her to put her empty cup on the bedside cabinet. "You wearing a kilt when we get married?" Knowing she was pushing it, but giving it a bash.

"You're joking, right? A kilt!" Boyd looking at Frankie like she had just asked him to stop working and retire.

"What? It's tradition is it not? Wearing a kilt and not much else." Frankie glancing down to his boxer shorts.

"Fuck off, Frankie. I may be a Boyd, but a kilt and the family jewels hanging out are just not going to happen, as in ever." Frankie sulking at his words.

"I'm only ever getting married once, I want it to be special. I know you didn't wear a kilt the first or second time." Sticking out her bottom lip and batting her eyes at him.

"Kilt is possible, tackle hanging out is a no." Not being able to say no to her when she pulled her sulking face.

"What's the point of having tradition if you don't follow it exactly. It's either all or nothing, no point doing half a job." Hearing him groan and knowing she had won.

"I swear if anyone makes a crack." Frankie grinning from ear to ear before she kissed him. "If it's cold I'm wearing something when we're outside, shrinkage is not a pretty sight." His testicles already trying to curl up and tuck themselves back inside his body.

"If it's cold I'll warm you up, literally and figuratively." Nuzzling her face against his neck. "What other traditions are attached to this whole tartan thing? Does the best man need to wear a matching tie or something?"

"No, only members of the Boyd clan wear the tartan. I remember the suit we had for Luke when he was small. The waistcoat and tie he had just like mine. He looked so cute, all blond hair, blue eyes and matching suits." His voice breaking as he remembered his son. "I wish you could have met him."

Frankie wrapped her arms around him as she hugged him tightly, not really having any idea what else she could do.

"Luke will always be with us, with you, more so on our wedding day. He'll never be forgotten." Offering words she hoped would give him some comfort.

"I tried buying Matt a little tartan suit but Jenny refused, said he may have the surname but that's all. He wasn't Scottish so didn't have to do all that crap." The emotions in his voice so very raw and recent.

"Any son of yours should follow in his father's footstep, carry on the family name and traditions." Hating Jenny more in that single moment than she ever had before.

"Have you ever thought of having kids?" Boyd throwing Frankie a curveball in the conversation that she so wasn't expecting.

"I honestly don't know how to answer that question, Pete." Sitting up and looking straight at Boyd.

"With the truth. Have you ever thought about having kids? It's not like I'm asking to impregnate you, just curious." Taking her hand in his and linking their fingers together.

"Truthfully, then yes. More than once over the years I've thought about it, I've just never actually got past that stage. My work, my lifestyle, my lack of sperm and baby making material all playing major factors in why I haven't got any. I set myself a goal to achieve, then I tell myself when I reach that goal I'll consider settling down, having kids. Yet when I reach that goal there is always something bigger and better on the horizon that I want. I think when I hit thirty-five I just gave it up as a pipe dream, that my baby days were done and my carer and future stability were what mattered." Feeling Boyd squeeze her hand.

"Why does thirty-five have to be the cut-off point? It's not like you're past having kids, you're only thirty-seven. It's not like you couldn't get pregnant if you wanted to. You still have time if it's something you really want." This time Boyd being the one who wrapped Frankie in his arms and hugged her tightly.

"What about you? Would you do it all again?" Deciding since he could ask so could she.

"You know I love kids, I just, I'm not sure I could bear to lose another son, another child, due to my own stupidity." Knowing that Frankie would not be impressed with his answer but wanting to be honest since she had been honest with him.

"What about us having a baby?" Frankie asking him outright since she wasn't going to tiptoe around the subject any longer.

"Together?" Frankie just shaking her head as raised her eyebrow and started at Boyd.

"No. I was thinking of shagging the milkman and seeing how that played out. If that didn't work there's still the paper lad, then again scrap that, I'm not sure he's even reached puberty. I suppose we could try together if the milkman didn't work. I can't believe you just fucking ask that to be honest." Frankie managing to wriggle out of Boyd's grasp so she could sit crossed legged on the bedside him. "Why didn't we just cut to the chase here, Pete. Do you want to try for a baby with me? And just in case that wasn't plain enough, you and me shagging. No condoms, no pill, no injection, just you shooting your lot inside me and seeing if one of them can find maybe an egg, join together and make a baby." Managing not to laugh until she had finished delivering her not so eloquent speech on conception.

Boyd sat looking at Frankie like a goldfish, his mouth opening and closing and seeming completely lost for words. Several minutes past as he just sat watching Frankie laughing at both her idea at conception and his total lack of words. He finally managed to get his brain and mouth on the same page and stuttered out a sentence.

"Did you, did we, are we going to try for a baby?" Seeing Frankie grin at him like a Cheshire Cat.

"I think that's how that whole speech just went. That is if you want to of course." Just realising that Boyd had never actually said if he wanted a baby with her.

"You really want a baby with me given my track record?" Boyd still not actually sure what was happening.

"Well I am going to marry you, isn't a baby the next logical step in the progression of a relationship, of a marriage?" Seeing the exact moment Boyd finally worked out that she was deadly serious.

Tentatively he sat up and reached for Frankie's hand, slipping his fingers through hers so they were palm to palm.

"You and me, and a baby." The smile growing on his face as he gently tugged Frankie towards him.

"You got there in the end then." Moving towards him willing as she straddled his legs.

"So, when can we expect to you know, be announcing our news?" Trailing the fingers of his free hand up her thigh and under her sweater.

"At least a couple of months, probably more. I still have another month before my next injection is due, so even if I don't get it it's going to take time to get things back to normal. Biological I would say three or four months." Trapping his hand on her rib cage as his fingertips reached the underside of her breast.

"That gives us plenty of time to practice then." Managing to get his hand free from under Frankie's and palm her breast through her bra.

"Yeah, but not right now. I pushed my luck with what I did before, we are not going all the way, not yet anyway." Biting back the groan at the pressure Boyd was applying to her breast with his hand.

"But I feel fine, and so do you." Dropping his head to kiss her neck just below her ear.

"Pete, stop." Somehow getting enough space between them so she could look at him. "You just got out of the hospital, have a big dressing on your side, and by the look of it could do with a quick kip. I am not going to risk you ripping stitches, internal bleeding, or another stay in hospital. We have plenty of time, neither of us is going anywhere. What do you say to lying down and watching some TV with me, maybe snuggling up beside me." Grinning as Boyd slid down the bed and rolled on his side to face her. "I take it that's a yes then." Starting to slide down to bed but being stopped by Boyd.

"Too many clothes." Tugging on her sweater and then her jeans.

Frankie climbed off the bed and stood up, stripping off her jeans and sweater. She went to climb back on the bed but Boyd stopped her again.

"Bra, I want my pillow uncovered." Frankie obliging as she took her bra off and threw it with her discarded clothes. "Much better." Patting the space beside him.

As soon as Frankie was lying down Boyd was wrapped around her, his head on her right breast as she wrapped her arms around him. She had put the TV on but she wasn't watching it, and neither was he. As soon as he was settled beside her his eyes were closed, his breathing slowly leveling out as he feel asleep. Frankie watched him sleeping, her fingers stroking through his hair. He was a grumpy, bad-tempered, workaholic, who could go from zero to a hundred in a split second. Yet she loved him, for all his faults and imperfections she still loved him. She was marrying him, and by some random bizarre twist of a conversation, they had agreed to try for a baby together. The idea both thrilled and terrified her. A baby, a tiny human that was part her and part Boyd. Suddenly Frankie yawned, snuggling closer to Boyd as she decided she could do with a quick nap as well. She fell asleep with Boyd snoring lightly at her side, her dreams filled with laughter, kilts and windy weather.