Disclaimer: Still not mine, apparently. So not fair. Oh, well, guess I'll have to learn to live with disappointment, won't I? I think I'll manage, at least until I can come up with a foolproof kidnapping plan.

A/N: No this story has nothing to with the Riechenbach Fall. Different person and different kind of fall all together. I still think that episode is a mass hallucination and doesn't really exist you know. Anyway, you'll understand better as you read. Hope you enjoy it. And yes it's Honey 'Verse.

Positives and Prayers

She looked down at the little stick shaking in her hands and bit her bottom lip. Her eyes blurred with tears and she gave out a gasping half laugh. "Finally," she whispered. "Thank you Lord, finally."

They had been trying for this exact result for years. Decades it seemed at times. She was thoroughly sick of the doctors and the tests and the frustration. Now though, now, that would all stop. Now she was eagerly anticipating the next appointment. The joy bubbled up within her again and she laughed out loud, the peels bouncing off of the loo walls and making her laugh harder.

She couldn't wait to tell her husband. He would be so pleased. Maybe this news would stop his wandering. Maybe he would love her again.

This thought stopped the laughter and she sat shakily on the floor of the loo. "Please, God, let him love me again. Please," she prayed silently.

At heart her husband wasn't a bad man. She knew he wasn't. He'd been so sweet and protective and kind when they'd first met. He still could be when he chose. It wasn't as though he was cruel to her, though he could be very cruel to others; he was simply dismissive and inattentive of her. He had his life and friends and she had her own.

But this would change everything. It simply had too. She couldn't imagine doing this by herself. She couldn't fathom what her life would be like without him. She needed him and this news would only bind them closer. He wanted this too. He had said he did.

She picked herself up from the floor when the phone in the other room began ringing. She needed to call her secretary and inform her that she wouldn't be in today or tomorrow. She wiped her eyes and left the loo to answer the phone.

Her secretary, Bettina, was on the other end of the line when she picked it up so she dealt with one problem and then set the phone back in the cradle. Before she could change her mind, Francine Anderson snatched it back up and dialed her husband's mobile number.

"Humphrey darling," she kept her voice even with a tremendous effort when he answered. "We need to talk."

SH/JW SH/JW SH/JW

She stared down at the stick shaking in her hand. Her other hand crept up to cover her lips. This was…this was, she wasn't sure yet. It was good and not good and scary and exciting and horrible and wonderful and so very many things. She couldn't decide which emotion to go with yet so she just went numb.

"Oh, God," she gasped. They had been careful. She knew they'd been careful. Neither of them were ready for this. She set the hand holding the stick on the sink in front of her and the ring on her finger clinked against the porcelain.

Okay, she mused, so there had been a few times when they hadn't been as careful as they should have been. Still…"Oh, God," she gasped out again and stared down at the stick in wonder.

They could do this. She straightened her back in determination. They would do this. She wasn't alone anymore. She had him. He had her. They were together. They could handle this.

He'd be happy. He loved kids. They had even discussed it a few times and he'd said he wanted enough to field his own footie team. She'd laughed and told him to find another wife to help them then. He'd shrugged and shook his head and posed adoption to round out the three she was willing to have.

She smiled now, remembering that late night conversation. Her smile grew. So what if it was a bit earlier than they had planned? So what if the wedding wasn't for another six months? They were happy and she prayed with all her heart that they would stay happy. This news may be a bit of a shock but she found herself delighted by it.

He would be too. She knew with a sudden clarity that this would be the event that surpassed all other events in their lives. This would be the event that made them a true family. She couldn't wait to tell him.

Grin seemingly permanently affixed to her face, Sally Donovan fished out her mobile and pressed the speed dial button for her fiancé. "Ian," she said, fighting to keep herself from laughing in pure joy, when he'd answered. "We need to talk."

SH/JW SH/JW SH/JW

She glared down at the shaking stick that had just ruined her life and burst into tears. She threw the stick against the wall and slid to the floor of the loo, her body wracked with gut-wrenching sobs. Her life was over.

This was horrible. He'd never leave his wife. He'd never love her. He'd never want their child. What was she going to do now? She couldn't be a single mother. She couldn't move home. She had no home anymore. Her family had all died five years ago in a fire. She had no one. What was she going to do?

She turned quickly and expelled the contents of her churning stomach into the toilet by her side. She gasped heaving breaths when she finally finished. She mourned her mother for a moment. Her mother that would have held her and told her everything would be fine and she'd take care of everything. The mother that would have swept her hair back from her face, kissed her forehead, pressed a glass of water into her hand and forced her to bed. She wanted her own mother; she wasn't ready to be a mother herself.

She pulled herself to her feet and splashed water on her face. She'd have to tell him, of course. She didn't think he deserved to know but he'd guess if she continued to work with him and then he'd make her life even more of a Hell than he'd been since she'd refused to see him anymore.

She pulled in a breath and renewed tears streaked her cheeks. She was going to have to quit her job. He would never let her stay. What would he do? When she told him, what would he do? Would he try to make her get an abortion? She couldn't. She wouldn't. Abortion was anathema to her. She was Catholic. Besides it was illegal. Would he make her give the child up for adoption? She didn't know if she could. She wanted a family. She missed having a family. What was she going to do?

The chirping of the alarm on her phone reminded Penelope Chelton of the time. She dragged herself from the loo and picked up the beeping phone. Before she could stop herself she'd dialed his number and was waiting for him to pick up. She prayed he'd answer and that he'd at least tell her to piss off when she told him. She could handle that. "Anderson," she gasped out. "We need to talk."