When Max entered the pub early that evening, he was met with an unexpected scene. It was unusually crowded, Meredith appeared to be in the process of handing out free beer, and in the centre of all the laughter and commotion, was Laura. He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching, and was struck by two thoughts. The first, how beautiful Laura was. Smiling around at her rowdy audience, her cheeks glossy, her green eyes shining. She made him weak just looking at her. The second thing he noticed, was the disgusting leer shared between Grif and Bucket, and obviously aimed at Laura. What was that about? Strange jealousy started to well in him, as he watched her cheerful interaction with everyone. He hadn't been able to make her smile like that in days. Max strode determinedly across the room, ignoring Bucket's greeting as he reached the tight knit circle. Before he was able to demand an explanation, a roar rose up from the crowd, hands slapped his back and Laura started to look nervous. Max glanced around confused, until an arm clapped his left shoulder. "Well done Max," said Grif winking, and then another male voice said, "Good score!" Max bristled with immediate understanding and anger at their comments. Shooting a warning look at the men he growled, "Watch it." Then he turned to Laura. His eyes boring into hers silently. She paused only a moment before she put her drink down, stepped forward and slid her arms around his stomach. Max was more than surprised, since they hadn't yet resolved their fight, but he placed a tentative hand on her back. "Max and I have um, reservations for dinner, so we should go." Laura leant on him to signal that they should leave. He turned and walked towards the door. Laura scurried behind him, grasping his hand to hold. He led her out of the pub, thoroughly confused by these sudden displays of affection. Once out on the street, Max dropped her hand and raised his eyebrows, "Reservations?" Laura looked uncomfortable, "No, I just said it so we could leave. But we probably should go out for dinner." She finished brightly, trying to smooth things over. Max smiled dryly, "You couldn't bare to look at me this morning and now you want us to go out for dinner?" He shook his head and headed off towards the sand. Laura swallowed her pride and quickly followed. She tugged on his arm, pulling him down to sit with her on the sand. She took a deep breath and mumbled something that resembled an apology. His eyes widened: Laura never apologised. "Didn't quite catch that Laura." She paused, annoyed that he was making her say it twice, "I'm really sorry about this morning Max. I didn't mean it." Then she met his eyes, "I'm incredibly glad that you kidnapped me in that boat." He smiled a little and gazed out at the horizon, "Me too." Then, "Why, when we were fighting, did you go and announce the baby? Why did you make that decision alone?" She placed her hand on his shoulder, "It really wasn't meant to be like that. Meredith found out and it all sort of escalated. You don't really mind me telling do you? Your reaction wasn't all that good in there." She raised her voice a little, "If you're at all ashamed Max, of the baby, or, or me, then I think you should probably tell me now." Max almost laughed. He put his arm around her, curling her into his body. "I could never, ever be ashamed of you, and I am ecstatic to be having a baby with you." She pushed her face up into his neck, kissing him. He continued, "I still don't think you should have told them all alone, I didn't like what Grif and Bucket were saying." "They were just joking," she murmered, eyes closed. "Well I didn't like it," he repeated. Laura opened her eyes and said playfully, "What? You don't think I'm a 'good score'?" He grinned, hugging her tightly, "Yeah, but my score and my score only."