Michael took another gulp of his drink and looked into the bottom to see that it was gone now. He raised his hand to call a server for another drink. He liked whatever it was. It was helping.
To Roger, he just shook his head. "Wouldn't joke about this, mate. Her name's Aveline Montgomery. She runs a chocolate shop, which is where we met." He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know what to do, that's the problem. I offered to marry her, but she doesn't want that, thank Merlin. I think she just wants me to hold her hand at doctor's appointments and shite like that, but I guess I feel like I should do more. I mean, there's going to be a kid soon!" He stared glumly at the table. What was taking his drink so long?