Wesley sighed softly when Regan started to pout. Yes, things weren't easy at the moment, and yes, there were a lot of questions in the air, especially about Fred's health, but he would have thought that she wouldn't act like this. Silently, he watched as she practically stomped out of the room and slammed the door once she had gone upstairs.
"I suppose. I know...I know that isn't...that we're..." He sighed, finding it hard to put his fear into words. Truth be told, he didn't want to because he didn't want to give it power. "I know. And I love you too."
He kissed her then helped her clean up the rest of the dishes. When they were finished, they went upstairs and got ready themselves. Once they were changed, they headed back down to find Regan sitting in the lounge, her arms crossed.
"Let's go, sweetheart," he said.
It didn't take them long to get to the Doctor's surgery, and it wasn't very busy, so before long, they were being taken back to one of the exam rooms. The nurse had Fred sit on the table, while there was only one chair. Regan stood against the wall, not making a move when Wesley pointed to it, so with a shrug, he sat down, reaching over and squeezing his wife's hand.
After a few minutes, Regan silently came over and slid onto his lap, so Wesley wrapped his arms around her. "Your mum is right, you know," he said, looking over at Fred. "It's going to be okay."