"We've had a fight."

"What? Who? Cath it's 8 am on Sunday morning, why are you even awake?"

"We've had a fight."

"Get in here, and start talking in proper sentences woman."

So I drag my crazy friend into my home, wondering why she is still in her nightclothes.

"What's with the silky nightgown? Surely not for me?"

"Funny. I'm distraught here, a little tenderness please."

"Sorry baby."

I kiss my crazy friend, hugging her tiny frame to mine. I don't know if I'm up to this - I'm not supposed to be the fixer... Cath is the one that fixes me. Actually, didn't I fix everything in the first place, so this should be easy, so I risk the question.

"What's wrong honey?"

We are in my living room now, Cath has dragged me to the sofa and has turned me into her personal cushion while she quietly sobs.

"Cath, sweetie, are you okay? Do we need ice cream or just chocolate before I go and kick his ass?"

She's laughing at me a little, which is encouraging that I've stopped her tears - but I think she's questioning my masculinity.

"You could never kick Gils' ass, you do know that."

"I could try."

"Try and I'll kick yours."

"I'll never understand women."

"We're complicated."

"You think? Did you just wipe your nose on my sweater?"

"Yeah, it was either there or on your sofa. I figured you could wash your sweater."

"You're very considerate, sweetie. So what is this about? I don't believe you guys are fighting."

"He's driving me crazy, Jon. I stormed out, can you believe it? I'm turning into you."

"Look I'm assuming you've come here for sympathy and my support, so try and be a little nicer to me."

"Sorry. I'm being weird today, it's what happens to a person when they've fought with their husband for the last two hours."

"But you guys never argue, never. That would be like Brad and Jennifer splitting up."

"Who are Brad and Jennifer?"

"Jennifer Anniston, the woman destined to be my new best friend if ever we meet. Just so I could get to Brad, obviously...

"You have a best friend, can we stop talking about skinny actresses and concentrate on me."

"Sorry. Tell me what he's done so that I might agree with whatever you tell me."

"I've taught you very well, I don't say that enough."

"You don't. So? What's all this early morning drama for?"

She snuggles back down against my shoulder, this is a diversion tactic. Cath always avoids my eyes when she has difficult words to confess. She better not make me cry, it would be unthinkable for these two to split up. Wouldn't it?

"He wants me to not work so much. He wants to hire someone to help around the house."

"What?"

"Gil, he wants me to take it easier. He wants to hire someone to come and clean our home a couple of days a week. He thinks I do too much."

"The bastard."

"Jon, I want support here. He's being unreasonable."

"Okay. In what way would that be? Cause I gotta tell you, hiring a gorgeous young man to clean you home has got to be a positive move."

"Who said I was hiring a gorgeous young man?"

"Allow me my fantasies."

"I have Gil, I don't need gorgeous young men."

"Exactly. So what exactly is the problem with him being sweet to you?"

"I love that he's sweet to me. It's just that he's getting too much. He wants, and I'm quoting here, 'to help make my life easier.'"

"I can't believe he would be so hurtful, imagine wanting to make your life easier..."

"I don't want to be controlled."

She's beautiful, my crazy friend. Beautiful, but crazy...

"He doesn't want to control you, he wants to take care of you. He's not Eddie, sweetie."

"I know. But I freaked this morning. There is something I'm not telling you."

"If it's bad I don't think you should you share."

"I'm pregnant."

"Shut up."

"It's true. I did a test yesterday, definately a baby Gil on the way."

"How cool is that? Can we call him Jon, even if it's a girl? Please, I'll baby sit all the time, please I need a namesake."

"Okay, Mr Self Important, can we focus on the me fighting with Gil now that I'm pregnant - we can discuss baby names some other times."

"Sorry. Is he pleased?"

And she looks at me now, her smile is wonderfully reflected in her eyes. This tells me that he is, that they both are. They're so lucky.

"It's huge, Jon. We're having a baby, and it's so scary. What if I screw everything up?"

"Have you screwed up Linds?"

"No. But this is too much. I'm too old, I'm scared of messing up the kids life, and I'm scared of messing up ours."

"Gil loves you, crazy girl, you won't mess this up."

"What if I do, Jon? What if I love him too much?"

"Sweetie, if only the world had your problems. It's not possible to love someone too much, you not gonna mess up. I won't let you, I promise. I promise."

"Okay."

"So, we're gonna have another baby. I'll be an uncle twice over?"

"You will. Can I stay here a while?"

"You know you can, but why? You're fighting about the baby?"

"I did most of the fighting if I'm honest, Gil was mostly happy. Worryingly happy, so I got mad. Why do I do that?"

"You're nuts."

"You're lucky I love you."

"Luck has nothing to do with it."

"Do you think I should slow down?"

"Now, you see, that's a loaded question that I refuse to answer. If I say yes then you shout at me, if I say no then I don't care enough. So let me say this... Why don't you just let your husband take care of you. You can fight him on it, cause you know he'll do whatever you ask. But let him take care of you, even if that just means you let him hold you when you get scared like this. It should be him holding you now, you do know that."

"When did you get so wise."

"I was just born that way. So are we gonna let him in?"

"Who?"

"You know you're husband has been waiting outside for about twenty minutes, well I'm sure it was his car that pulled up. Who else would it be?"

"Okay. Can you let him in?"

And as usual I can't say no. I have to say, sometimes they are better than a soap opera.

"Sorry Jon, can I talk to Cath?"

"Course you can, be sweet okay."

"I know what to do."

And with that he comes into my home, on this Sunday morning where they're learning truths that will change their lives forever. And I know there will be things to worry about, barriers to cross, but not today. Just now Gil has gone to Cath and is holding her body next to his. They're not kissing, or talking, or much of anything really - they're breathing in and out. They're holding each other, leaning on one and other, and that's enough. The touch is enough.

They're so lucky.

This is gonna be so cool, can you imagine how cute the kid is gonna be? But I'll talk about that another time.

TBC