As you unlocked the door to the apartment you shared and removed your shoes and jacket, you could hear the TV playing from your bedroom.

Peering your head in you saw Charlotte sitting against her mountain of pillows sipping her hot chocolate and eating her snacks. She was in the same chequered pyjamas she wore this morning, the bottoms low to rest on the underside of her swollen belly, the top unbuttoned at the bottom.

Her hazel eyes lit up when she saw you, patting the space beside her on the bed, a coy smile formed as she realised what you were about to say.

“I promise that I have moved from this spot since you left.”

Her tone was like a naughty child that had been caught out.