Most of the men in that unit could be seen hanging around with the likes of Seaman Garth. Like to like, he thought. He wasn't sure if they were truly...hopeless but they were interfering with the training of the Third Squad and he would rather have one trained unit and the other untrained than two half-trained, so he used them as training dummies. They were the ones who were always the enemy either defending or attacking. For some reason they never questioned this differential treatment, just. He brushed his brown hair out of his face with a slender hand, closing his amber eyes as he sighed."I know you wanted to stay back in Vermont, but cheer up sport, there are way more opportunities for you in a big city like this! Think of it, senior year of high school in one of the biggest cities in America!" His father, John, spoke with a slightly gravelly but deep voice. He was a kind enough man, and a good father. He had a typical dad body, not exactly what one would describe as fit, but far. She was looking at him with her sleepy untidiness softening what appeared to be an anxious expression. He wondered ruefully what bloody birds’ nest she had made in the household accounts. His eyes lingered on the bosom of her dress. The laced bodice and the cut in to the waist made the shape of her big breasts evident, ordinarily she avoided a close cut of the cloth, choosing dull garments which did not flatter her curving figure. Dimly he imagined what it would be like to give her a favour. Let me talk to Mrs Coleman."She did and was called in almost immediately. She was pregnant. Both families were delighted and Hal was ecstatic.Theresa Coleman talked her through screening tests and ante-natal appointments. She told Diana who her midwife would be and that she would be in contact in the next few days. She stressed that Diana could always contact her and that she would maintain close contact with the midwife, Julia Soames."I don't want to worry you," she said, "but the first eleven.