Women were formidable creatures.

Desmond Edgley contemplated this as he was stared down by his very lovely, very angry-looking wife.

"Hello, wifey," he tried

Melissa raised an eyebrow.

Right, no jokes. Some flattery, perhaps?

"Have I told you how beautiful you are? Today, I mean? Because you are, very beautiful."

The eyebrow stayed raised and was reinforced by a hand on her hip.

Bugger.

Desmond hung his head.

"I lost our child," he admitted.

His wife regarded him coolly before walking into the living room.

He followed her, confused.

Their daughter was sitting in front of the TV with a snack. Stephanie gave a little wave before turning her attention back to the show and her juice.

"Oh."

"She came home ten minutes ago, Desmond. Alone."

"Ah."

"Anything else you'd like to say, Edgley?"

This was important. He had to think fast.

"I remembered the milk?"