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A happy family is but an earlier heaven yet love is the future divine

It was an easy winter's day when the roar of an engine, majestic and tuned, broke the nippy Poplar air. Midwife Trixie Franklin was cycling back to breakfast at Nonnatus House following an arduous yet rewarding delivery when a silver blue sports car eased to a halt outside the imposing stone exterior of the convent. Trixie eagerly observed a rather dashing, well-groomed man literally leap from the driver's seat carrying an ostentatious bunch of cut flowers. Fixing her finest flirty smile firmly in place Trixie offered her assistance to the tall, dark and handsome stranger.

"I'm here for Nurse Mount." He said with a happy ease and plummy charm as he took in the clean yet humble cobbled street "could I trouble you to relay that Samuel has arrived early and is eager to see her?"

Trixie was momentarily stunned by the cool charm of Patsy Mounts supposed suitor before recovering and showing the man into the drawing room.

As Samuel stood in front of the flickering open fire he looked around the humble yet comfortable furnishings of Nonnatus House, eying the religious symbols with almost fearful curiosity.

Upstairs, Trixie entered her shared bedroom, perched on the edge of her own bed, crossed her legs, and then lent back on her arms with a grin. "Well aren't you the dark horse" she smiled as she looked upon her reserved friend who casually was sat reading a medical text. "What appears to be a very smitten chap by the name of Samuel is here to see you. I just knew you were hiding a gentleman friend, all the tell-tale signs of love…"

"Samuel is here now?" Patsy interrupted excitedly before jumping up, tossing her book to the bed and dashing from the room. Trixie followed close behind keen to see an interaction that obviously bought her friend so much joy.

Trixie witnessed the tall and elegant Patsy leap into the arms of Samuel who spun her before holding her at arm's length and looking upon her soft pretty features with adoration. "I've missed you Squirt" he laughed before embracing Patsy once more. "Tell me you've not changed your mind about coming to Boreton this week?"

Trixie cleared her throat from the doorway, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Can I offer you both some Tea?" she asked innocently still watching the smallest affectionate interaction between the pair.

Samuel, still holding on to Patsy's hand looked to Trixie "thank you for your kind offer however my driver will be hear shortly and I must return to my office if I want a week's grace for a trip to the country." Arm in arm Patsy and Samuel walked towards the large front door of Nannatas House as Samuel placed a small bunch of keys into Patsy's elegant hand. "As promised…" he said as he kissed her cheek and opened the large oak door to the winter chill. Patsy saw the shining blue Rolls Royce parked neatly outside, an immaculate chauffeur waiting patiently. Samuel looked back and blew an air kiss at Patsy as he stepped into the Limousine. Patsy waved as she looked around the small patch of cobbled street on which they were stood. The only car out of place, with the exception of the grand Roller which was slowly pulling away was a silver blue Aston Martin DB4. Looking at the keys in her hand Patsy saw the small winged emblem on the key fob. "I said sensible" she shouted before schooling her reaction and glancing about her once more. The Rolls continued down the small street and out of view without any hesitation.

Patsy looked down at her watch. "Drat" she muttered before shoving the keys deep into her pocket and retrieving her coat. "Do fill me in Patsy old thing. Who was the dish?" Trixie enquired still shocked by the day's turn of events involving the immensely personal Patsy Mount. Wrapping her coat tightly about her Patsy apologised for rushing off and walked out into the increasingly bitter cold towards Whittle Street.

It was there on the corner of Whittle Street the red headed nurse stepped into a phone box, 'their phone box', and allowed the door to swing shut effectively blocking out the biting cold air. Placing a coin in the receptacle Patsy dialled the number she knew by heart and waited for the call to connect. The coin dropped as the line came alive with a Welsh greeting "Ward Nine Nurses Station, Sister Busby speaking".

"Deels, it's me. Can you speak?"

Delia Busby looked up and down the corridor, clutching the heavy black phone to her ear. "Well Nurse Mount, it's very nice to hear from you"

"Listen Deels, tomorrow I will pick you up at midday. I have an errand to run then I will be waiting outside Nonnatus House. That is if you haven't changed your mind?"

Delia laughed "You met my mam briefly, I think it only fair to meet your family. I'm on shift until 6am so I will get some sleep before our trip". Patsy smiled to herself despite the rising feeling of deceit and fear bubbling from within.

"Wonderful. I will see you then".

"See you Pats"

And the receiver went dead. Patsy pushed the heavy red door open and slowly made her way back to the warmth and comfort of Nonnatus House. Tomorrow would be an eventful day, however she was sure it would be all fine in the end. She needed to do this.