The summer of 1962 was a particularly hot summer, Patsy could feel the sweat trickling down her back as she lay in between Mrs Fletcher's legs cheering on the mother to be. Barbara had come along with her and was soothing and rehydrating the woman. The head was born successfully, and the mother was pushing harder to get the shoulders out.

"Nearly there," Patsy beamed. Mrs Fletcher pushed harder and her newborn baby girl had entered the world, screaming.

Barbara smiled at Mrs Fletcher, "oh well done! She's gorgeous."

Mrs Fletcher laughed, "after three boys, I've finally got my girl."

The afterbirth had came shortly after and the small celebrations from the Fletcher family lasted only a few short moments before Patsy and Barbara left the household and made their way back to Nonnatus.

The ride back was met with cheerful conversation between the two midwives, mainly about planning a night out dancing with Trixie. They haven't had a night out for months, neither Patsy or Trixie were up for anything social, they wanted to be as antisocial as they could possibly be.

With Delia in Wales and having no recollection of who Patsy was and what they did together and Tom in Newcastle spreading the influence of the church, both Patsy and Trixie faced nearly the same problem, but neither would tell the other of how they felt. Where Patsy grew up feelings were considered a weakness, if you even shown the slightest emotion in the prisoner of war camp, the soldiers would beat it out of you. Trixie, nearly the same, emotion didn't stop him drinking. It didn't improve her life. It did nothing but caused people to pity her, Trixie doesn't do pity.

Barbara was happily going on with herself about the weekend ahead when she nearly went straight into a tall man in a dark grey uniform.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry, I wasn't concentrating." Barbara mumbled to the man without looking at him. He smiled back in return.

"Ah, no problem," he said in a deep German accent, "it 'vas an accident, no?"

Barbara seemed slightly transfixed with this stranger. Patsy tried to hide the smile she had whilst looking at her drooling friend and instead decided to speak for her, "please excuse her, yes, it was an accident."

"Ah, gut, and please excuse me 'vor being in 'de 'vay. Guten tag, ladies." He smiled once more before leaving an open mouthed Barbara and a giggling Patsy.

Barbara couldn't take her eyes off his retreating form and Patsy couldn't hold herself back from laughter, "Patsy, why couldn't I talk? What happened?" She had finally said once he was gone.

"I don't know," Patsy began to ride again, "maybe you hold a torch for a man in uniform." She was nearly half way down the street before she realised Barbara hadn't followed, instead she was still stood there, "come along, Barbs, maybe he lives near Nonnatus?"

Barbara eventually got back into her bike and was now riding alongside Patsy, "oh he was so handsome, the blonde hair, the brown eyes, the perfect jawline." She began to witter on, "and his voice. I've never seen the attraction in a German accent before, but his was perfect. Don't you think so?"

Patsy scoffed, "no, he isn't my type."

"Tall, handsome and blonde isn't your type?" Barbara asked, smiling at the thought of him.

"No, I'm more of a short, dark hair and gorgeous type of person."

"Short? Wouldn't that be slightly awkward? You couldn't bury your head into his chest."

Patsy laughed, "you could if you weren't standing up."

It took a while for the cogs to click into place in Barbara's head but when we realised what Patsy meant, she went slightly red.

The rest of the ride was met with silence, Patsy mentioning her 'type' was just her describing Delia without giving away any crucial details and it occupied her mind once more. The past two years were hard, but because of her hands on job, it had kept her mind busy and the only time she really thought about Delia was in bed or during her bike rides.

The first few months of Delia returning to Wales was hard for Patsy. She had thrown herself completely into her work, she couldn't sleep and she barely ate. If it wasn't for the fact that Trixie was going through a clean period of no alcohol, Patsy's sure she would have drowned her sorrows with a bottle or two of whiskey. If it wasn't for Sister Julienne intervening Patsy would have had an emotional breakdown, but her saviour pulled her away from the black dog of depression.

Patsy looked in Barbara's direction and allowed herself another smile upon seeing the daydream look in her eye. She remembered having that same look after she first met Delia, how her voice had failed her, how her heart threatened to burst through her chest, and the unmistakable smile she couldn't get off her face.

When they entered Nonnatus they were greeted by a rushing Sister Evangelina, "Miss Pearson, the unwed eighteen year old has just gone into labour! Make room!"

"Oh, I'm starving, I hope there's something left to eat." Barbara said, rubbing her stomach.

"I think I'm more tired than hungry if I'm honest." Patsy replied as they both walked into the small dining room.

"Hello, girls," Trixie smiled and upon getting a very enthusiastic smile from Barbara, asked, "oh, what has gotten you so happy?"

Barbara sat down and Patsy began to make them both a sandwich, "nothing." She blushed. Trixie narrowed her eyes and heard Patsy laugh behind her.

"Now why don't I believe you?" Trixie moved closer to Barbara, "now, tell."

Barbara just stared open mouthed at Trixie, unable to form words and once again, Patsy came to her rescue, "she bumped into a rather dashing man and her brain stopped working."

"Your brain stopped working?" Trixie asked.

"Yes, oh Trixie he was just so handsome! His face, his voice, his everything." Barbara had reentered her dream state.

Later that night, all three midwives were in Patsy and Trixie's room drinking tea and using Bobby Lewis' Tossin' and Turnin' as background music.

"You never did tell me what that chaps name is." Trixie said, taking a small sip of her hot beverage.

"I didn't ask his name," Barbara began, "I didn't ask him anything."

Patsy lit herself a cigarette and took a puff of it before saying, "if she had tried to ask him his name, we'd still be there."

"We would?"

"Yes, because you'd still be stuttering out the words." Trixie and Patsy both laughed at Patsy's remark while Barbara blushed.

"What about you, Trixie? Any chaps in your life?" Barbara changed the conversation to heap the spotlight off her.

"Oh, so many. None good enough, I'm afraid, but it's nice to be admired. Patsy?"

"Oh, none for me, thank god. In my list of things I do not need, number one is a man." They all shared a quick giggle, none of them asked Patsy why, they just went on to pointless drivel before they retired for the evening.

The three midwives were up bright and early the next morning and headed out to the community centre. It was a normal sort of day at the clinic, nothing extravagant happened. It was more the ride home that was eventful.

A group of men, woman and children created a large circle in the middle of a street, shouting curse words and throwing things. It was only Patsy and Trixie that were going back to Nonnatus.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Patsy asked a few at the back and when she didn't get a response, she fought her way to the front, "move!" She shouted which once again got no response.

When she finally got into the eye of the storm, she saw a young man, hunched over and protecting his head. "Dirty homo!" "You'll burn in hell!" "Bloody queer!" Was shouted towards this lad, who, Patsy could tell, was in considerable pain.

"STOP!" She shouted and shielded the boy from their attacks. They stopped and stared at her, "MOVE BACK AND GIVE THE BOY SOME ROOM!"

Trixie had also climbed her way to the front and upon seeing the chap made her way back to the start to find a phone box to call an ambulance.

"Okay, you've all made your point, and if you don't want convictions yourselves for assault, I'd suggest you leave. I'm serious, I'll testify as a witness." Patsy had spent the last year helping stop the violence against homosexual males, which in turn have her a few bruises and once a split lip.

"Why are you sticking up for the homo?" A heavily pregnant woman at the front asked.

'Because I'm one myself!' Patsy wanted to scream at her, but settled for, "because I'm a decent human being, now I suggest you go home and rest, you're in no condition to be out here."

The crowd moved but didn't fully disperse which gave Patsy room to examine the boy. He must have been no more than seventeen with short black hair and bright blue eyes, he had clearly had his leg broken, his left eye was so swollen it closed up, his nose was broken and he held his ribs.

"What's your name?" Patsy whispered.

"Donovan Cooper." He whispered back.

Patsy gave his face a wipe with her handkerchief and he attempted to smile at her for helping him. It took just over five minutes for the ambulance to arrive. Trixie had suggested that Patsy go with the boy while Trixie tried to find his family.

"Wasting an ambulance on that scum? There must be more deserving people that can't get one because of that dirty bleeder." A short fat man shouted.

"Well, if you all hadn't beat him within an inch of his life he wouldn't need an ambulance." Trixie bit back.

"Homo scum." A young woman remarked.

"Just so you know, as a human being, you're not a hetro sapien, you are a homo sapien." Patsy said before the ambulance doors slammed shut.

She held his hand in the ambulance and refused to let it go until he had gone into surgery. She didn't know whether or not to stay with the boy just in case Trixie couldn't find his family.

After a while she sat in the corridor with her head in her hands. No one had passed her meaning Trixie still couldn't find his parents, she was approached by a nurse after being sat there for just over two hours.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait somewhere else, family only are allowed here." That voice. Patsy nearly snapped her neck with the speed she used to look up.

"Delia."