Chapter One: Month One.
A/N: Short chapter I know, but more is to come! This chapter counts as Month One.
"Peter?" She asked sheepishly, almost tiptoeing into the room next to him.
"What is it, Dear?" He said pulling her so she sat on his lap.
"One has to tell you something." Her head lowered and tone changed.
"Is this about your surgery appointment?" He took her hands and feared the worse when she shook her head in agreement.
"Peter...I...I'm Pregnant." She put her hands on her stomach and smiled bigger than he ever had before. His eyes beamed and he bent down and kissed her tummy and whispered ever so gently. I love you already. He looked up with tears flooding his eyes to see Chummy crying.
"Camilla,were having a baby. Don't cry!" He wiped her tears away and kissed her with such a passion that it left her breathless.
"Tears of joy, Dear. I cant wait to lay little bean in our bed and watch him sleep and to be able to be someones mom. I didn't know I wanted that until I wanted you."
She opened up to him, something she had not been comfortable doing with anyone.
"Talk to me." He didn't need to say anything more, she knew what those three words meant. She began to speak, and her voice crackled.
"I was cold and alone for so long I didn't think anyone wanted me. Now I can't sleep without your warmth. I need your touch and scent. I need you." She covered her face with her hands and started to turn away before he grabbed her arms stopped her.
"I was a lonely man hurt in the war and was trying to escape... you came to my rescue. And I want our little bean, and little beans to come to know that, I love you!" He kissed her again and let her shift down so that she was leaning her weight on him.
She let her body relax and her tears faded when he rested his hands on her middle. He took in the smell of her hair, and the sweet smell of soap that rested on her skin.
"Peter?" She looked up at him, tears once again in her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He moved his hand to wipe her eyes, then placed it back.
"New mums have mothers. I don't." She was serious, and scared now feeling the pain in her spine.
"Yes this is true, but Sister Monica Joan has been like a mum to you, and she knows her stuff. What about letting her fill those shoes? You always have mum too." He tightly hugged her, and let her know he was there in every way possible.
"I think I will, shes better than my mum. And Irene is lovely, you're right I don't need to worry anymore." She gave a smile and a wink and nestled back into him, taking in every moment.
"So do they know how far you are?" Peter asked, anxiously.
"One is only late a month so around 4 weeks." Her hands joined his, and she closed her eyes.
"Bed? You and bean need a foot rub and warm sheets!"
He sat her up and almost had to drag her to bed, unzipping her dress, and taking off her shoes so he could rub her feet. The two retired to bed with smiles resting upon their faces and wrapped in each others arms.
