"Well Mrs. Crawley, your suspicions were correct. You are indeed with child." Dr. Turner began to scribble on his clipboard as Isobel sat up, her mind in a fog.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Crawley?"

Isobel snapped back into reality and looked up at the doctor. She grinned widely. "I'm just in a bit of disbelief. Reginald and I have tried to have a child for a few years now, since we married." She paused for a moment and suddenly wore a serious expression on her face. "I hope I can carry the pregnancy to term."

Dr. Turner peered over his glasses for a moment. "Well, you are in perfect health. Just be sure to get plenty of rest and please don't worry yourself too much. Nothing good will come from that. Now, I shall see you back here in one month."

She put on her hat and made her way to the door.

"Please offer my congratulations to Dr. Crawley," he called after her.

Isobel spent the rest of the day humming a popular tune, happier than she had ever been in her twenty-eight years of life. She couldn't wait to tell Reginald the news.

When he arrived home that evening, she greeted him with a beaming smile.

"My darling, what have I missed that has made you so happy?"

Unable to help herself, she kissed him.

"We're going to have a child," she almost whispered, her eyes watering.

Reginald awoke the next morning to his wife jumping out of their bed. He soon heard her retching into the toilet.

"Isobel? Isobel? Are you alright?"

A moment later she opened the door. She was quite pale.

"I'm alright. Just a bit of sickness. Nothing to fuss about. I've had it for a week or so, but you have been leaving so early lately you couldn't have known of course," she said.

"Let's get you back into bed. You need to rest. I don't suppose you want anything to eat?"

Isobel felt sick just at the thought of food. She shook her head in response and slipped into bed.

"Do you want me stay here with you?"

"Oh Reg, no! No, I'm absolutely fine. Please don't fuss. It usually goes away by mid-morning." She fluffed the pillows behind her. "Your patients need you."

Reginald sighed. "Alright, I'll go, but only if you promise to take it easy," he said firmly.

She laughed and flashed a loving smile. "I promise."

"I'll ask for Ellen to check on you and make sure you eat later."

"Reg, I may be caring a child, but that does not mean I have to be treated like one."

He rolled his eyes at her and finished getting dressed. This was going to be a long pregnancy, he thought to himself.