'Gordon, we've still got to talk about the bequest' Spoke Jill from the kitchen as Gordon sat in the living room
'Jill I really don't see what there is to talk about. As far as I'm concerned, the money would be best used to build another general ward.' He replied as he sipped his scotch.
'I disagree. We've already got Milner and Fawcett but no capacity to look after seriously ill babies. If we could save just one babies life, wouldn't it be worth it? At the moment we have to transfer them to Ashfordly which as you well know is risky in itself' Jill became frustrated as she walked into the living room and leant on the door frame facing her husband. 'And what you say goes, of course?'
'That's not what I'm saying and you know it. I'm just telling you what I think, whether that happens is another matter entirely...come on let's not argue; works for work and we're at home now.' He tried to bargain with his wife, sensing she was become agitated by the situation
Jill walked over to her husband and planted a tender kiss on his rough cheek
'I do love you, you know that don't you?' She questioned whilst looking her husband directly in the eyes
'Of course I do, and I love you more than anything. Whatever happens, it'll be for the good of the hospital trust me.' Gordon kissed his wife back, holding her face in one hand and wrapping his other arm around her waist. He gently pulled her onto the sofa besides him.
He knew the real reason for her wanting a premature-baby unit; the loss of their own child. Gordon could fully understand her desperation, but he knew that no matter what they did in the future, it wouldn't bring back their lost baby and Jill would never carry another child. It had become a partly unmentioned event in their marriage. There were still odd moments when they spoke briefly of the loss they'd suffered but it was still, and always would be, too painful for them both; especially Jill.
Jill leant her head on Gordon's chest and he stroked her back lovingly
'You know I'll do everything I can to get the baby unit!' She joked
'I know you will darling...I know you will' He replied, his eyes closing and his breathing becoming slower and more relaxed.