This is my first fanfic EVER! I've been a long time reader of fanfiction but I have never written a story before. Reviews and tips are greatly appreciated.
I do no own anything.
Takes place right after the christening.
Walking into the kitchen of Nonnatus House, Shelagh grabbed a glass of water trying to calm the dry mouth and shaking hands that was currently ailing her.
The christening had just ended and everyone came back to Nonnatus to celebrate with tea and cake. Her nervousness existed knowing that soon everyone
would be apprized about her and Patrick. Sister Julienne knew some of it, but the others were clueless to the recent happenings.
After the engagement, the two had found themselves having some Horlicks before needing to be at the chapel for the christening. There, Shelagh expressed
her desire to tell the nuns and nurses of the situation, not wanting them to feel as though she had deceived them. Patrick, showing the care and compassion
that first attracted her to him, was now standing next to her by the sink holding onto her hand, as if trying to give all of his strength to her.
"Are you sure that you want to do this now?" "We can wait."
Shelagh looked up at him, "No, I want to do this, I want to share what we have with them."
"Then why darling, are you shaking?
"I'm afraid that they won't understand, that they'll think I've rushed into this." "Leaving a life of service and then just a few days later, finding yourself engaged to the doctor..."
"Darling, everybody out there cares for you; they will see the change in your behavior and how your decision will in no way disrupt your faith."
Finding solace in his supportive words, Shelagh grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the room full of people that had become her family.
Please review and let me know if I should continue. I have never written before so my apologies if this is absolutely terrible; but I won't know if it's terrible unless you review... so go do that... now. Thanks.