It was the nausea she noticed first, the sudden need to vomit as soon as the sun filtered through the curtains and awoke her from her restful slumber. The first morning it happened she passed it off as stomach bug. The second morning she was hoping the bug would pass after a few days. On the third morning she awoke agitated, disappointed that her usual Saturday lie in with Christopher had been interrupted and also slightly miffed that he hadn't also contracted the bug. After a week of waking in the same way she began to question whether it could be something more, but she didn't dare hope.

"Please go and see Doctor Turner," Christopher said one morning as he sat beside Trixie rubbing comforting circles on her back while she slumped against his shoulder on the bathroom floor, "As a Nurse you should know that feeling this rotten all the time isn't normal." Trixie shook her head in protest which caused a fresh wave of nausea to pass over her and she leant for the toilet once more. When she'd finished Trixie simply stood up without a word to Christopher and began to get ready for work, acting as if the last half an hour hadn't happened.

"Trixie, please," Christopher pleaded as Trixie continued to button up her uniform, seemingly unaware of his presence. When she didn't respond he stopped her hands by her chest before bringing them to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on each knuckle. "Please," he repeated, as if the word took the last breath from his body, he was desperate.

"I'm scared." Trixie crumbled as she spoke, Christopher caught her as she fell the ground, sobs overtaking her body. He rocked her back and forth gently until her tears eventually subsided. "It's everything I've ever wanted but everything I've always believed I'd never be able to do," Trixie murmured into his shoulder. Christopher sat in stunned silence for a moment, he'd thought Trixie was ill, but at no point had connected the dots and believed that Trixie could be pregnant.

"You will make a wonderful mother Trixie, you already do to Alexandra. And if you are pregnant I'll be beside you through every moment. Through every sleepless night, through every heartbeat through every kick, and through every hormonal mood swing. We will do this together." Christopher finally said once he had composed himself. Trixie lifted her head from where it was nestled in the crook of his neck and her eyes met his, nothing but honesty was reflected back at her. Overcome by affection for the man that had turned her life upside in the best possible way she tugged at his tie gently and pulled his lips to hers, any ounce of worry instantly dissipated. "Now as much as this is a wonderful way to spent my day darling I unfortunately need to get to work," Christopher took a second to examine his wife's face, "Do you still feel sick? You're looking a little peaky again."

"A little bit," Trixie meekly replied. Christopher lifted her from the ground with ease and placed her carefully on the bed.

"I'm calling Nonnatus to let them know you're not coming in today, you're exhausted Trixie you need to rest. You'll be absolutely no use to your patients like this." Trixie didn't have the energy to disagree, instead she nestled further into the pillows and whispered an "I love you" to Christopher as he left.

It was a knock on the front door that eventually woke Trixie from her slumber. She crawled out of bed slowly and wrapped her dressing gown around her uniform clad body, ashamed at herself for falling asleep before she'd had chance to change. The knocking at the door became insistent and Trixie almost tripped over her own feet as she ran to open it.

"Oh Shelagh, come in, hello, I didn't expect to see you," Trixie stuttered, instantly feeling self-conscious about her appearance, it would not do for her work colleague to see her in such a state.

"I'm here on official business I'm afraid." Shelagh's words cause panic within Trixie, was she about to be reprimanded for being off work for simply feeling tired and sick? Consequently, yet another wave of nausea washed over her and Trixie had to run for the bathroom before Shelagh had even walked through the door. Shelagh was hot on Trixie's heals and held her hair back, just as Christopher had done that morning.

"Sorry," Trixie muttered once she had cleaned herself up and she began to busy herself in the kitchen making them both a cup of tea,

"Trixie, how long has this been happening?" Shelagh said with a bit more sternness than intended.

"Just over two weeks, possibly longer," Trixie admitted, unable to meet Shelagh's eye.

"And how often are you vomiting?"

"It varies, sometimes only once a day, others it can be five times a day." Shelagh noted how Trixie grimaced as she opened the milk to pour into the tea, she couldn't help but smile, it was one of the first signs she herself was pregnant. She took the milk off Trixie and indicated that she should sit down.

"And making a cup of tea is seemingly impossible?" Shelagh continued to question as she placed a black cup of tea in front of Trixie "And you fear your new addiction is going to be milk-less tea?" Trixie could only laugh in response.

"Trixie, when was your last cycle?" Shelagh's tone shifted slightly.

"11 weeks ago," was all Trixie could say.

"Do you think you're pregnant?" Shelagh took Trixie's hand as she spoke.

"Do you?"

"Yes." Shelagh watched as for the first time Trixie accepted the way in which her life was about to change.