Juli 1919
Kitty has been waking up early. She quickly gets up, sneaks into the kitchen and puts water in the teakettle to make some tea for herself. Whilst the water in the kettle sings, she muses about the past few months.
The return to England. The married life with Thomas, in London. The so far unsuccessful attempts to detect Sylvie. The meeting with the mother of Thomas, a sweet little woman with bright blue eyes, which Thomas obviously inherited from her.
She looks out of the window, the darkness of short night disappears and the sun is rising yet.
She pours the boiling water into the teapot. Her daydream continues and she concludes that life is a good thing. Suddenly she feels very grateful.
Tea is ready and she gets herself a cup. She takes a few sips, then she turns quickly to the sink and vomits.
When Thomas wakes up, he finds out that is Kitty already risen. Kitty often wanders through the house in the early mornings. He's used to that now.
He goes looking for her and finds her in the kitchen. She's bent over the sink and vomits.
He is startled by the sight of her, she is chalky white and trembles. Thomas installs her in a chair, he gently washes her face and wipes the wisps of hair from her face. He puts his hand on her forehead and looks at her with a worried face.
"You're not okay," he notes, while thoughts are raging through his head. The flu? Not the flu, dear God no, not the flu! It can't be, the epidemic is almost over and Kitty has had a mild form, she should be immune.
Kitty looks at him with big eyes, smiling with a small, lopsided smile, saying: "I'm fine"
Of course he doesn't believe that and he looks at her once more searchingly. He gets up to fetch his bag with instruments, but Kitty stops him.
She tells him to sit down and have a cup of tea..
He pours in tea for both of them, stirs in milk and sugar, and puts her cup in front of her. He looks at Kitty , she's leaning against the back of the chair, her eyes are closed.
"Tea, love," he says. "Don't let it get cold," and as Kitty makes no move to pick up her cup, he asks: "What's going on?"
Kitty opens her eyes and looks at him. "You're going to be a father, Thomas Gillan, that's what's going on," she replies with a small smile on her face.
He looks completely blank at her. "Father?," he asks and lifts a brow. Then, understanding dawns, he smiles and sighs "Oh".
He turns Kitty from her chair and the two of them sit togheter in one chair, his arms around her, her head against his chest and his face hidden in her hair.
He sighs again: "That's wonderful." He lifts her head, puts his hand on her cheek and kisses her softly.
They look at each other, smiling, and they both have no words for this miracle.
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