"Arthur?"
Arthur Denniston glanced up at his wife. "Yes, Camilla?"
"Do you remember, that night you went out to search for Merlin, how the Director said that I couldn't go because I carried the future of Logres in my body?"
Arthur cast his mind back. "Yes, so he did," he said. "What of it?"
"Well," said Camilla with a smile, "it seems he meant that literally."
Arthur stared at her. "You mean..."
Camilla nodded.
For a moment, Arthur sat stock-still; then he leaped to his feet, embraced Camilla, and ran to the telephone. "Operator?" he said. "Get me St Anne's."
Disclaimer: C. S. Lewis wrote the Deep Heaven Trilogy; I just came along for the ride. (The picture, meanwhile, is from Yolasite-dot-Com's week-by-week pregnancy guide. I didn't compile that, either.)