"Camilla. We've got a little boy." she heard vaguely. She knew the voice though. It was the voice that made her happy. The voice that soothed her. The voice that made her smile. And then she realised what the voice was saying. Chummy was a mother. To a baby boy.
"A boy?" she asked quietly, before she opened her eyes. Lying in her arms was the most beautiful baby in the world. "Hello little bean." Chummy managed to pull a little smile as she rubbed her sons head. After everything that happened with the birth, she was glad to be where she was. "It's okay, I'm here." she continued.
She moved her head slightly to see Peter. Chummy had never been happier to see him. Then she began to speak to her little boy again. "Has Daddy been looking after you?" she said before letting out a slight giggle.
She gazed up to Peter again. "Thank you." she said to him. "What for?" Peter replied. "For giving me my little boy. For not leaving me and for protecting me when I need you most." She felt her eyes welling up with happy tears.
"I love you." Peter said as he held her hand and knelt down beside her bed. "I love you too." Chummy replied.
Although she couldn't do much, Chummy rather enjoyed that day. She finally had the perfect family. And having Jenny and Sister Julienne with her that day made it even better.
Over the next few days, Chummy began a rapid recovery, and Peter never left her side. And to Chummy, that meant more than anything.