Hi everyone, thank you so much for your wonderful reviews! :) I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update. I had a touch of writer's block, and this chapter just didn't seem to want to be written :/ I think this is a little smaller than the first chapter, but I hope you like it anyway :)


Later that evening, Patrick Turner was sitting in his study, looking over patient notes, when there was a quiet knock on the door. "Come in," He announced, his eyes never leaving the sheets in his hand.

"Dad?" He heard a small voice come from the now ajar door.

Tearing his eyes away from the papers he turned to look at his son. He smiled as he watched the young boy shift nervously. Leaning back in his chair he sighed, realising he had been a little too harsh when Timothy had come into the clinic earlier.

"Yes Timothy, how can I help?" He gestured for his son to take a seat beside him. The younger Turner stepped into the room and flopped into the chair next to his father.

"Can you give this to Sister Bernadette please?" He handed the large piece of folded parchment paper he had been holding over to the doctor.

Patrick frowned, intrigued as he looked at his son. Carefully opening the paper by the creases, his breath caught in his throat. The sight had almost brought tears to his eyes. Timothy had drawn a picture of himself and Sister Bernadette standing side-by-side, holding hands with huge smiles on their faces. 'If only,' he thought silently.

"I wanted to thank her for helping me today." Timothy explained innocently. When his father said nothing, the boy began to worry. "Don't you like it?"

"It's fantastic." Timothy heard his father whisper, still staring at the page.

"Do you think Sister Bernadette will like it?" The young boy hoped. Patrick looked from the drawing to his son. It was clear that he loved the quiet little Scottish nun as much as his father did.

Grinning, "I think she'll love it," was the doctor's response. Opening his briefcase, the picture was placed so delicately inside. "I will give it to her the next time I see her. Now, dinner I think, young man."

Three days later, and the drawing was still safe inside Doctor Turner's briefcase. Patrick wanted to give it to her, to see the smile on her face, but he couldn't bring himself to part with it. Not yet. Looking at the smiling faces of the two people he loved most in the world gave him hope. Hope that maybe – one day – their lives could be like that. Together, holding hands on a sunny day, a family. He knew it was wrong to think this way. To love her knowing she could not express her feelings back. Her feelings. Did she have feelings for him? Did she love him like he loved her? Or, was she simply serving God?

Sister Julienne was growing concerned for Sister Bernadette. The other midwives and Sisters were beginning to notice too. The presence of the intelligent young woman of the veil had been slowly but surely dwindling throughout the last few days. She spent most of her free time in her room – to pray or find solace in the Psalms – or in the chapel, clutching the cross that hung from her neck, and praying, hoping that God could give her the answers she needed. Even during meal times she was virtually silent at the table, and in Compline her voice was quieter than usual. Lifeless even.

"Sister?" Once again Sister Julienne found the girl she thought of as a daughter, standing at the front of the chapel, her head bowed.

Sister Bernadette whipped round, hearing the elder Sister's voice. Even from a distance, Julienne could see she had been crying. Worry rushed over her as she walked to the front of the chapel. Taking Sister Bernadette's hands in her own, she guided her to first pew. "What's wrong, Sister?" She asked after a moment.

Sister Bernadette was silent, her tear-filled eyes fixed on their hands. She could not speak. She didn't have the words. How could she tell Sister Julienne what was wrong, when she herself did not know? All she did know was that it hurt to think of Doctor Turner, but it hurt more when she didn't think of him. How could tell Sister Julienne that her heart beat faster when she was near him, or how she longed for his touch? How could she tell her that she was afraid the love she had for Doctor Turner would overtake the love she had for God?


What do you think? I know, it was a little more angsty than the first, but I think it had to be done. Please review :)