Chummy and Peter said their goodbyes and left for Sierra Leone, The boat was awful for poor Chummy! She stayed in for most of the ten days that they were traveling from all day morning sickness. "Oh, Peter. I feel so bally awful!'' She said, sitting down to lay on the the hard small bed. "Shoulder?'' He asked, feeling the need to hold her close. "Yes Please, one could use a nap and some aspirin too." She said in a pitiful voice. "Let me get you some water darling, you stay put." Peter walked out of their room to fetch some water for her, by the time he got back she was sick in the waste basket. "I was gone two minutes! You poor thing!'' He said, sitting down on the bed. "Here, take these and drink this then come here.'' She did as He said and snuggled down, He wrapped his arms around her and they both fell asleep for the night.
"Peter, Look! An elephant, and a Lion." She exclaimed!
Chummy loved Africa and the new friends she had made, her new friends loved her too!
"Everything is so different here, It reminds me of my childhood in India.'' She said Frowning.
Chummy was working a crazy schedule, just like she did in Popular and so was Peter. Her on nights, him on mornings and reverse. This week they both had two days off. Chummy walked in to find Peter putting a record on in the sitting room.
(You are my special angel, through etern-ity.)
"Peter our song?" Smiling from ear to ear. "Baby wants to dance." He said taking her hand. They danced through the sitting room like two kids at the Hop, she laid her head on his chest and took in the moment. They slowly came to an end and they set on the Settee by the window, watching the stars go by.
They sat in their favorite way, Him cross legged and her leaning back on him with her feet up. "7 months already, boy time flies eh?" He asked, rubbing her tum waiting for a response. "I know, One has figured out a new game though!'' She smiled widely. "Is that so?" He was in a quite cheeky mood tonight. "Lay your hands flat." She said excitedly.
"Hush little baby don't say a word, mummies gonna buy you a mockingbird. If that mockingbird don't sing, Daddy's gonna buy you a golden ring.'' Little bean started moving like crazy when Chummy sang, Bean loved hearing Mummy.
"Whoa! How did you discover this?'' He asked, feeling full of joy. "I sit in my chair every morning and sing to Bean, the dancing shoes go on." Chummy was growing more tired every day and soon they would be going home. "Come to love, time for bed I bought you two more pillows today." He said helping her up. "Oh, bless you!" They lay down for bed, she stuck a pillow between her knees and a pillow under her bump. "My whole body is aching, When did the van hit me?" She moaned on. "Try to rest Camilla."
"I love you. Goodnight you two." He said as they closed their eyes. Not five minutes when by and he heard a mighty yell from her, making him shoot up in fright! "OUCH!" She said, gasping, her face turned bright red. "What! What's happening?" Terror setting in. "Calm down Peter, Bean Kicked me in the ribs. It bally hurt too! Naughty Little Monkey.'' "Oh, I thought something was wrong, are you okay can you sleep?'' He asked still worried.
" I'll be fine Peter, Thank you." She said, settling down again, they both drifted off and slept till late morning.