Chapter 7. In The Mirror
"Oh, Patrick…!" There was elation and embarrassment in Shelagh's voice.
Patrick walked to her and embraced her from behind, caressing her belly. Shelagh raised her hand to his cheek. They both smiled at their reflection in the mirror. She had been trying to button up her nurse's uniform, but it had become very tight.
"You know what I think?" Patrick said with hint of wickedness in his giddy voice.
"Yes, Doctor?"
"Your…. breasts are swollen due to this wonderful bun in the oven."
"Such straight-talk, Doctor. Hmm, do you think that is delicate enough for patients? You should hone your bedside manner."
"Last night, you seemed to enjoy my bedside manner….very much."
Shelagh giggled, and he could see in the reflection how her mouth quivered at the memory. "Your professional manner, doctor," she reprimanded. "And remember to use the word 'breast' sparingly in this house. We have a touchy teenager here. "
"Oh, I think he is studying these things in private. Not that I want to know about that."
"Me, neither!" They burst in laughter.
Patrick grew serious. "Soon, we will tell him."
"Yes, when a suitable time comes."
