Dear Paddy,

I'm extremely nervous about telling you about some exciting news that I've just found out. You'll either love it or hate it. I hope for the former but I'm prepared for the latter.

I've been noticing lately that I've been putting on a small amount of weight. Not a lot. I don't think it's even that noticeable. I did believe that it was from all the gourmet restaurants that you've been taking me to recently. Oh and those diners that we sneaked in on the way back from a crime scene to devour hamburgers, fries and strawberry milkshakes. Have to admit, it's pretty fun squeezing it into our busy schedule. Probably why Abbott has split us up on a case. Or maybe it's because of your constant need to whisk me away into some dark corner to have your way with me. Cheeky!

Back to where I was, my trousers feel a bit snug at the moment. But, I'm refusing to change them until it's completely necessary. I'm not ready for everyone to know. It's just my little secret that soon will be ours.

I'm getting pretty hungry most of the time, which I think you're beginning to notice. But then again, you may think it's down to something completely different. Which is good for me, as it gives me more time to figure out what I'm about to tell you. Is it dinner or should I wait to tell you when you're just about to fall asleep?

I think it's good that I have a secret that you don't know about. It makes me feel a tad empowered that I know something that you don't.

See you soon, my sweet.

Love

Teresa

xxx