Within ten seconds Constance had transported herself to Amelia's bedroom door and was knocking frantically.

"What is it?" Amelia was tying her dressing gown as she opened the door, Tom behind her.

"It's Imogen, she's not well. I don't know what it is, she's feverish and in pain. She said she needs an ambulance."

Tom rushed past and moved as quickly as possible to his daughter's bedroom. When he entered he found Imogen lying on her side, clutching her stomach with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Pumpkin, tell me where it hurts."

"My stomach, all over." She hissed when he pressed her abdomen. "Please don't. Dad, I'm frightened."

Tom noticed that the pain didn't go when he moved his hand. "Don't be scared. I'm getting an ambulance, we'll get you to hospital and you'll be fine." He reached for Imogen's phone on the bedside table.

His hand was shaking as he made the call. Once he was connected he explained the situation while Constance moved back to comfort her wife.

He was back a few minutes later. "It looks like we'll be waiting for an ambulance to get here. I'm going to take her myself, it will be faster. Imogen, don't worry. Constance are you coming?"

She looked up, "Of course, but the children?"

Amelia took charge. "Davina will take Abby to school. Do you have milk expressed for Ava?" There was a distracted nod from the bed. "We'll manage. Now, get her to hospital.

Magic allowed Tom and Constance to be dressed instantly. Once Tom had driven his car at the front entrance they cast a spell to get Imogen into the backseat. Before Constance got in with her Amelia clutched her hand.

"She'll be okay, please stay strong."

The thirty minute journey to the nearest hospital was never-ending and terrifying. Tom had phoned ahead and luckily the emergency department was quiet in the early hour. Imogen was put on a trolley and wheeled into an exam room as her wife and father followed behind. By the stage she was retching and still clutching her stomach.

The doctor asked a number of questions that Constance tried her best to answer.

"She started complaining of a stomach ache four days ago, she felt bloated and had lost her appetite but it came and went."

"Could she be pregnant?"

Constance shook her head. "No, absolutely not."

The doctor pressed his hand on Imogen's exposed stomach, she groaned in pain as he pressed on one part.

"It looks like appendicitis but I need to do some tests to be sure. Once we know we can operate."

Within minutes Imogen was on her way to the CT scan room. Tom went to phone Amelia while Constance sat shakily in a chair trying not to let her fear overwhelm her.

An operation? Her beautiful Imogen was going to be cut open. So many things could go wrong. What if she…?

As she worried the nurse who had been in the examination room came to sit next to her.

"I'm guessing that you're nursing so I went to the maternity ward to get you this."

Constance looked down to find that she had leaked through her grey dress. They had left so quickly that she hadn't had the chance to put pads in her bra and it was past Ava's first feeding time. Immediately she flushed as she took the breast pump and bottles Before she could say anything the nurse continued kindly.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I breastfeed my three so I know what it's like. Why don't you go and express, there's a room there you can use? Today could be long and I'm guessing you left the house in a hurry. She'll be gone for at least an hour, I'll tell your father in law where you are."

The nurse walked Constance to the empty room. "How old is your baby?"

"She's six months. We have a ten year old as well. Oh, she's going to be so worried." Constance's heart hurt even more when she thought of Abby. What was Amelia going to tell her?

At that exact moment Abby was gathering the birthday card she had made and running downstairs to her mothers' room. She wanted to see Mama before school but to her surprise she found neither of her mothers, just an unmade bed. She could hear Ava crying though. Maybe they were with her?

"Come on Ava. Take your bottle please, we know you're hungry." Amelia was at her wits end, the baby had woken up forty minutes beforehand and had been screaming ever since.

"Where are Mama and Mummy?" Abby knew as she stood at the doorway that something wasn't right. Ava never cried like this.

Davina wrapped her arms around her little friend. "We don't want you to worry, your Mummy isn't feeling very well so Mama and Granddad took her to the doctor. She's going to be fine, they just need to do a couple of tests."

Abby's turned cold. Mummy was sick? "Why didn't you wake me?"

Amelia shifted her hold on the crying baby. "It all happened so fast my dear. Please don't worry. The best thing you can do is go to school, Davina will take you and by the time you come home we'll have some news."

She really didn't want to go to school but she knew not to push things. Maybe she could help in one way.

"Mama always feeds Ava in the morning, she's not used to having a bottle at this time and she likes to be rocked Can I can try?" She sat on the chair and opened her arms for the baby to be placed in them before taking the bottle.

"Drink your breakfast Ava. Mummy and Mama need us to be good girls."

Her sister opened up her bright green eyes and after a minute started to drink her milk. Once she had finished Abby passed her to Amelia before getting dressed

"She'll need her teething gel soon."

It was a forlorn girl who walked to school that morning. Davina took the teacher aside to explain the situation before giving Abby a hug goodbye.

"One of us will collect you later but if you feel you need to come home Mrs Flynn will phone. Don't worry."

That was easier said than done. As Abby hung her coat up she couldn't stop thinking one thing,

"Mama isn't gong to have a happy birthday again this year."

Imogen was back from the scan room after two hours. The tests confirmed appendicitis, the next step was surgery.

"I am going to try my best not to do a full appendectomy, if I can get away with keyhole surgery I will. It's less invasive and will leave less of a scar. I need you to sign the consent forms and you can quickly see her before she goes in."

Constance signed the papers before rushing down the hallway.

Tom followed her into the room where his daughter was waiting. She didn't seem to be in quite as much pain but was very groggy.

"I'm sorry. I'm ruining your birthday"

Constance was trying not to cry. "No, you haven't. The only thing I want is for you to be well. We'll be waiting. I love you."

"We all do." Tom smoothed Imogen's hair back and gave her forehead a kiss.

The orderly came to wheel her to theatre.

"I know. I love you, I'm going to be okay. Dad, you take care of her. Sweetheart, I'll be back soon. I love you and our babies, tell them not to be scared"

As they watched her being taken away Tom wrapped his arm around Constance. "Now we wait."

While they were waiting a car pulled up into the hospital carpark. When Tom had called Amelia he also phoned Jamie, knowing he would want to be told. Once they knew an operation was required he had driven to the castle and picked up some things that his friends may need. He gathered the bag and something else from the back seat and made his way into the large building.

"I feel so useless." Constance was frustrated, there was nothing to keep her attention for more than a couple of seconds. Luckily that was about to change as she heard a familiar sound.

"Oh, Ava."

She looked at Jamie. "Where's Abby?"

Jamie handed over the baby and watched his friend lovingly embrace her daughter who was holding her Mama's face.

"We thought you both needed each other. Amelia sent Abby to school to distract her. I can bring her later if you think that's the right thing to do."

She wasn't sure. As much as she wanted her there, hospitals were new and scary to her. How would Abby react? In the end Tom made the decision.

"I know she won't like it but I think she's better off not being here today. We don't know what tIme they'll bring Imogen back and visitors will be restricted. She'll hate it more if she gets here and can't see her mother."

Constance agreed but also knew Abby would not be happy. To pass the time she fed Ava then took her for a little walk up and down the corridor, trying her best not to focus on watching the clock.

"Mummy loves us, she's going to be alright. She knows we need her."

Ava smiled as her Mama kissed her hair.

By the time they got back to the waiting area Tom had some news.

"She's out of theatre. They were able to do keyhole surgery which is great. She's in recovery, once they're ready they'll bring her down to the room and we can see her."

Clutching Ava close Constance sat down on the nearest chair sighing with relief. "Thank goodness."

The rest of the time waiting moved quickly as Jamie and Tom made her eat something.

"But it can't be lunchtime already?"

"It's well past lunchtime and you need to keep your strength up for those two girls as well as Imogen."

She ate a sandwich and changed Ava before Jamie took her.

"Here's another two bottles. She can have some rice for dinner. Hopefully that will be enough until I get home."

"She'll be fine. I'll collect Abby and take care of them both while Amelia and Davina sort out the students. Call me if you need anything. Now come on baby witch, let's pick up your sister."

Ava grizzled slightly as she was taken away from her Mama but luckily not enough to tip Constance over the edge she felt she was on.

"We love you little one. We'll be home soon."

Jamie went straight to collect Abby and tell her what had happened.

"Are we going to the hospital?"

"No Abs. Your Mummy's operation went well but she needs rest. There is no point in going because we won't get to see her, only Mama and Granddad are allowed in now"

They pulled up to the castle where Abby stormed out of the car.

"It's not fair. She's my Mummy. Ava got to go. I hate you. I hate Mama, she should want me there."

Before Jamie could respond his goddaughter had fled upstairs.

Amelia, who had observed the scene, walked over and touched his arm. "I'll go."

She made her way upstairs and after knocking let herself into Abby's room.

"We know you're scared and upset but please try and calm down. Remember what you said to Ava, you both need to be good."

Abby rolled over and looked at her Granny. "Why can't I go? Why don't they want me there?"

Amelia hugged her close. "They do but hospitals can be frightening and they don't want you to feel worried. Tomorrow you can go if she isn't allowed to come home. For now, they need you right here. Ava needs her rice soon. Can you do that?"

After a minute Abby whispered. "Yes."

They made their way downstairs where the first thing she did was apologise to Jamie.

"I don't hate you. I'm sorry."

He ruffled her hair. "I know you don't and I forgive you but you're growing up now squirt. Saying you hate people hurts them. Imagine how your Mama would feel if she'd heard you."

Abby sat on the bottom stair crying. "Please don't tell her."

"I won't. Now let's get your sister fed and washed. We haven't messed with her hair in ages, I'm thinking mohawk."

Two hours later Imogen was wheeled back from recovery. The doctor spoke to Tom and Constance before they went in.

"It went as well as possible. She'll be uncomfortable but if all is well we will allow her home tomorrow. There will be a recovery process but we can talk about that when she's fully awake."

They thanked him and hurried to the room where the patient was waiting

"Baby?"

It was clear Imogen was still not fully awake, she never called her wife 'baby' when others were around. Still it didn't matter.

"I'm here Darling and your Dad. You've had the operation and you're going to be fine. How do you feel now?"

"Spacey. The drugs…make me sleepy."

Within seconds she had drifted off as Constance held her hand. After an hour she was more awake and able to speak to the doctor.

"We're going to keep you here until tomorrow afternoon at least. If we're happy with your progress you can go home then. You will still need to take it easy, listen to your body. No showering for two days or bathing for five. No lifting for at least a week."

Imogen looked up in anguish. "But we have a baby."

The doctor continued. "You can hold her on your lap if someone hands her to you, just be careful. Now, I understand you're a P.E teacher. I want you to take at least two weeks off from work. After a week you can do some gentle exercise like walking. Stick to a light, mainly liquid diet for a few days but then you can eat normally.

"Well, I'm sure your painkillers are beginning to wear off so I'll give you something to help you sleep now. Your visitors will have to leave shortly but they can come back in the morning, after ten."

"Can I stay until she falls asleep?" Constance really didn't want to leave but knew she had to.

"Yes but only until then."

Before she fell into a deep sleep Imogen whispered to Constance. "I love you. Go mind our girls, I love them too."

Once they were sure she was asleep Constance and Tom made the journey home. They arrived to find Davina, Amelia and Jamie waiting, all were relieved that the news was so good.

"Abby has gone to bed. She was very helpful with Ava tonight. I've suggested school tomorrow but we'll play it by ear."

Amelia was watching over Tom and Constance as they ate the food she had prepared for them. She knew that once Constance went upstairs she wouldn't eat.

"Thank you for the food, now if you'll excuse me I need to see the children."

Before she left she hugged Tom, it had been a hard day for him too. She also shared the thoughts she had while they were waiting.

"Thank you for being so supportive today, we would have been lost without you. It also made me realise how essential driving is so I would like to take you up on your offer once things have settled."

"She's still my baby Constance, I'd do anything for her, and for you. Now, get some rest, we'll leave at 9:30 tomorrow and start the theory part of driving on the way."

Constance wearily made her way upstairs. Her first stop was Ava's nursery where she found the baby wasn't alone, Abby was fast asleep on the rocking chair. Gently she woke the sleeping girl.

"Why aren't you in bed?"

Abby rubbed her eyes. "I wanted to stay with Ava in case she was scared. Is Mummy really okay?"

Constance explained the situation while she fed Ava who had also woken up.

"I think Ava and I should sleep with you tonight."

Guessing that Abby didn't want to sleep alone either, Constance lifted the baby up. "I think so too."

Before she got into bed Abby had a confession to make. "I said something bad earlier. I didn't mean it though."

Constance decided not to ask what it was, she too had wanted to say a few bad things that day. "I understand."

"I'm sorry you missed your birthday."

As she stroked Abby's hair Constance bent down to give her a kiss. "My only birthday wish was for Mummy to be well. She will be and I have you and Ava with me now. What else could I want? Now, watch your sister while I shower to get this horrible hospital smell off me and then it's lights out,"

She got very little sleep that night, the couple hadn't spent a full night apart since before they were married and she hated it. Instead she watched over their sleeping daughters and willed the hours to pass until she could get back to the hospital.

By 9:30 Abby was in school, Ava had been fed and Constance was gathering up some suitable clothing that hopefully Imogen would be wearing home that evening.

When they got to the hospital she entered the room to find the patient sitting up in bed looking tired but smiling.

"Darling, how are you feeling? Did you sleep?"

Imogen smiled even wider as she was gently hugged and kissed. "Like a log, whatever they gave me knocked me out. I've had breakfast and been for a little walk. It looks good for me going home today thankfully How are the kids? I miss them so much. Did you sleep?"

"They miss you too, they both slept with me last night. I got a couple of hours sleep in between Ava kicking and Abby sleeping diagonally but I didn't care. They're so excited that you might come home."

Tom sat on the end of the bed. "Are you in pain?"

"A little, not my stomach but my shoulder. They said it's common due to the gas they use. It will pass in a few days. I just want my own bed and a cup of tea made by the best tea maker in the world." She looked at her wife.

Constance laughed. "You may have to wait for the bed but I can oblige you with the tea." She took her own tea from the stash she always kept in her handbag and went to get hot water from the nurses station.

Once she had a cup of tea and was in the arms of her love Imogen felt a hundred times better. Now, if only she could get home to her daughters.

At 5PM, after some final tests, her wish was granted.

"Now, remember, you need to take it easy. We don't want to see you back here."

The kind nurse who had spoken to Constance the day before handed over some care instructions.

"Don't worry. I doubt someone is going to let her lift a finger once she gets settled." Tom smiled as he watched Constance help Imogen with her jacket.

Forty minutes later they were pulling up to the castle where they found Amelia and Davina waiting for them.

"It's so good to have you home." Amelia hugged Imogen gently. "The girls are upstairs with Jamie. I've made you some broth for tea, I'm sure you're still exhausted."

As Imogen walked slowly upstairs, supported by Constance she could hear Davina whinging to Amelia.

"I don't know why you wouldn't let me make up my grandmother's recipe. She'd be back on her feet in no time."

Both Imogen and Constance shuddered at the thought of what that cure may have entailed.

Tom opened the sitting room door to reveal two very excited girls.

"Mummy!"

Abby didn't need to be told to be gentle, she knew her Mummy was sore and certainly didn't want to cause any pain.

"Hey honey. I missed you. And you too poppet." Imogen sank onto the couch and relished the feeling of holding her daughters close.

"I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble and worry." She looked at Amelia. "What will we do about my classes?"

"You have done no such thing. As for your classes, there is no need to worry. We have already found a substitute. You are not to think about work until you're ready."

She raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Me" Jamie laughed as he saw his friends face. "I am also a qualified P.E teacher. Amelia has moved your classes to Thursday and Friday for the next two weeks. That way I can do my own job Monday to Wednesday and stay here on Thursday. I already put the first years through their paces. I'll take Abby's basketball practice as well. And before you start being a martyr, I want to do this. I enjoyed teaching today and I want to help out so let me."

"Of course I will. Thanks Jamie"

Imogen was so thankful for her supportive friends and family. She spent the rest of the evening in bed being waited on by Abby and Constance while she snuggled with Ava. Unsurprisingly the baby was very clingy having not been able to figure out why one of her three favourite people had gone missing so suddenly. Her life was so much better when both her mothers were around.

Saturday was spent in much the same way. Imogen was allowed to get up to go to the bathroom and stretch her legs but apart from that she was confined to bed.

"I hate staying in bed. Well, unless my sexy wife is in here with me."

Constance arched an eyebrow. "You are going to stay right where you are. You know if our roles were reversed you would be saying exactly the same to me. Darling, we were lucky, your appendix could have burst, you could have had to have a more invasive operation."

Before she could trivialise what had happened Imogen noticed that Constance had tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I was so scared, seeing you in pain like that. I didn't know what was wrong, I thought you were going to die. What would we have done? The girls and I need you so much. I can't do this alone.

Imogen felt a lump in her own throat. "Oh Sweetheart I'm sorry. I know you were scared. I'll do whatever it takes to get well, I promise."

Constance gently held her, mindful that she was still uncomfortable. "I can't even think of life without you."

"Shh baby, you don't have to, I'm right where I should be."

On Sunday Fenella and Griselda paid a visit with some flowers and cards from the students. By now Imogen had been allowed to shower and although her shoulder still hurt, she was already feeling better. Constance had conceded that she could have a bed made up on the couch where she could watch Ava play and enjoy the family being around.

"Thank you girls. I'm improving every day, especially with the care I'm getting"

The two head girls were pleased to hear this. Miss Drill looked pale and tired but she was smiling and cuddling a babbling Ava as she talked.

"Get well soon. We all miss you though Jamie is doing a good job. The first years didn't know what hit them. We thought Jenny Juniper was going to pass out after he made her play soccer."

Imogen laughed. "It sounds like I need to up my game when I come back."

The following week was like being in a strange timezone. The days dragged but at the same time the week went quickly. Tom stayed while Constance went to work. As promised Jamie came to cover classes and basketball coaching. The change in the timetable meant that Constance only worked on Thursday morning after which she was back to her nursing duties. Imogen felt stronger daily and soon she was back at the doctors to make sure she was healing.

"You're doing extremely well. Keyhole surgery has a number of advantages but it's your high level of fitness that has really helped. I still want you to take it easy for a week or so. Walking is fine. If you feel ready you can lift some light weights and yes, that includes your baby."

The mention of Ava reminded Imogen of a question she wanted to ask.

"We were hoping to start trying for another baby this year with me carrying, will this affect our plans?"

The doctor shook his head. "No, I would wait a couple of months but that's all. You will be back to full health in no time with just a couple of tiny scars to show this ever happened. Going back to work is your call, like I said listen to your body. I'm pretty sure your wife won't let you push it too much."

He was right. Constance couldn't believe how quickly Imogen was recovering, even without magic but she was still going to be cautious. The couple left the doctors office to find Tom and Amelia waiting for them.

"All okay?"

Imogen stepped into her father's embrace. "All okay Dad. Now, let's eat, I need some solid food after a week of soup and porridge."

The following week passed even more quickly. Imogen was so happy that she could lift Ava again, she hated not being able to do things for her baby. On Saturday she went for a walk with her wife and daughters, loving the feeling of the crisp air blowing her hair. The walks continued over the following days. When Constance wasn't around Tom would go with her and on Wednesday she walked Abby to school with Constance before they brought Ava to playgroup.

She wandered down to observe one of Jamie's P.E classes on Thursday and that evening she went with him to basketball practice While he was gathering up the equipment Abby wandered over to her Mummy.

"I'm glad you're feeling better. I like Jamie coaching us but you know more about basketball."

"That's true honey, let's remind him of that shall we?"

Abby agreed, she loved winding Jamie up. She did have a more serious matter to discuss though.

"I feel really bad that we missed Mama's birthday. I know it wasn't your fault but it's not fair that she didn't have a special day. We haven't even given her her presents yet."

Imogen had been having the same thoughts. She had made a promise to herself that Constance would feel loved every day, especially on her birthday. They needed to do something.

"I feel the same honey. How about we do it on Saturday? It's late but she'll be happy with the thoughts and gifts."

On the way back, after teasing Jamie for his lack of basketball knowledge, they made plans for Constance's repeat birthday.

Luckily the not quite birthday girl had plans on Saturday morning. After feeding Ava she said goodbye to Imogen and Abby before leaving with Tom.

"Right, we've got two hours."

Sarah had arrived the night before and she and Jamie helped Amelia to put the food together while Abby and Imogen decorated the sitting room. Abby told her friends about the occasion and so there was a plant and a card sent from the students. Davina wasn't really sure what she was meant to do but floated between the groups, helping where she could.

Just over two hours later Constance and Tom arrived back.

"Happy belated birthday Mama." Abby ran to hug Constance as soon as she entered the room.

"But… what's all this?"

Imogen carried Ava over to join the hug.

"It's a bit late but just for this year we've moved your birthday. We're going to have a special lunch and you are going to allow us to spoil you. Now sit down and open your presents."

Constance felt very emotional and slightly overwhelmed as she sat down, she had pretty much forgotten about her birthday. What she had said to Abby was true, as long as Imogen was okay there was nothing else she wanted.

That didn't mean she didn't appreciate the cards and gifts. The cards certainly did not disappoint. Abby had made her two, one from Ava who had apparently signed it or at least that's what the pink squiggle was meant to indicate. They were perfect, as were her presents.

"I love my tea set, thank you so much. I look forward to using it later."

"You're welcome Sweetheart, we're just sorry you had to wait so long for it. We love you."

Moving in for a quick kiss Constance whispered. "I love you too and anything to do with you is worth waiting for."

Taking advantage of the fact that Abby was talking to Sarah, Imogen whispered back. "There's something else but you'll only have to wait a few hours for it."

As Imogen got up to help Tom serve lunch Constance pondered what she had said. They hadn't made love since New Years Eve, of course it hadn't been a priority over the last few weeks. However she couldn't deny she was looking forward to something more than kissing.

"I just need to trust that she knows she's ready."

While Constance was pondering Imogen was grilling Tom. "How did she get on?"

"She aced her theory test even with just a few days study. She doesn't want everyone to know so let her tell you herself. We'll start lessons next week."

They had a lovely lunch followed by a walk to the park where Abby took advantage of the dry weather and played on the swings and slide. What made today extra special was that Ava was allowed to go into the, magically disinfected, baby swing where she giggled as she was lightly pushed by her mothers and sister.

"Are you sure you don't mind me staying at Jamie's tonight?" Abby wanted to go but didn't want her Mama to feel like she was abandoning her.

"Not at all dear. You'll have a lovely time and tomorrow I'll collect you and we'll fly home."

Glad her plans weren't causing any problems, Abby went off to pack her overnight bag before saying goodbye to her mothers and sister. Constance and Imogen spent a couple of hours playing with Ava before seeing the baby was becoming tired and getting her ready for bed.

"I think the park wore her out."

Constance wrapped her arms around Imogen's waist. "I think so. It was a perfect day, thank you."

"Oh, it's not over yet. I have one more gift for you. Come with me?"

She pre-empted the next question. "Yes, I'm sure. Baby, apart from wanting you so badly I am absolutely fine. Now, come and get your gift."

Following her lovers lead Constance allowed herself to be dragged into their bedroom. It didn't matter how many times they did this, she knew that these butterflies at the thought of what was going to happen between them would never go away.

She smiled as she was gently pushed to sit on the bed and felt her hair be taken down from its plait.

"I'm ready for my gift now."

Imogen stroked the long dark hair and looked down at the woman she loved. There was nobody she trusted more, which is why she had decided on this gift.

"I know what gift you're thinking of and yes, that is on the way but first there's something I want you to have."

She reached under the bed and pulled out a flat package. There was a thin photograph album inside.

"This is for you. Only for you."

As she flicked through the pages Constance's jaw dropped. "This is you?"

"You should know, you see me naked often enough."

"But how. When?" Constance couldn't take her eyes off the black and white images. They weren't anything explicit, in fact they were quite arty. The one where her wife was kneeling down so you could see the muscles in her back and her full bottom she especially liked but then she turned the page and oh….

"Here, before Christmas, hence the lack of little scars. I used the tripod and my printer. Don't worry nobody saw me and please Sweetheart, keep them in your magic drawer with our other private things. I just thought you might like them. Remember, when we saw that photograph in the art book and you said you'd like it a lot more if it was me? Was I wrong? If you don't you can get rid of…"

She was silenced with a passionate kiss. "Do you have any idea how sexy these are? How beautiful you are? I could orgasm just from looking at these, in fact I think I did. I'll keep them safe always. They are mine. You are mine. Now, how about showing me exactly how you took them?"

Imogen smirked, this was exactly what she was hoping for. "Of course. I can't have you just thinking you came can I?"

The live version was indeed better although Constance knew those pictures would be treasured always. The trust that Imogen placed in her made her feel like the most special woman in the world. She felt so happy, so in love.

That feeling was mutual.

"I love you. You're everything, a fantastic mother, a perfect wife, my best friend and the hottest lover I could ever want."

Constance smiled into her wife's shoulder. "That's exactly how I think of you Darling. I don't know what I did to deserve you but I will never stop being grateful that I have you."

Imogen was drifting to sleep as she held her lover close, dropping one final kiss on the dark hair and keeping her warm against the frigid January air.

"You'll always have me Sweetheart and anything that comes our way we'll deal with it, together."

AN1: Ominous words?

AN2: Obviously I am not a doctor, I based Imogen's appendicitis on what happened to a friend plus what I found on various websites.

AN3: As for the pictures…well, after I saw a certain image from a play on Tumblr, I had to find a way to fit it in. And you know, they ARE married…;)

Finally, thanks for reading. Maybe it wasn't what you expected but who knows what will happen in their future. Any ideas are more than welcome.