Sylvia sighed softly as she snuggled into Charles, snuggling into the crook of his neck tiredly.
It had been a week since they had been on the ferry in France, a week since she had quarrelled with her mother, and now they were in their home in Southampton.
Her long brown hair was tied messily in a bobble, and draped over her left shoulder, falling more over her shoulder as she snuggled into Charlie.
She felt Charles's arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him, and opening one eye, he gazed down at his wife. Sylvia chuckled and kissed his cheek ever so lightly.
"You'll be late," she murmured softly, smiling as he pulled her closer.
"I'm off sick remember," he teased, kissing her neck.
She laughed softly, lacing her fingers through his sandy blonde hair affectionately.
Charles had been taken off of duty because of his bad ankle, but already he was getting under her feet with fussing too much, but she knew that he was just trying to help out where he could.
He nuzzled her softly, the stubble on his chin rubbed against her bare skin, which sent a pleasant tingle through her body.
"I'll cut that garden today," he murmured, his brilliant blue eyes sparkled.
Sylvia looked impressed. "Don't overdo it. I don't want you hurting your ankle."
"Oh, I'm only walking up and down, it's not hiking, is it?" he chirped, finally sitting up and stretching, the muscles flexed in his back showing his strength as he reached up, his fingers linked together as he stretched his arms full out towards the ceiling before he clambered out of bed and pulled out a pair of old work trousers.
Sylvia sat up herself, and took the bobble out of her hair, listening to Charlie babble on about some new apple trees that he had bought off of a friend from the market. Just as she was about to shake her long brown hair loose to rid of the tangled knots, she felt dizzy.
"Syl?" Charles noted the expression on her face and knelt beside her as she suddenly covered her face with her hands.
"Love, what is it?"
"I feel ever so sick," she mumbled, gazing at him with puppy dog like eyes.
"You've gone as white as a sheet." He declared, feeling her forehead.
"You're freezing Syl…" he took the duvet and wrapped it around her, putting her back to bed.
"Oh Charlie there's housework and stuff t-"
"Bugger off, you've done it all. If you polish that worktop anymore there'll be none of it left." He stated, fluffing up her pillow.
"I'll go fetch you a bucket…."
Sylvia pouted as she watched Charles jog down the stairs. He returned swiftly with a glass of ice-cold water and a bucket that looked like it had seen better days.
He perched beside her, matching her puppy dog like gaze.
"Cheer up love. It could be worse – you could still be mopping the floor for that bossy old cow."
Sylvia laughed a little at that and leant back into the two pillows he had shoved behind her.
A noise against the window averted their attention then, and Charles let out a deep sigh. "So much for cutting the grass and planting those apple trees," he muttered, watching the rain as it lashed at the leaded windows.
"You could always join me, I mean you are supposed to be off sick." Said Sylvia.
Charles chuckled. It didn't sound a bad idea.
"Alright." He agreed finally, clambering over onto his side of the bed and picking up a book what he had been reading.
Sylvia snuggled close to him, warming up a little more.
"You're burning up." He declared.
"No I'm not, I'm still cold," she argued, snuggling closer.
"You are."
"I'm not- Charlie – Really I'm…..I'm…."
"Gonna be sick?"
She nodded and as she bobbed her head over the bed and into the bucket he quickly grabbed what he could of her hair gently to stop it from getting caught up.
"Easy…" He murmured, not really enjoying watching as he tied her hair up.
"I'll be right back, alright? Don't move." He ordered.
Sylvia gave him a long look as she watched him disappear downstairs.
XxxX
Sylvia was feeling sorry for herself when the doctor arrived. Charles looked worried as he watched the examination.
"Well….It isn't flu, or food poisoning." He chirped.
"In fact, I'd say it's all rather good news."
"Well it don't look good to me," muttered Charlie.
"It looked like she was dying earlier, if she'd have been a dog I'd have put her down."
"Charlie!" squeaked Sylvia, staring at her husband in horror.
The doctor chuckled.
"I believe, officer, that your wife is with child. Congratulations. I'll see myself out."
Sylvia watched as Charlie leaned back on the dresser in shock.
"I'm gonna be a dad."
She bit her lip and watched his reaction closely.
It wasn't until he started laughing that she realised he was delighted.
"C'mere," he murmured, striding over to Sylvia and hugging her tightly.
She smiled as he hugged her, and kissed his neck gently.
"You, are amazing, d'you know that?" he murmured, his fingers laced through her medium length hair.
She chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around him.
Finally, life seemed to be looking up.
A/N – I apologise for taking so long with this….I kind of didn't really know what to write for this bit, but I hope this will do