AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic contains giant spoilers for Series 6. If you don't want to be spoiled, stop reading now.
Okay?
You've been warned.
"How's the patient?" Patrick asked in a low voice.
Shelagh paused in her perusal of the new patient files. "Mrs. Smith?"
After an astonishing appointment with Dr. Horringer last week, they'd decided to keep the news of their unexpected pregnancy to themselves, for now; Shelagh was only a few weeks along and they both still felt a bit stunned. But they'd developed a kind of code for talking about their happy secret in public. Shelagh wasn't sure how effective their system was. Patrick grinned like an idiot every time "Mrs. Smith" was mentioned. She swallowed her own grin now as she answered.
"Better than she was this morning." She glanced at Sister Ursula's retreating back and pursed her lips in annoyance. "Patrick, do you think Sister Ursula suspects?"
Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Did she say anything to you?"
"No," Shelagh said, thumbing the edge of the appointment book. "Only a stern reminder about emphasizing good nutrition to mothers, especially when eating for two. No more biscuits at clinic, unless you've keeled over."
Patrick let out a snort of laughter. "I was going to offer to pick up fish and chips for dinner, in case y– Mrs. Smith – felt too tired to cook. But I don't think Sister Ursula would approve."
"Fish?" Shelagh felt the bile rise in her throat. She hastily popped another Rennie in her mouth. "Oh Patrick, don't even mention that."