Julie was dancing around the kitchen. She hoped the neighbors didn't mind as she sang.

"What's the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What's the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please, 'cause I have to know
I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow."

She turned to see Tim smiling at her. She danced over and kissed his check, but before she could dance away, he grabbed her and kissed her properly. When the kiss ended the needle was bouncing back and forth at the end of the vinyl making a scratching sound.

"Did you have a good day?" Julie asked.

"It was fine, but Dad asked why I was so happy."

Tim smiled and Julie felt excitement in her belly. She was aware of every twinge and feeling from that region of her body. Tim had explained to her about the cells multiplying and growing to about the size of a bean.

"You'll never keep this to yourself. We need to tell your parents, before they figure it out. Although I haven't really been sick yet. Do you think we should be worried?"

"Not everyone feels unwell, you've got other symptoms that tell me there's no need for worry."

Julie looked down. Her normally large breasts were swollen and painfully tender.

"But it's exciting and we still have how many more weeks?"

"Thirty-two, give or take. We can tell Mum and Dad, because you should get started with antenatal visits."

"But you tell me all I need to know…"

"Jules, you need someone aside from me."

"Mum?" she asked.

"I think you should let her be a mum and not a midwife. I know she'll support you the way a mum should," Tim said.

"You're probably right. I might not want her looking at me down there… and if I had an embarrassing question…"

"What kind of embarrassing question?"

"I don't know… maybe about sex or something…"

Tim laughed. "Jules, you do know that I know the answers to all the embarrassing questions. Like… how it won't hurt our baby one little bit."

Julie sashayed away from Tim and put on another single. Tim went about laying the table as she dished out the food. She sang along.

"When I need love
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day"

####

Tim looked up from The Lancet over at Julie and smiled.

And she worries about not having symptoms.

She was stretched out with her book on her chest. Hard to believe she had been dancing around an hour ago, because she was fast asleep. He had her feet in his lap so he was reluctant to move.

Ever since her missed cycle, she'd been on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment she was extremely happy and the next she worried about the smallest thing. He had been able to calm her, only because she respected his medical knowledge.

The worst was the moment, she realized that eventually the baby had to come out. He tried to explain all the ways her body was made for just that - her hips, the elasticity of the birth canal. Eventually he reminded her that Kate lived through it once and was willingly doing it again.

"I've always been much stronger than Kate," she said and seemed appeased. Tim had no doubt her concerns would surface again as she approached full term.

Tim smile at his beautiful, sleeping wife.

They decided to visit his parents together to share their news. Mum was surprised to see them on Saturday afternoon. Tim watched as she eyed Julie carefully. Suddenly he wondered if she'd been doing that every time they visited and he was just noticing.

Before they could say anything, Shelagh said, "How are you feeling, Julie dear."

Patrick said, "Has she been ill? Tim, you never mentioned…"

"No Dad, she's not ill." He saw Mum smiling and said, "Ask Mum, she seems to have sorted it on her own."

"Patrick, you're going to be a grandfather!" Shelagh said with more excitement than when she announced their ill fated camping trip years ago.

"Well that's a cause for celebration," Patrick said beaming.

Tim asked, "Is there cake?"

"You'll have to settle for tea and biscuits." Shelagh said before turning all her attention to Julie, as she asked how she was feeling.

Tim felt his father patting him on the back. He knew he was proud of him. Tim took the praise, but was well aware that his role had been quite easy. He'd been practicing for sometime, but wasn't about to share this thought with his father.

Both his siblings were out, so they'd be told the good news later. Tim listened as Mum discussed midwives with Julie.

####

Julie shouldn't have been surprised that Mum guessed. Now she was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

She made eye contact with Tim, who said, "Mum, you have to go easy. It's a lot for Jules to take in. It's all rather new to her."

"Oh of course, dear. I'm just so excited. I'll be a granny!"

Julie let the others talk as she enjoyed her tea and biscuits. Her thoughts were interrupted by Patrick.

"I might have guessed myself," Patrick said pointing to the biscuit plate.

Julie murmured, "Sorry."

She had somehow managed to eat most of the biscuits.

"Don't apologize dear. I completely understand," Mum said.

Julie nervously brushed some pink crumbs off her jumper.

####

Tim and Julie had spent their first Christmas together as a married couple. The realization that next Christmas they'd be parents added to the excitement.

Tim's present to his brother was delayed for three days. On the twenty-ninth, they stood in line for hours to see the film that had taken America by storm. It had opened in two theatres in London two days prior.

Teddy talked about nothing, but the film for weeks. Suddenly R2-D2, C-3PO, Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker were all he spoke about.

For the first time, he found something he loved more than footy. Tim felt quite proud that he was able to bring Teddy to the film.

As nineteen-seventy-eight was ushered in, Tim knew he wouldn't be saving the Galactic Empire, but it was going to be a very special year.

Just a little shout out to any Star Wars fans out there. I am not one of them, but I appreciate the importance in pop culture.