Deeper than the Pacific

by HarleQueen21

Post s3. Phryne arrives back in Australia and is instantly thrown into a case which nearly costs her her life. As they work on new cases together, Phryne and Jack must also confront the mystery surrounding their own relationship, which is further complicated by an unexpected surprise which will change both their lives forever.

39. Chapter 31 pt 2

Phryne smiled automatically in response to Sheila Robinson, who was considering her with a look of genuine maternal approval. Her eyes were gentle but intelligent, her hands warm and confident, her manner assured. Phryne quickly ascertained that she was a woman who was kind and nurturing, intelligent and determined, resolute and capable, all of which were qualities she had passed on to her son. Phryne liked her immediately.

"Thank you" Phryne replied gently. "Please, call me Phryne".

"Thank you, Phryne" she replied, her warm eyes meeting her gaze. Miss Fisher was indeed very beautiful, with her dark hair and pale skin and delicate features. She had the most incredibly bright green eyes, which were warm and intelligent. She seemed so different, so exotic, and so incredibly interesting and lovely and modern. Sheila liked her instantly, and immediately understood why Jack adored her. She smiled at her warmly before turning towards Dot and Jane.

"Please allow me to introduce my companion, Dorothy Collins, and my ward, Jane" Phryne said, as the women in question stepped forward and greeted their first visitor.

"It's lovely to meet you both" Sheila said sincerely, clasping Dot's hands warmly and then Jane's, who smiled down upon her. The sound of footsteps by the parlour door attracted everyone's attention towards it. "May I introduce you to my family?" Sheila asked politely.

"Please" Phryne replied warmly.

Sheila Robinson nodded, lowered their joined hands, and turned her head to face the door where her daughter and grandchildren were now standing. Phryne looked up and observed a pretty brunette in her early thirties, with deep brown eyes and pale skin, her curved figure taller and slightly slimmer than her mother's. She was wearing a cream gown with lace detail which had been recently tailored and freshly dry cleaned. She had the same kind and intelligent countenance as her mother and brother, and exuded maternity and warmth, which was personified by the fact that she was currently holding a little girl with dark blonde curls to her chest. The little girl was around three years old, wore a dark blue dress and white tights, and a pair of shining black shoes. Her face was buried in her mother's hair and she appeared to be asleep.

"This is my daughter, Anna" Sheila announced warmly. Phryne smiled and walked towards her with Sheila. "And this is her daughter, Caroline."

"It's lovely to meet you, Anna" she greeted warmly, accepting her free hand and clasping it.

"And you, Miss Fisher" she replied, her voice low and gentle. She had the same kindly and soothing manner which apparently ran in the family, and Phryne felt ever calmer.

"Please, call me Phryne" she said politely, as her eyes drifted from the pretty's brunette's to the small child she was cradling. Anna saw her trying to gage whether the child was awake or not and smiled, before tilting her head down and speaking to her.

"Caroline, darling" she said gently, which was met with a small noise from the child, who shifted slightly in her mother's arms, splaying her fingers and capturing her beautiful hair. "We're at Miss Phryne's house, sweetheart. Can you say hello?" she coaxed. Phryne watched as the little girl turned her head to the side and looked at Phryne, her deep brown eyes scanning her quickly, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Hello Miss Finey" she said gently, her voice low and tired. Phryne never knew how to speak to children this young, and her ignorance in the field worried her, especially in her current circumstances. But her mispronunciation of her name reminded her of Lucy Daniels, and she smiled.

"Hello, Caroline" Phryne said, dropping her voice and speaking to her soothingly. She felt Jack's eyes upon her. "Are you tired?" she asked. Caroline shook her head resolutely and nuzzled back into her mother's shoulder, as she attempted not to close her eyes. Phryne and Anna exchanged a look and they smiled at each other.

"And these are my sons" Anna stated, turning to her right as she adjusted her hold on Caroline. "Don't be shy, boys, it's alright" she assured them, her voice loving and confident.

Phryne watched as a small boy, who she knew to be five years of age, stepped out from his mother and smiled politely. He was wearing grey trousers and a matching jacket, a white shirt which he had by some minor miracle managed to keep clean, and smart black shoes. He had the same colour hair as his sister, which appeared to be similarly curled, though cut neatly. His hands were clasped behind his back, where he appeared to be holding something. He had handsome features and deep, honest eyes, and Phryne smiled upon him.

"You must be Jacob" she said, bending down slightly offering her his hand. He looked at her hand and nodded.

"Yes, Miss Finey" he replied, following his sister's cue. Phryne smiled. Before she could utter another word, he brought his hands out from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of roses, which were pink and white and red, bound together and covered in secured with brown paper. "These are for you" he declared proudly. Sheila, Anna and Jack smiled. Phryne gasped and crouched down before him and accepted the flowers, which smelled divine, before smiling up at him.

"Thank you so much, they're beautiful" she replied gently, her eyes bright and her features animated. "I'm going to put them in this very room" she assured him. Jacob smiled.

"They're from nana's garden" he informed her.

"Are they?" Phryne asked, as she slowly got to her feet, her eyes not leaving his. Jacob nodded.

"I picked them" he informed her.

"Along with half of my orchids, I'm afraid" Sheila informed Phryne in a gentle voice, which was warm and devoid of anger or blame. Phryne smiled.

"You have excellent taste, Jacob" she informed him. "I adore them. Thank you so much" she said sincerely. She was deeply touched.

"And this is Daniel" Anna informed her, looking towards an older boy who was standing next to Jack and looking nervous. Phryne adopted a warm smile and reassuring expression as she slowly approached him.

"Hello" she said gently, as she met the eyes of the little boy who looked almost exactly like his brother. He was several inches taller and his hair not quite as curly, but they shared the same deep, honest eyes, pale skin and familiar features. "I'm Phryne. It's lovely to meet you" she said kindly, her voice low and soothing, a tone a mother might use to reassure a frightened child. Daniel edged slightly closer to Jack and nodded, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before faltering, Phryne nodded and stood before Jack.

"I'm sorry, he can be rather shy" Anna explained gently.

"Oh, that's alright" Phryne said sincerely, her warm eyes returning to Daniel's, who was considering her with an intelligent and analytical expression which reminded her of Jack. The little boy was not quite as confident as his brother, and by the way he was looking around the room he appeared a little overwhelmed by these new and unusual surroundings. He was considering the room and its contents carefully, with intelligent and analytical eyes in a manner which reminded Phryne of Jack at a crime scene. Daniel was leaning against Jack, whose hand was placed gently on his shoulder, which seemed to reassure him somewhat. Phryne knew how frightening new surroundings could be, especially for a child, and most certainly when it involved meeting strange new people. She wanted to reassure the child, but she wasn't sure of how to precisely. But her instincts guided her, and she tried to speak to him once more. "Are you hungry, Daniel?" she asked gently. The little boy looked up at Phryne keenly and he nodded slowly in response. Phryne smiled warmly at him. "Dinner isn't quite ready yet, but we have some sandwiches and cakes and other things just over here, if you would like something?" she asked. Daniel's eyes followed her hand towards the table, which he looked at longingly, before looking up at his mother, who nodded.

"Use a plate, darling, and try not to make a mess on Miss Phryne's lovely Persian rug" Anna said gently, as her eyes began to scan the room for other things her children might inadvertently break or scuff or damage. She remembered when Jacob was two and he knocked over one of Rosie's crystal vases, and she gave him such a withering look that she pulled her son protectively into her arms; though admittedly, Rosie did recover herself quickly and assure them that it was quite alright. She always dreaded taking the children to the house when Rosie and Jack were married; Rosie was a good person and Jack cared for her, but she always felt as though she disapproved of her and her children. But it was quite clear that Miss Fisher was very different from Rosie. Anna looked towards her and watched as Phryne gave her a reassuring look and gentle smile.

"Would you like something, Jacob?" she asked, turning her attention to Daniel's brother.

"Yes please" he said with a charming smile, before stepping forward and taking Phryne's hand, and leading her towards the table as if he was uncertain if she knew where it was.

Jack smiled as he watched Jacob lead Phryne towards the table and point to the food he would like. Daniel, who still seemed uncertain of this big and unfamiliar house, was guided towards the table by Jack, who assisted him with his food. Jack looked up at Phryne, who was assisting Jacob, and their eyes met for a moment. Jack's mother and sister watched as Jack looked at his fiancée with a tender and loving expression, which she smiled at in response, before they continued to assist the children with their food. Anna stepped towards her mother and they exchanged a look.

"She's lovely" Anna declared warmly, watching the well-dressed and wealthy Miss Fisher interact effortlessly with her children.

"Yes, she is" Sheila agreed, her warm eyes watching the scene before them, as they slowly made their way towards the table.

Drinks and light refreshments were liberally disbursed, Anna and the children were introduced to Dot and Jane, and then Phryne and her guests sat down in the parlour. Anna and her mother sat on the chaise lounge with Caroline, and Daniel sat close to his mother with his plate of food and his orange squash. The confident Jacob was standing by armchair in which Jack was sitting, eating his snacks and talking to him happily. Phryne's chair was beside his, and Dot and Jane were sat in the chairs opposite Mrs Robinson and her daughter. The company were talking happily about the train journey (and a rather grumpy guard, who Jacob made the grave error of accidentally tripping up on his toy train), just as Mr Butler entered the room.

"Ah, Mr Butler" Phryne said warmly, rising to her feet and holding the bouquet of flowers. "Please allow me to introduce our houseguests" she said warmly, as the party turned towards him. "This is Mrs Sheila Robinson, Mrs Anna Ryan, Masters Daniel and Jacob James and Miss Caroline James" she explained.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all" he said warmly. Sheila smiled, Anna held Caroline close and nodded warmly, and the children stared up at the well-dressed man with wide eyes. "If there's anything you require please do not hesitate to let me know."

"That's very kind, Mr Butler, thank you" replied Sheila warmly, smiling upon Phryne's butler as though he were an old friend. "And thank you for these refreshments" she added, "they are greatly appreciated."

"Not at all, Mrs Robinson" he responded, before turning towards Phryne. "Dinner will be ready at six o'clock, Miss" he informed her.

"That's perfect, thank you Mr B" she smiled, as she walked over to him with her flowers. "Would you please be able to put these in a vase for me?" she asked gently. He smiled in response and accepted the bouquet.

"Of course, Miss Fisher" he responded. "The ornate black vase with the green and red floral design, perhaps?"

"I trust your judgement implicitly" Phryne declared. Mr Butler smiled at her warmly and left the room, returning what seemed like mere moments later with the vase, which he placed upon the mantel. He smiled at the guests and quietly left the room.

"What a lovely man" Sheila commented, as Caroline sat on her lap and reached for another cheese straw. Her grandmother passed her one and helped her to hold it correctly.

"Yes, he is" she affirmed, sitting in her chair beside Jack and picking up her alcohol-less cocktail as her guests sipped red wine. Anna smiled and cast an appreciative glance around the room.

"You have a beautiful home, Phryne" she said, fighting her instincts to refer to her brother's fiancée as 'Miss Fisher'.

"Thank you" Phryne said, lowering her drink. "I bought it about three years ago when I returned to Australia from England" she explained. "I'd be happy to show you around after dinner, if you'd care to?"

"That would be lovely, thank you" Anna agreed.

"Yes, thank you" her mother added warmly. Phryne nodded.

Phryne was feeling very calm and relaxed surrounded by Jack's family, who were lovely people and very pleasant company. The conversation was comfortable and effortless, they were kind and interesting people, and the children were quite charming. Though she was concerned about Daniel, who she was beginning to feel might be frightened of her for some reason. Presently, Dorothy and Jane were currently standing by the piano, helping Jacob to choose music, and then dancing together and laughing. Daniel, who had been close to his mother for the first twenty minutes or so, wandered off to consider Phryne's innumerable book shelves, which he was presently surveying with great interest.

As Phryne's mind wandered to the subject of these children, Caroline eased herself off her mother's lap and picked up a small iced cake from the table, which she held in her hand like a delicate bird, before turning back to her mother with a cheeky smile. Anna gasped and smiled in response, before reaching out towards her and attempting to pick her up. Little Caroline deftly avoided her mother's grasp and looked up towards Phryne, who was sat directly opposite. Caroline smiled and walked towards her, her eyes bright and her smile sweet and contagious, as she walked past Jack and towards Phryne, who was watching her with interest. Caroline then proceeded to place one hand on Phryne's knee and attempt to climb up onto her lap without relinquishing her hold on the cake. Phryne heard Anna gasp audibly and move to rise from her seat. Although she did not know much about children, it was clear what this one wanted, and she wanted to reassure Anna that it was absolutely fine; she could imagine how nervous a mother would be bringing her three young children into a stranger's house, especially when that stranger was titled and wealthy and had many beautifully tempting breakables adorning various shelves and cabinets. Although Phryne would not have minded if something was accidentally broken, she could only imagine Anna's anxiety on the subject. She looked down at the little girl at her legs and smiled.

"Hello, Caroline" Phryne said gently, before placing her hands beneath Caroline's arms and gently lifting her onto her lap. She sat her so that her legs dangled over the right leg and she was facing Jane and Dorothy. Caroline swung her legs and giggled.

"Phryne, I'm so sorry" Anna said gently, her confident tone marred with embarrassment and concern; she didn't want to think about how expensive Miss Fisher's dress was, and the idea of her little girl smearing vanilla icing into it didn't bear thinking about. Phryne, who understood her concerns but did not share them, smiled at her warmly.

"Don't be, it's fine" she said with ease, as she drew her left arm across Caroline to support her. Caroline giggle again and titled her head up towards Phryne, raising her hand towards her mouth and smiling. Phryne could feel Jack's eyes upon her.

"Cake?" she offered, placing it near Phryne's mouth. Anna inhaled sharply and Phryne giggled in response to the little girl.

"It's yours, sweetheart, you enjoy it" Phryne replied. "I've eaten far too many already" she whispered. Caroline giggled and leaned against her chest, kicking her little legs as she began to eat the cake, littering Phryne and the chair in crumbs. Anna's concern was almost palpable.

"It's fine, really" Phryne said warmly as she met her gaze. Anna seemed to believe her, and nodded gently.

"Jack tells me that you're a detective, Phryne" Sheila said, wishing to allay her daughter's concerns. Phryne turned towards her and nodded.

"I am" she replied. "In fact, I solved my first case with Jack" she said, turning towards him.

"Your first case?" Jack asked, raising his eyebrows as he spoke. Phryne smiled.

"Our first case, then" she conceded. Jack smirked and suppressed a laugh. Sheila and Anna both noticed how happy and relaxed he seemed, which they had not witnessed in a long time. They found themselves loving Phryne more.

"It must be thrilling" Anna stated, prompting Phryne to turn towards her. "I'm a school teacher, so the most dangerous situations I find myself in are when we run out of milk at snack time." Phryne giggled and nodded in understanding; Jack had informed her that his sister was a teacher, and she could picture her in her role perfectly. She was kind, and conscientious and very attentive, the paragon of maternity. Phryne felt suddenly quite warm and nervous, and slowly lowered her eyes to Caroline, who felt heavy against her chest. Phryne placed her left hand on her soft dark curls and drew them away from her face, which revealed that the little girl was asleep. Sheila followed Phryne's gentle eyes and smiled.

"She likes you" Sheila declared. Phryne looked up at her with warm eyes. "You have a way with children, Phryne" she declared. Phryne felt her stomach tighten and was certain she must have paled visibly. She blinked herself out of her stupor and nodded.

"Thank you" she said gently, lowering her hand from Caroline's face.

"You'd make an excellent nurse" Sheila continued. "I was a ward sister for almost thirty years before retiring" she explained. "You could always tell if the nurses were kind and able as the children would trust them" she added. "And children only fall asleep in the arms of people they like and trust" she explained gently. Phryne swallowed and nodded, and found herself anxiously wondering whether her own baby would feel comfortable and trust her enough to fall asleep in her arms.

"How interesting" she remarked. Jack noticed that Phryne appeared nervous, and could tell that she was feeling slightly overwhelmed by the conversation topic. His mother, who was very astute, also seemed to pick up on a slight shift in Miss Fisher's demeanour, and sought to reassure her.

"Jack tells us that you've set a wedding date" Sheila said. Phryne looked up at her and nodded.

"Yes, we have" she explained. "Saturday 12th April" she said gently. Sheila smiled.

"Goodness, that is soon" Anna commented warmly. "How lovely."

"Indeed" stated Sheila. "And I understand that's to be at the Registry Office?" she asked, her tone interested, not accusing.

"Yes, it is" Phryne confirmed. "It will be at 11am on the 12th. It's going to be a small and intimate affair, and we have made plans for the entire weekend, should you be free and able to join us?"

"Of course, we'd be delighted" Sheila replied graciously. "Thank you, Phryne" she added. "Though I'd hate for us to impose on you-"

"There would be no imposition at all, really" she assured her. Sheila considered her words and smiled.

"Will your parents be coming?" Anna asked gently. Phryne inhaled sharply.

"No, I'm afraid they won't" she replied. She watched Anna's expression falter slightly. "They're in Europe and they wouldn't be able to arrive in Australia on time."

"Oh, Phryne, I am sorry" Anna said sympathetically, feeling guilty at having raised the subject. Phryne shook her head.

"Don't be" she said warmly. "You will have the pleasure of meeting my aunt, and I assure you that will be quite enough" she said lightly. Anna laughed in response and Sheila smiled.

"If there's anything you need help with, anything we can assist with at all, please do let us know" Sheila said, looking from Phryne to Jack.

"Thank you" they chorused. Sheila nodded.

"Is that your ring?" the astute Anna asked, nodding towards the ring on Phryne's left hand. Phryne smiled at it and looked up.

"It is" she replied, extending her hand so that both Anna and Sheila could admire it.

"Oh, it's lovely" Anna commented.

"Exquisite" Sheila smiled.

"Who knew you had such wonderful taste in jewellery, Jack?" Anna quipped, causing Jack to raise an eyebrow. "I'll certainly remember that fact on my next birthday" she teased. Phryne smirked and turned towards Jack.

"I'll remind him, don't worry" Phryne assured her.

"Ha! Wonderful" Anna smiled. Jack looked helplessly from Anna to Phryne; it was clear already that they were going to become close friends. He didn't stand a chance. Mercifully, for now at least, he was granted a reprieve in the form of Mr Butler, who came to the room and stood politely in the doorway until Phryne turned towards him.

"Apologies for interrupting, Miss Fisher, but dinner is ready" he said amiably.

"Thank you, Mr B" she returned.

Phryne was about to rise when the weight of the sleeping child who lay against her chest reminded her that sudden movement was ill-advised. She'd never had a child fall asleep on her before, and was not quite sure of the etiquette in such a situation; she didn't wish to wake the child, but at the same time she was required to move. Fortunately for her Anna, who sensed her concern, rose from her chaise lounge and moved towards Phryne, apologising to Phryne and speaking to her kindly as she expertly gathered her young daughter in her arms and lifted her from her lap. As she did so Caroline startled awake and reached out a hand instinctively, grabbing Phryne's necklace and holding it tightly in her wrist as she began to cry tiredly. Anna quickly moved to untangle her daughter's hand from Phryne's beads, flashing her an apologetic glance and poising herself to speak.

"It's fine, don't worry" Phryne assured her as she rose from her seat and adjusted her necklace, her warm eyes remaining on the sleepy child, who was regaining consciousness at the rate of knots. Children really were remarkable. "Are you all ready to go through to dinner?" Phryne asked politely. Her guests nodded and rose, as Phryne and Jack led the way into the dining room, followed by their guests and gentle chatter.

"Are you alright?" Jack asked her quietly, his voice low and gentle, his breath warm upon her skin. She turned towards him.

"I am" she smiled, which seemed to relieve him slightly, as they headed into the dining room.

Phryne stood aside and allowed her guests to filter into the room and behold the feast which was laid out upon the table, which was met by a chorus of gasps and an animated "bonzer!" from Jacob. Phryne smiled and turned towards Sheila and Anna.

"I wasn't sure what everyone would like, and I thought you wouldn't want something too heavy after such a long journey" she explained, gesturing to the food. "So Mr Butler very kindly prepared various foods and dishes which will hopefully appeal to everyone."

The guests looked at the table and considered the buffet before them. There were cold meats consisting of ham, chicken and beef, freshly prepared salads, potato salad, pies, quiches, homemade bread and a selection of cheeses. It was light and refreshing and looked absolutely divine.

"Oh thank you, Phryne, Mr Butler, how very thoughtful" said Sheila as she approached the table. "Thank you" she repeated.

"You are most welcome" Phryne assured her.

"Certainly" Mr Butler affirmed. Sheila smiled.

"You must be famished" Phryne stated, breaking the polite and respectful silence which often occurred after the revealing of Mr Butler's cuisine for the first time. "Please, take a seat and help yourself to anything you like."

Dinner was a pleasant affair with good company and stimulating conversation. The table discussed the house and the wedding, before moving onto other subjects and talking in smaller groups. The children were in an awe-induced silence due to the sheer volume and choice of food, which caused their mother to look towards them several times to ensure that they were both behaving and, in fact, still in the room. Dot, who sensed her concerns, sat beside her and held and fed little Caroline whilst Anna ate, which she was grateful for. They began discussing education and knitting patterns and other child-related matters which kept them engaged for a considerable amount of time. Jane struck up a conversation with Sheila about her time as a sister in a hospital, explaining her own desires to be a doctor. Phryne overheard many medical terms and references in the snippets of conversation which reached her, and could tell from Jane's engaged expression that she found the conversation most stimulating. Phryne was sat beside Jack, and was tentatively eating salad with grilled chicken and some quiche lorraine, and taking small sips from the tall glass of water and ice before her.

"You're quite sure you're alright?" Jack asked gently, observing that she was eating relatively little, but seemed to be content. Phryne looked up at him with warm eyes and, upon sensing his concern for her, reached a hand across the table and held his tightly in hers. Sheila Robinson, who was describing how to stitch wounds to Jane, caught the gesture out of the corner of her eye and smiled.

"Yes, Jack" she replied, her eyes alight, a warm smile upon her face. "Your family are wonderful and I am so glad that I got to meet them before the wedding" she explained. Jack smiled gently and nodded.

"They think you're wonderful too" he replied.

"They certainly are very intelligent and perceptive individuals" she stated, feigning arrogance. Jack smirked. "Though I don't think Daniel is too fond of me" she commented gently, her eyes drifting towards him, and watching as he buttered his bread. "He seems wary of me" she explained. She felt Jack's hand squeeze hers gently and she looked back towards him.

"He's quite shy, at first" he explained gently. "But he's very intelligent, incredibly perceptive, as you so astutely pointed out" he smiled. Phryne returned the gentle smile and nodded. "He'll be fine once he gets to know you" he added.

"Alright" she said gently. "Thank you, Jack" she added.

"Uncle Jack!" called Jacob, causing them both to turn towards him. "Can you tell me the story about the police lady again at bedtime?" he asked.

"The police lady?" Phryne asked, flashing a quizzical expression at Jack who, it seemed, was blushing slightly.

"Yes, Jacob" he assured him. "As long as you're good." Jacob nodded keenly and returned his attention to his food. The boy had the appetite of a whole battalion of soldiers. Phryne smiled.

"Jack?" Phryne prompted. "Will you tell me the story, too?" she asked sweetly. Jack smiled.

"Jacob has always loved stories, especially detective ones" he began. Phryne nodded and continued to listen attentively. "After I met you I had the idea to tell him stories not just about men solving crimes but women too" he explained. "Obviously the stories are made more child-friendly, but the protagonist remains the same" he added, hoping this would be the end of Phryne's interrogation, but knowing that it wouldn't. He could feel his eyes upon her.

"You based the protagonist in these stories on me?" she asked gently. She had no idea that he had done so, and she felt quite touched. Jack looked up at her.

"I did" he confirmed, reaching for his water and taking a sip.

"But you made her a Police lady" she observed. "So she has to follow the rules?" she asked, horrified. Jack smirked in response.

"Some of them, Miss Fisher, yes" he smiled. She scoffed. "The heroine is brave, intelligent and compassionate, and Jacob absolutely adores her" he stated. Phryne smiled. "He asks for a new story every time we speak."

"Clearly a man of excellent taste" she said with a smile.

"Clearly" Jack agreed, taking another sip of his water.

"So will you tell me these stories?" Phryne repeated. Jack turned towards her with a serious expression.

"I wouldn't want to frighten you" he teased. Phryne burst out laughing.

After dinner and dessert the majority of the party returned to the parlour, with the exception of Phryne, Sheila and Anna, who embarked on their tour of the house. Phryne took them to the ground-floor rooms and garden first, before leading them upstairs. She showed them to their rooms, where Mr Butler had put their bags, and then to the other rooms on that floor. She showed them the staircase to the attic room which was Dot's, but did not venture inside her staff's quarters out of respect for their privacy. The final room she showed them upstairs was her own bedroom, which they both adored.

"Oh, the colours" gasped Anna, who was in awe of the décor. "Phryne, it's stunning, truly. I've never seen anything like it."

"Thank you" Phryne said, as she and her guests walked about the room. She was showing Sheila her beautiful full-length mirror with the intricate design when they heard a gasp of 'oh' from behind them. Phryne turned around and quickly saw what the cause was, and found herself suppressing a small smile; Anna had found the nude portrait of her by Sarcelle. Phryne walked towards her and Sheila followed.

"That picture was painted by an artist I knew in Paris" she explained. Anna turned towards her and nodded.

"It's… it's lovely" she stammered, blushing slightly and offering Phryne an apologetic smile. Phryne laughed.

"I think so" she smiled, as Sheila stepped beside her and looked at it with an appreciative eye.

"My, my, it is exquisite, my dear" she said affectionately. "Jack mentioned that you were in Paris for a couple of years after the war." Phryne nodded.

"I was" she confirmed. "My unit arrived in Paris at the end of the war and I lived there for a while. I was an artist's model" she explained.

"That must have been wonderful" Anna said. Phryne remembered Paris, the company, the food, the atmosphere, the freedom, and the celebrations of life. She also remembered poverty, hunger, death and Rene. She inhaled sharply and offered her guests a warm smile. "It was bittersweet" she admitted. "Beautiful and devastating at the same time" she added, her eyes fixed upon the painting. "It was revolutionary" she added.

"I can see that" Anna smiled. "I've always thought how wonderful it must be to be an artist's model" she mused. Phryne turned towards her with a gentle expression. "To be encapsulated on a canvas. A moment of your life, when you are young and beautiful and free, preserved in oil paint and colour" she said gently. Phryne smiled.

"It's never too late" Phryne said gently. Anna smiled.

"Perhaps" she agreed. "But I have dozens of drawings my children have done of me over the years" she said with affection. "We're very lucky to have people who keep us alive in art" she added, smiling fondly at Phryne. Phryne felt her stomach tighten with anxiety and nodded in agreement.

"Indeed we are" she smiled.

Phryne showed her guests a few other pieces of artwork in her room, as well as her malachite bath tub which Anna was amazed by, before leading them back into the corridor and heading towards the staircase. Before they reached the top step the sound of Caroline crying could be heard, and Anna excused herself from her company and walked briskly down the stairs.

"Phryne" Sheila said, prompting her hostess to turn towards her just as she reached the top step. "Thank you so much for inviting us here" she said warmly. "I know it must have been a rather daunting prospect, your future husband's mother, sister and three young children" she explained.

"No, Sheila, not at all" she assured her. "I'm very glad we were able to meet at last" she added. Sheila smiled.

"As am I, dear" she responded, using an affectionate term for Phryne once more. "Jack speaks of you frequently, and it is so wonderful to finally meet you" she added, with such warmth and sincerity that Phryne felt humbled. "He's seemed so much happier since you've been in his life, and I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am to you for that" she added.

"It's an honour to meet you and your family, too" Phryne said gently. "And I hope he's happy, more than anything" she stated with conviction. "He's made me very happy too" she added. Sheila smiled at her warmly and took her hand.

"I'm so glad you found each other" she said passionately. Phryne smiled and nodded.

"So am I" she breathed, her voice low and slightly more emotional than she had intended. Sheila smiled, patted her hand, and descended the staircase. Phryne, who was quite touched by the exchange, followed.

Phryne and Sheila walked into the parlour and smiled immediately at the sight before them. Jane and Dot were by the gramophone, selecting records and dancing with Jacob again, who was smiling and laughing. Little Caroline was standing beside her brother, holding onto his side and trying to imitate his dance, before performing one of her own. Jack and Anna were sat together deep in conversation. Anna had her hand on his and was talking to him and smiling, and Jack was listening intently and nodding in response, commenting occasionally and appearing perfectly happy and content. He looked up as Phryne entered the room with his mother. Phryne smiled at him. Anna rose from her seat (which had been Phryne's), but Phryne waved and assured her it was fine, as Sheila sat on the chaise lounge opposite her children. Phryne was about to sit down beside her when she noticed the figure of Daniel standing by one of her bookshelves towards the back of the room, his hand poised upon a certain book. She remembered Jack's words, inhaled deeply and headed towards him.

"Hello" she said gently, causing Daniel to turn around slowly and look up at her with those deep, intelligent eyes, as he lowered his hand from the shelf as though fearing he was in trouble. "Oh, no, please, help yourself to any book you choose" she responded, watching as he appeared to be considering whether to remove The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes from its place on her shelf. "That is an excellent choice" she commended. He smiled, very slightly, in response. "Do you like to read?" she asked.

"Yes" he replied quietly, offering her a tight and nervous smile.

"Me too" she said gently. "Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is a wonderful writer. Do you like detective stories?"

"Yes" he responded. She smiled.

"Have you read Sexton Blake?" she asked. He nodded. "There are some papers which feature his stories in the cupboard just over there" she explained, indicating towards the area in question with her finger. Daniel followed her finger and considered the spot, before turning back towards her. "I'm quite fond of Sexton Blake myself" she admitted. Daniel smiled.

"Thank you" he said, his voice low and gentle, and soothing like Jack's. She smiled.

"You are very welcome" she assured him. "Please, do help yourself" she smiled, before turning on the spot and leaving him to his reading. Jack, who had watched the exchange with interest, smiled as she returned and took up her seat on the chaise lounge. He turned towards her with a warm expression.

"I was just telling my mother and Anna that we thought everyone might like to spend tomorrow at the beach" he explained. Phryne nodded.

"Yes" she confirmed. "It should be a beautiful day. I bought some buckets and spades and things for the children, and Mr Butler is willing to prepare a picnic for us all to take. We could swim and sunbathe and read and have a very relaxing day" she suggested. Sheila smiled.

"That sounds perfect" she stated.

"The children will love it, Phryne, thank you" Anna added. Phryne smiled.

"Nana!" called Caroline, prompting Sheila to turn around to find her granddaughter standing on the floor a few feet behind her and reaching for her.

"Carrie" she smiled, rising from her seat and walking towards her.

Phryne watched as Sheila Robinson walked over to her granddaughter, spoke to her briefly, lifted her into her arms and began to dance. Phryne smiled and watched as the little girl laughed gleefully as they danced. Jane and Dot watched the scene with amusement, putting on another record which was even livelier, and prompting Caroline to jump excitedly against her grandmother. Anna chuckled and Phryne looked towards her and Jack, who were both smiling.

"My mother, Phryne, is very spritely" she explained. Phryne smiled.

"I think she's wonderful" she commented. Anna smiled.

"She thinks the same about you" she responded. Phryne smiled politely. "So" she began, leaning forward. "Have you worked on any interesting cases recently?" she asked, her keen eyes drifting from Phryne to Jack. Phryne smiled.

"Well…" she began.

The next couple of hours were spent with music, dancing, light refreshments and pleasant conversation. The atmosphere was happy and lively and everyone appeared to be having a wonderful time. Phryne spent the majority of the evening speaking with Jack, Sheila and Anna, whose company and conversations she enjoyed immeasurably. Shortly before 9pm Caroline walked tiredly towards her mother and rose her arms up in the air. Anna smiled and lifted her up, holding her close to her chest. Phryne watched with interest as Caroline wrapped her little legs around her mother's waist, before pressing her right cheek to her chest and beginning to suck her thumb. Phryne considered this for several moments and wondered whether she would be capable of providing her own child with that degree of comfort and safety, which caused her previously calm and animated mood to falter. Jack, who had noticed Phryne watching his sister with his niece and observed the worried look in her eyes, put his hand over hers and squeezed it reassuringly. The action drew Phryne instantly from her thoughts and she turned towards him with her bright, inquisitive eyes. She watched as Jack leaned forward slightly and looked upon her with concern.

"Phryne" he said gently, as she held his hand in her own.

"I'm fine" she said dismissively, offering him a small smile.

"Miss Phryne!" called Jane, causing both her and Jack to turn towards her. Jane was holding one of Phryne's favourite records in the air and smiling. Phryne smiled back and nodded, prompting her to put it on the gramophone. Phryne turned back towards Jack, who was watching her expectantly.

"I'm fine" she repeated, leaning forward and placing a deep, sensual kiss upon his lips, before removing her hand from his and walking towards Jane.

Jack watched as the music started and Jane reached for Phryne's hands, and they danced together to the song, as Sheila and Jacob began to move in time to the music as well. He observed the look of happiness on Phryne's face, her smile as she interacted with Jane, who she absolutely adored. Her eyes were bright and her expression animated, devoid of that terrified, uncertain look which marred her features just moments before. Jack's eyes drifted back towards his sister, who was cradling Caroline close to her chest, and rocking her soothingly as she fell asleep. Their eyes met and she smiled warmly at her brother, who returned the smile and nodded gently, as the sound of Phryne's laughter reached his ears. His eyes drifted from Phryne to Anna, from Caroline to Jane, and then focused upon Phryne; she was brave and she was loving and she was fearless, a warrior for women and for justice, and a paragon of modernity and innovation. But this was very new territory for her, and she was afraid, and as he watched her dancing happily with Jane he tried desperately to think how he could help her.

The music continued for another half an hour or so before the children, who had been dancing or reading, were no longer able to hide their exhaustion. Caroline had been asleep for a short while, Jacob was leaning tiredly against his grandmother, and Daniel was sitting in an armchair by the bookshelf at the back of the room rubbing his eyes, as is head drooped over and the copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes which he had borrowed from Phryne fell to the ground. Sheila observed this, smiled gently, and turned her attention towards Jacob.

"Come on, young man" she said gently, causing him to look up at her tiredly. "Time for bed." The young boy seemed about to protest, but quickly decided against it and nodded in defeat. Phryne looked at him sympathetically as Jane's hands fell from her own, and her ward walked towards the gramophone and turned off the music. Sheila thanked her, before turning her attention back to Daniel, as she led the sleepy Jacob towards his mother. "Daniel" she called, causing the weary reader to look up at her, stagger to his feet, pick up the book and walk towards her, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Anna rose from her seat, mindful of her sleeping daughter, and reached out a hand towards Jacob, who looked as if he was about to collapse against his grandmother.

"I'll help you" Jack declared, rising from his chair and walking briskly over to Jacob, who he picked up in his arms and balanced on his hip. The young boy leaned tiredly against him and wrapped his arms around his neck. Phryne watched Jack with a warm and tender expression as he carried the sleeping child to bed, hearing tiredly muttered words of 'Police lady'. Phryne suppressed a small laugh and watched as Jack carried the tired child to bed, as Anna turned towards her and rose a hand. Phryne walked across the room and met her.

"The children are exhausted, they've had a long day" she explained gently. "Thank you so much for such a lovely evening, Phryne" she said warmly, leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek. Phryne kissed her back.

"Not at all" she returned gently. "Thank you for coming" she added kindly, her eyes falling to the sleeping child on her chest. "Goodnight, Caroline" she said quietly. Anna smiled.

"Goodnight, Phryne" she repeated, as she reached for Daniel's hand, which he offered her willingly. Phryne watched as Anna led Daniel and her copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes upstairs and smiled.

"Goodnight, Anna" she called gently. "Goodnight, Daniel" she added. Daniel turned around, offered her a tight smile, and followed his mother up the stairs.

"Miss Phryne" said Jane gently, prompting her to turn towards her. "I think I'm going to go to bed too" she explained. "We have a mathematics exam this morning and I stayed up late last night to ensure I knew everything about quadratic equations" she explained, admitting her late-night studying session as though she were confessing some terrible sin to a priest. Phryne smiled, placed her hand tenderly on her cheek and nodded.

"Sleep well, sweetheart" she said, before kissing her on the cheek and watching her leave the room.

The room was quiet and calm, and Phryne felt very relaxed and at ease, and quite tired after the day's events. She heard footsteps approach her from behind and she turned around to see Sheila Robinson looking up at her warmly.

"Phryne" she said gently. "Would you care to sit down?"

"Of course" Phryne replied, intrigued, as she followed Sheila towards the chaise lounge and took up a seat beside her.

"Thank you again for opening your home to us this weekend" she said warmly. "It truly is lovely to meet you, and seeing Jack so happy is just wonderful" she stated. Phryne smiled and nodded. "I hope my son makes you as happy as you make him" she said tenderly. Phryne's expression softened and she smiled serenely at her future mother-in-law.

"Happier" she replied simply. Sheila smiled and took her hand.

"I am very glad to hear it" she stated sincerely. Phryne placed her hand over Sheila's and smiled.

"I love your son very much" Phryne said candidly, watching as Sheila listened attentively and nodded in response.

"He's lucky to have you" Sheila said gently, maternal relief and gratitude present in her tone. Phryne exhaled lightly.

"I'm the lucky one" she responded. Sheila looked at her for a few moments and appeared to be weighing something up in her mind. Phryne watched her patiently and with a kind expression, until Sheila inhaled sharply and began to speak.

"I wanted to thank you, Phryne. Not just for loving Jack and for making him happy" she explained tentatively, not wishing to upset her. "But for saving his life." Phryne blinked, the statement taking her somewhat of guard, and inhaled deeply. "I know it's not something you want to talk about, and I won't ask you to. I'm sorry that I've raised it" she added. Phryne gave her a reassuring look and shook her head.

"No, no, it's fine" she said quietly, her voice gentle, as she watched Sheila with kind and patient eyes. Sheila looked at her with her intelligent gaze and nodded.

"You saved Jack's life that day in the warehouse, and I know you saved him before, too, when your daughter was kidnapped" she explained. Phryne would always feel guilt-ridden about having placed Jack and Jane in danger with Murdoch Foyle, and she simply nodded in response to the statement. "When you protected him in the warehouse you almost died as a result" she said solemnly. "I am so sorry about what happened to you, Phryne" she explained. "When Jack told me what had happened I… it was terrible. I couldn't believe it. And I'd never heard him sound so… so afraid" she explained. Phryne's guilt increased and she inhaled sharply. "You took a great risk in protecting my son, and I wanted to thank you, I had to thank you" she explained.

"I understand" Phryne said gently. "But I assure you, there's no need" she continued, her eyes warm and her voice kind. "Jack has saved my life more times than I can count" she stated with conviction. Sheila considered her words for a moment and nodded.

"It sounds like you save each other" she said warmly, the haunted tone disappearing from her voice. Phryne smiled.

"Yes" she agreed. "Yes, I believe we do." Sheila smiled in response and squeezed her hand.

"As well as everyone else" she stated significantly. Phryne considered the statement for a moment before responding.

"We try" she replied. Sheila nodded.

"Jack has always been incredibly brave and selfless, ever since he was a child" she explained. Phryne smiled and nodded, greatly enjoying being told about Jack by his mother. "He got it from his father" she declared. Phryne nodded. She knew very little about Jack's father, only that he was a Police officer who died young.

"What was Jack's father like?" Phryne asked tentatively, worrying instantly that the question had been too intrusive. Sheila looked at her with wise eyes and smiled.

"John was wonderful" she explained. "He was quiet and intelligent and incredibly perceptive" she explained. "Very much like Jack, and young Daniel, too" she explained. "They both remind me so much of my John" she added warmly. "John was a Constable with the Victoria Police, and he and Jack were always very close" she explained. "Jack always wanted to be a Police officer, and I'm certain that's why. He adored his father and always looked up to him. I knew he'd be a wonderful officer, too" she stated warmly. "He was always protecting people, even as a child" she explained. "He always did the right thing" she said, her words echoing Phryne's from several months ago.

"He still does" Phryne assured her, as memories of noble Jack's kindness to her, his concern for her wellbeing and his unwavering support, caused her heart to flutter and her guilt to consume her almost entirely. "He is a very honourable man."

"He is" Sheila agreed proudly. "And after his father died, those qualities he had of his, the pieces of him that he had, grew" she said, with a gentle, sombre smile. Phryne nodded. She wanted to know what happened to his father; he'd never told her, not specifically, and despite her curiosity she would not ask, it wouldn't be fair or appropriate. As though reading her mind, Sheila turned towards her with warm eyes and inhaled deeply. "John was killed on duty" she explained, "when Jack was twelve years old." Phryne paled.

"Sheila, I'm so sorry" she said sincerely, holding her hand tightly. Sheila smiled sombrely.

"A fight broke out in a local pub and he and some other officers were sent to break it up" she explained. "One officer, who was quite young and had until recently been a cadet, got into trouble in the back room of the pub" she explained. "John saw him being dragged in and ran after him" she said, her eyes pensive and clear. "He kicked the door down and ran inside to rescue his colleague" she said proudly, before turning towards Phryne with a gentle expression. "But there was a man with a knife behind the door."

Phryne closed her eyes and sighed gently, nodding in understanding.

"He was stabbed eleven times, but he still managed to get that officer out" she explained gently. Phryne looked up at her with bright eyes. "He's fifty-one now, Wilfred" she explained. "He has three children and two granddaughters" she explained. "He called his first son John."

Phryne found herself feeling quite emotional, and closed her eyes and nodded, as she furiously attempted to prevent the tears from falling.

"It seems honour runs in your family" Phryne said gently. Sheila smiled.

"Indeed it does" she replied gently, before slowly removing her hand from Phryne's. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin-"

"You didn't" Phryne assured her. "I'm so sorry about your husband" she explained. "Thank you for telling me." Sheila smiled gently and nodded.

"Jack is very much like John, you know" Sheila stated. "Never does anything by halves" she added. Phryne nodded in agreement. "Including love" she stated. Phryne looked up at her expectantly. "He loves you very much, Phryne" she explained. "I know he isn't always the most… forward with how he feels, but he does" she stated with conviction. "Very, very much." Phryne thought of the times she had been with Jack, their late night talks, tentative touches, gentle kisses; that night she called him in tears and asked him to come over, and she confided her pregnancy in him. She remembered how terrified she'd been, how worried she was that she had let him down, that she had disappointed him. But instead he had talked to her, he'd listened to her concerns and he'd reassured her, he'd listened. As she thought about their relationship and everything they had been to together, she considered each time he had saved her life, protected her, defended her or helped her in any way, and she quickly realised that all Jack Robinson had ever done was love her.

"I know" she smiled. "And I love him too." Sheila held Phryne's hand and nodded.

"I can tell" she reassured her. "You can see it in the way you look at each other." Phryne smiled gently and nodded. "I meant what I said earlier, Phryne" she stated, as the beautiful woman before her looked up at her with kind, intelligent eyes. "I am so glad that you found each other."

Before Phryne could respond the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs distracted both Sheila and Phryne from their discussion, and they turned towards the doorway just as Jack walked into view. He looked as though he had been about to speak, but upon seeing his mother and Miss Fisher speaking closely and looking up at him, he glanced from one to the other and immediately knew what the subject of their clandestine conversation had been.

"Should my ears be burning?" he asked gently, his eyes drifting from Phryne to his mother, and then back to Phryne, who was now smiling.

"Indeed they should" Phryne replied warmly. "In fact, I'm surprised they're not currently on fire" she teased. Sheila chuckled in response and gazed adoringly at her son, who was staring at Miss Fisher with raised eyebrows.

"You can't expect me not to gossip about you with my future daughter-in-law, Jack dear" Sheila explained, before rising from her position next to Phryne, who rose in response. "I should be getting to bed too" she stated, before turning back towards Phryne with her warm eyes. "It's been so lovely to meet you, dear" she declared, placing her hands on Phryne's forearms and kissing her on the cheek. Phryne copied the motion.

"You too" she smiled. Sheila placed her hand on Phryne's cheek and smiled up at her, before turning and walking towards her son, who she kissed tenderly on the cheek, and heading into the corridor. When Phryne heard the sound of her feet ascending the stairs she walked towards Jack with a gentle expression upon her face.

"Having fun, Miss Fisher?" he asked. Phryne smiled up at him gently and placed her hand on his cheek. She considered the conversation she had just had with his mother, about his character, the loss of his father, his innate goodness and sense of justice. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, her soft lips removing Jack's hitherto unspoken witty retorts to whatever she was about to respond with. She felt his hands drift down her side and rest on her hips, as he gentle pulled her towards him and kissed her tenderly in response. The kiss broke after a few moments and they stared deep into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Jack" Phryne said suddenly. Jack looked into her eyes and rubbed her back gently with his hand. "You do know that, don't you?"

"Of course" he assured her, stroking her cheek. "I love you too, Phryne" he stated. Phryne smiled gently and nodded, before leaning into him and pulling him into a close embrace.

"I know" she said gently, holding him against him and hoping desperately that he knew just how much. After a few moments she gently removed herself from the embrace, and found Jack looking down at her with a curious expression; she could see him trying to ascertain what his mother had said to her. She smiled gently. "Come on" she encouraged, reaching for his hand and leading him from the room, "let's go to bed". Jack nodded in agreement and followed her out of the room, turning off the parlour light as they crept silently up the staircase.

A few minutes later Phryne was sitting at her dressing table and brushing her hair, as she considered the conversation she had just had with Sheila once more. She knew very little about Jack's past and his family, and these snapshots into his life fascinated her, but at the same time felt terribly intrusive. She seldom felt guilty for acquiring knowledge, but on this occasion she did. She put her hairbrush upon the table and looked in the mirror, watching as Jack emerged from the bathroom in his pyjamas and headed towards the bed. She watched him in the mirror until he was out of view, and found herself thinking about his innate goodness, kindness and selflessness. He really was the most wonderful man and she was incredibly lucky to have him, especially now. And she absolutely adored him.

Phryne rose from her seat and walked slowly towards the bed, easing herself on top of it and moving towards Jack, who was sitting up beneath the covers. Jack watched as she pulled the covers down over his thighs, drew her nightdress up to her knees, and placed her right leg over him as she eased herself down onto her lap. Before he could speak she leaned forward and kissed him passionately, running her hand down his cheek as he deepened the kiss, prompting him to put his hands on her waist to support her. She drew her fingers down his cheek, neck and chest, before running her hand gently across his stomach and beneath the waistband of his pyjamas, where she held him. Jack's hands travelled down her waist and onto her hips, which he pressed down upon him, gasping at the contact.

"My mother is just across the corridor" he said gently, feeling Phryne smile against the kiss, as she used her free hand to pull his trousers down past his hips and positioned herself just above him.

"Then you'll have to be quiet" she teased, as she adjusted her nightgown and lowered herself on top of him.

"I'll have to be quiet?" he countered, causing her to nip him playfully on the lip. He inhaled sharply.

"Shh" she soothed, before lowering herself down upon him and guiding him into her.

Jack groaned in response and his hands gripped her hips, as Phryne pulled her nightdress over her head and pulled at his shirt, forcing it apart with a spray of buttons and tear of fabric, as she threw it unceremoniously onto the floor, pressing her bare skin against his and moaning.

Jack pressed down on her hips encouragingly as she moved on top of him, as she wrapped her arms around his body and kissed him on his lips, cheek and neck, gasping and moaning as they increased their rhythm and the pressure intensified. She felt Jack's hand travel up her back and towards her head, which he held gently against him, pushing his body against hers as they climaxed at the same time. She pressed her mouth to his shoulder and cried out against it, digging her nails into his skin and she her hot breath drifted across his skin. Jack kissed Phryne's neck as his breathing recovered, holding her gently to him as he felt her entire body relax in his arms.

The silence was broken only by the sound of the gentle wind outside, and the recovering breathing of Phryne and Jack, who remained entwined, held tightly in each other's arms. Phryne closed her eyes and leaned tiredly against him, her body exhausted, her mind ablaze. She felt him lean forward slightly and wrap his arms around her, before turning gently to the right and laying her down upon her pillow. She opened her eyes and smiled gently as she looked at him, turning onto her side so that she was facing him directly, and placing her hand tenderly upon his cheek. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, before leaning back slightly and looking into his eyes.

"I love you, Jack" she said gently, her voice low and tired, but her words clear. "I love you and our baby" she explained. Jack smiled warmly at her, his heart racing at her use of the words 'our baby', as he drew her hair from her face and stared into her deep green eyes.

"I know, sweetheart" he reassured her, as he drew his hand down her body and rested it upon her right hip. "I love you too" he told her, "and the baby". Phryne smiled gently at his words and nodded, before edging closer to him and resting her head beside his. She placed her arm across his waist and pressed her body against his, nuzzling against him as she closed his eyes, and finally allowed sleep to claim her.

Phryne and Jack rose early the next morning, and spent their first few minutes of consciousness holding each other close, their warm bodies rested and sated, as they enjoyed each other's company in the calmness and quiet of their own home.

Until about seven o'clock, when the sound of children's laughter from across the corridor caused their attentions to wander from their silent musings. Phryne chuckled.

"Do children always get up this early?" she asked nervously, tracing patterns on his chest with her forefinger. Jack considered her for a moment before responding.

"Usually" he replied honestly. Phryne groaned and leaned against him, as he drew his hand up her back and rubbed it soothingly.

Jack held Phryne close as she rested against him, as he considered her nervousness the evening before, the fear she had been trying to conceal since discovering her pregnancy, and her realisation of all the small but significant parts of her life which would soon be changing. She loved the baby, he knew she did. From their conversations on their child, despite their confusion and uncertainty, one thing which always remained completely irrefutable was the fact that she loved this baby and desperately wanted to keep it. But with that decision came her nausea and exhaustion, her fears about her ability to be a mother, to protect this child, to care for it, all significant concerns which they needed to address, but which she wasn't quite ready to. He knew that, despite her attempts to appear confident and happy and unaffected by some aspects of her pregnancy and impending motherhood, that she was absolutely terrified. Despite how much he wanted to help her, how much he would help her, there were some things that he could not protect her from; her life was going to change in ways she had never anticipated, in ways that confused and frightened her. And it was all his fault.

"I'm sorry" he said gently, his thoughts overwhelming him. He felt Phryne shift against him, and opened his eyes just as she titled her head up and looked at him with confusion.

"What?" she asked, her voice low and gentle and still heavy with sleep. "Why are you sorry?" she asked gently. Jack didn't answer her immediately, but he didn't have to; she could see the answer in his eyes. She pressed her hand against his chest and pushed herself into a sitting position, which prompted him to do the same.

"No" she said gently.

"What?" he asked, looking at her with confusion.

"Don't be sorry" she said, her voice warm and assured. "Not about this" she added. "Not about our baby." Jack's stomached tightened as fear gripped him, and he worried that she had interpreted his words as being regret over the existence of their child, which was the last thing he felt.

"No, Phryne, that's not-"

"I know we didn't plan this, but I don't regret it, not for a moment" she stated with conviction, meaning every word she spoke and hoping that he knew it. Jack watched her carefully and nodded in understanding. "Whilst incessant vomiting and waking up at dawn aren't my favourite things to do, I will do them, I'd do them every day for the rest of my life if it meant we could keep this baby" she said, her voice becoming slightly emotional.

"Hey, shh, it's alright" he assured her, drawing her close and stroking her cheek. "That's not what I meant" he said, "I'm sorry" he added, watching as she looked up at him expectantly. "I'm sorry you're going through this and I can't help you more, now, I mean" he explained.

"You are helping me" she stated with conviction, holding his hand tightly. "You're helping us both." Jack considered her for a moment before nodding.

"I don't want you to feel that you're alone, Phryne, because you're not, I promise you" he stated with conviction. "During your pregnancy and after the baby is born I will do everything I can to help you" he stated. Phryne smiled up at him gently, before lowering her eyes from his; he knew she hated relying on people, and so simply continued to rub her back soothingly and waited patiently until she spoke.

"I know I'm not alone" she explained, her eyes meeting his once more. "And I know you will be there for our child" she explained.

"And for you" he stated with conviction. "Always." Phryne smiled gently and nodded, before leaning forward slightly and kissing him tenderly upon the lips. He held her closely and wished he could continue holding her for hours, days, always. But she broke the kiss after a few moments and leaned back from him.

"We should get dressed" she stated, before pushing the covers aside and getting to her feet.

Jack eased himself across the bed and got out her side, and walked up behind her, placing his arm across her waist.

"I think we should shower first, Miss Fisher" he declared, as he drew her body against his and kissed her on the neck. She leaned back against his shoulder and laughed, before turning on the spot so she was facing him, leaning forward and kissing him gently on the lips, then reaching for his hand and leading him into the bathroom.

When Phryne and Jack arrived downstairs half an hour later, they found that the day had already begun for their staff and guests. Dot had arrived early and was currently assisting Mr Butler by bringing various breakfast foods to the table, and laying out plates of eggs and bacon and fried mushrooms and tomatoes. Anna was sitting between her sons, who were eating hungrily, as she tentatively ate a piece of toast whilst supervising Caroline, who was crunching a piece herself, spilling crumbs all over the table. Jane and Sheila were sat next to each other on the other side of the table, and were so deep in conversation that Dot had to call Jane's name twice when she was offering her some scrambled eggs.

"Good morning, everyone" Phryne greeted brightly, as Jack pulled out her chair for her and they sat down. Their guests turned towards them and returned her greetings, and the breakfast table was soon filled with pleasant conversation and delicious food.

Mr Butler approached Phryne and wished her good morning, handing her her correspondence and pouring her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, which she thanked him for. She helped herself to two pieces of toast and was talking to Jack about their planned trip to the beach when she suddenly experienced a familiar sickly sensation in the pit of her stomach. She slowly put her toast back on her plate and inhaled deeply. Jack, who noticed the change in her demeanour instantly, called her name gently and watched as her chest rise and fell as she attempted to calm herself and quell the feeling of sickness which was quickly rising within her.

Phryne was vaguely aware of Jack's words but couldn't make out what he was saying, as she was focusing intently upon attempting to retain the little food she had been able to consume over the past few days, and not be unceremoniously sick at the dining table. Jack watched as she paled visibly, and he quickly glanced around the table, noting with relief that everyone was engaged in their independent conversations and not looking in their general direction. But he and Phryne were sitting in the middle of the table and were not near the door into the corridor, making a quick escape difficult. He put his hand over hers and clasped it gently.

"It's alright, Phryne, just breathe" he soothed, his voice low and gentle, as he picked up her glass of water and passed it to her. "Have a sip" he encouraged, watching as she placed her hand upon the glass, before moving it quickly to her mouth, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. She felt hot and nauseous and rather faint, and she knew at that moment that she would not be able to prevent herself from being sick. Her face turned a shade paler and she felt panicked. Jack looked up to Mr Butler, who had just entered the dining room, and attracting his attention, indicating towards Phryne. Miss Fisher's astute butler quickly understood the situation and took several steps forward.

"Excuse me, Miss Fisher" he began, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but the grocer's boy is most insistent that he speak with you" he explained. Phryne inhaled deeply and nodded, holding onto Jack's hand tightly to steady herself as she got to her feet. She felt hot and nauseous and rather light-headed.

"Thank you" she said quietly, before walking around the table and towards the kitchen.

Jack followed Phryne's movements into the kitchen and felt relieved when she disappeared out of the dining room and into the sanctuary of the adjoining room. Dot looked up at and watched Phryne with concern, before looking to Mr Butler, who said something to her and then headed into the kitchen. Sheila Robinson, who had been speaking with Jane when Mr Butler spoke to Phryne, turned towards her hostess and watched as she rose from her seat and walked across the room and into the kitchen. She only caught a glimpse of her face as she passed, but it was enough to observe that she seemed to be quite pale. Sheila had turned her head in an attempt to catch another look at Phryne's face, but her view had been obscured by Phryne's hair, and she had walked fairly quickly into the kitchen. As she was considering the matter further, her attention was quickly engaged by the inquisitive and intellectual Jane, who was continuing their discussion on anaesthesia.

As soon as Phryne stepped into the kitchen she increased her pace and practically ran to the sink, which she leant over and was sick into, retching and breathing unevenly as Mr Butler closed the door behind her. She inhaled deeply and quickly recovered herself, standing tall before the sink and turning on the tap just as Mr Butler reached her side with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"For the aftertaste, Miss" he explained. Phryne nodded, thanked him rather breathlessly, and accepted the glass, taking several sips of the revitalising liquid, which cleansed her palette of the acidic taste of bile. She lowered the glass onto the work surface and put her hand over her mouth. "Are you alright, Miss?" Mr Butler asked gently. "Would you like me to fetch Miss Dorothy?"

"I'm fine, Mr Butler, thank you" she replied gently, looking up at him with glistening eyes, "for your concern and the rescue" she explained. Mr Butler smiled at her sympathetically.

"Not at all, Miss" he replied gently. Phryne nodded.

"I should be getting back" she explained, turning on the spot and walking across the room.

"Miss" Mr Butler said, his paternal tone causing her to stop and turn back towards him with an expectant expression. "Your guests think you're speaking with the grocer's son" he reminded her gently, his concerned eyes upon her. "Would you care to sit in the garden for a moment, and get some air?" he offered. Phryne was about to decline, but the thought appealed to her greatly, and she nodded.

"Thank you, Mr B" she said warmly. "I'll just be a minute" she added, as she walked past him and towards the garden.

"Of course, Miss" he replied gently, before picking up some freshly prepared toast and carrying it into the dining room. As he collected some empty trays he looked up and found the Inspector watching him, and he nodded reassuringly in his direction, before offering him a small smile. The inspector relaxed visibly, and turned to his left to answer his sister's question.

Phryne stepped out into the fresh morning air and walked towards her wrought iron table, drawing out a chair and slowly sitting down, as she adjusted the skirt of her light yellow cotton dress. She crossed her arms and rested them across her stomach as she leaned forward slightly, closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths of air, as she felt the nausea and flushed sensation gradually begin to dissipate. She exhaled a deep breath and leaned back in her seat, allowing the morning air to drift gently across her skin, as the warm sunlight soothed her. She sighed as she considered her nausea, and how close she came to either vomiting or collapsing at the breakfast table, neither of which would have been particularly ideal. She could handle the nausea, she knew she could, and she would, too, for as long as she endured it. But she really, really needed this weekend to go smoothly. Not so much for herself, but for Jack. And becoming unwell or revealing her pregnancy to his family in such a way was not fair on him or them. Phryne opened her eyes and inhaled sharply, feeling only slightly dizzy as she rose to her feet. She walked briskly across the garden and through the kitchen, smiling gratefully at Mr Butler as she picked up her orange juice, before heading into the dining room and walking confidently back to her seat. She caught Sheila's eye and smiled at her as she walked, before meeting Jack's concerned eyes as she sat back in her seat.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, his eyes scanning her and quickly and finding that she seemed to be somewhat recovered, and her skin was no longer as pale as it had been.

"I'm fine" she said gently, as she drew the glass to her lips. "Sorry about that" she added, before taking a few refreshing sips. Her appreciation for citrus was increasing with each passing moment.

"You don't have to apologise" he reminded her gently, placing a hand upon her thigh and stroking it tenderly. Phryne put her glass down upon the table and nodded.

"How's your breakfast?" she asked, indicating towards his plate. Jack considered her for a moment and nodded before answering her question, and accepting that the subject had been change, and would not be going back. For the moment, at least.

After breakfast Phryne and her guests spent an hour or so in the parlour, in order to relax for a short while after breakfast before heading to the beach. Dot and Jane allowed Jacob to assist her with putting records on the gramophone, which he did with care, before dancing with her to the song. Daniel curled up in an armchair by the fire near the adults and continued to read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which he appeared to find (understandably) completely engrossing; he had hardly let the book out of his sight. Jack and his sister were engaged in conversation by the window, and Phryne drifted between her guests, engaging them in brief conversation before heading towards Sheila Robinson, who was sitting in an armchair with Caroline on her lap. Phryne sat on the chair opposite them and smiled.

"Good morning, Caroline" Phryne said gently. Caroline smiled.

"Good morning, Finey" she replied politely, as she continued to play with the beads around her grandmother's neck. Sheila chuckled, before looking up and scanning Phryne's features with her perceptive eyes.

"How are you this morning, Phryne?" she asked gently. Phryne smiled.

"Very well, thank you" she lied. "Did you sleep well?"

"We did, thank you" she returned. "The rooms are very comfortable and beautifully decorated."

"Thank you" Phryne said gently, watching as Caroline continued to play with the beads, which Sheila deftly removed from her mouth.

"Are you feeling quite alright, dear?" Sheila asked gently. Phryne blinked.

"I'm sorry?" she asked gently. Sheila smiled politely.

"Forgive me" she began, her voice warm and maternal, "it's just that you're looking a little pale, that's all" she explained. Phryne inhaled sharply. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you" Phryne replied with conviction. "I'm just a little tired, that's all." she explained.

"I understand" Sheila said sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Oh no, Sheila, really, I'm fine" Phryne assured her. "Thank you, though" she responded gently. Sheila considered her for a moment before nodding.

"Of course" she replied warmly, holding her granddaughter close. Phryne suddenly felt quite anxious, and she profoundly disliked lying to Jack's mother. She was really very fond of her.

"I'm just going to see Mr Butler about the beach preparations" she explained, rising to her feet. Sheila nodded gently in response and watched as Phryne walked into the kitchen.

Shortly afterwards the picnic hamper had been prepared and was being carried by Jack down to the beach, as he and Phryne led their guests onto the St Kilda foreshore. Phryne's white shawl swam drifted over her neck as they approached the beach, selecting a spot which was perfect for sandcastle building, resting and was flat enough to lay the picnic blanket. Dot and Phryne spread the blankets on the ground and opened the hamper, handing out cold drinks to the adults and children. Phryne watched as Anna put a white sunhat on her daughter, who was incredibly excited, hitting the ground with her red spade and clutching her bucket proudly in her other hand. Jacob was already using his spade, and had proudly announced that he would dig a hole big enough to hold his uncle Jack. Phryne laughed and strongly encouraged him, much to Jack's amusement. Dot and Sheila were ensuring the children had sun lotion liberally applied, and were handing out towels and hats to the unwilling youngsters.

"Miss" said Jane, prompting Phryne to lower her sunglasses and look up at her. "Do you want to go for a swim?" she asked.

"Of course" Phryne replied gently, rising from her spot on the sand and removing her shawl and dress, revealing a beautiful red bathing costume. She stood tall before Jack and glanced at him from beneath her sunhat, and watched with amusement as his eyes drifted appreciatively over her figure. "Care to join us, inspector?" she asked. Jack would have very much liked to accept the kind invitation, but knew that Phryne had not had the opportunity to spend much time with Jane recently, and so politely declined, explaining that he had an appointment with 'an eight by six hole in the ground'. Phryne chuckled lightly in response and extended the invitation to the others.

"I'd like to swim" came the unexpected voice of Daniel, who put down his book and stood up from his towel.

"Daniel loves swimming" explained Anna. "Have fun, darling. And don't go too far, I want to be able to see you."

"Yes, mama" he replied politely, before walking slowly up to Phryne and reaching for her hand. Phryne smiled at him affectionately and clasped his hand, before running with him and Jane towards the sea. Jack smiled as he watched Phryne lead the children into the ocean. As he watched her he considered how significant the beach was for them; he remembered walking with her upon the shore when she had been discharged from hospital, before wading into the sea to rescue her hat. The beach was also the place they became engaged. He smiled as his eyes drifted along the shore, and he identified the precise spot where Phryne proposed to him.

"She's wonderful, Jack" Sheila told him, as she looked upon him warmly, drawing Jack from his thoughts. "I'm very happy for you both, dear. We all are."

"Yes" Anna confirmed. "Phryne is lovely, Jack." Dot, who was helping Jacob with his sunhat, smiled. "And Daniel seems to have taken to her, which says a lot" she said proudly; her son was very perceptive and astute, and did not befriend people easily. But he appeared to have taken quite a shine to Phryne.

"Out of the mouths of babes" quoted Jack. "Thank you" he said sincerely. Anna put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it affectionately, as she and Jack looked out to sea and watched as Phryne, Jane and Daniel swam together.

The day at the beach was long, enjoyable and thoroughly exhausting. Phryne spent a significant amount of time in the sea with Jane and Daniel, who seemed to be quite fond of her after they bonded briefly over Sherlock Holmes and Sexton Blake. The day was hot but not oppressively so, and Phryne and her swimming companions were soon joined by Jack and Jacob, when the latter declared that he needed 'a bit of a rest' from his incessant digging, which Jack had described as a mission to 'tunnel to the centre of the earth'. Dot, who almost always refused to swim, declared that she would stay on the beach with Sheila and Caroline, which afforded Anna the opportunity to swim with the others. Anna was a very strong swimmer, as were Jack and Phryne, and they spent the several hours in the sea with the children, before emerging from the water feeling thirsty and famished. After a short break for lunch Phryne and Jack took Anna and the children to some rock-pools on the other side of the beach, as Jack regaled the children with a heavily-edited version of their case involving the stolen doubloons and the possibility of hunting for treasure. Phryne smiled at Jack as he spoke, enjoying this playful side to him, and finding herself watching the interactions between him and his nephews cause her to feel quite excited about the prospect of having their own child. Jack would be a wonderful father. However, Phryne's mind only allowed her to bask in the excitement for a few minutes, before she tore herself from her musings and found herself instantly sobered by her own self-doubt. Whilst Phryne did not know as much about children and parenting as she wished to, she did know that caring for a child involved significantly more than planning weekends and having fun. Parenthood was much more complicated than a simple trip to the beach.

"Finey!" called Jacob, distracting her from her worrying thoughts, and prompting her to look up towards the little boy who was walking towards her. "I found this for you" he said simply, holding out his open-palm and offering her his precious find, which he presented it to her as the Arch Bishop would present the Crown Jewels.

Phryne looked into his hand and looked at the perfect light pink shell, which was smooth and beautiful and completely unblemished. The shell filled the centre of his palm, and he dropped it carefully into her hand, beaming up at her with his toothy grin. Phryne was quite touched and smiled back sincerely.

"It's beautiful, Jacob. Thank you" she said gently. He nodded in acceptance of her gratitude and then ran back to rock pools, where he helped his and his uncle Jack searched for the biggest crab.

By five o'clock the party were packing up their items and heading back, carrying sand-covered spades, damp towels and an impressive collection of shells and driftwood back to Phryne's house. As soon as they set through the door Anna announced to her children that they would need to bathe and change before they could play in Miss Phryne's 'lovely, clean home'; the prospect of her children breaking a vase was one thing, but the idea of them treading sand and broken shell into that Persian rug was quite another. Phryne watched with mild amusement as the children protested the need for a bath, which Anna handled without issue, confidently leading her children up the staircase. Sheila followed behind, lest a child should stray, and assisted her daughter with the bathing before changing for dinner.

Mr Butler came out of the dining room and walked towards Phryne, who was smiling gently and had caught the sun.

"Dinner will be ready at six, Miss Fisher, unless you would like it to be delayed?" he said politely.

"Six should be fine, Mr Butler, thank you" she replied gently, as he picked up the hamper. "The picnic was delicious, thank you" she added. He smiled warmly in response.

"I am very glad you enjoyed it, Miss" he said sincerely, before walking into the kitchen, and hoping that she had managed to eat after her sickness earlier in the day.

Phryne, Jack and Jane went to their rooms and showered briefly, before changing for dinner and heading downstairs. By the time Phryne entered the parlour Jane and Dot were dancing together to Louis Armstrong, and she smiled affectionately at them both.

"Miss Phryne!" Jane called, gesturing for her to come over. Phryne smiled and turned towards Jack.

"Come on, Jack" she said, holding his hand and leading him towards Jane and Dot, as they danced to the music.

Jack watched Phryne with amusement as they danced, twirling her to the music as she leaned towards Jane, narrowly avoiding a collision with Dot. Mr Butler entered with a silver salver and a smile, distributing drinks for the guests and placing down refreshments for the others upon their return to the parlour. After the children were bathed and re-dressed, Sheila and Anna led them back into the parlour and found themselves smiling at the sight before them: Jack was dancing. Dancing. With Miss Fisher. Jacob giggled and immediately ran towards them, holding onto Jack's leg as he attempted to dance with Phryne.

"Mama!" he called, reaching for her. Anna smiled and carried Caroline towards her youngest son, and they danced together beside Phryne, Jack, Dot and Jane, laughing and smiling as they turned in time to the music. Sheila watched the scene with affection, before sitting down in an armchair beside Daniel, who was reading the book Phryne had lent him.

"Are you having a nice time, dear?" she asked gently. Daniel looked up from his book and nodded.

"I like Miss Phryne" he said, pronouncing her name correctly. "She let me borrow her books" he explained. Sheila considered the statement and nodded. "Uncle Jack likes her too" he said simply, returning his attention to his books. Sheila smiled.

"Yes, he does" she said gently, watching her son smile as he caught Phryne in his arms, and she smiled brightly up at him.

After a magnificent dinner prepared by Mr Butler, Dot was thanked profusely by Phryne and then driven home by Mr Butler to her husband, who would be looking forward to seeing her after the exhausting raid a couple of days prior and the late shifts which had followed. The rest of the guests returned to the parlour, where they took up more leisurely activities in order to recover from their rather tiring day. Daniel continued to read his borrowed book with conviction, Jacob was drawing pictures of the shells and other items he had found on the beach, and Caroline was laying tiredly on her Anna, sucking her thumb and stroking her mother's hair. Jane was sitting in the chair next to Daniel reading a book, and occasionally joining in the conversation between Phryne, Jack, Sheila and Anna, when the subject discussed interested her, or when it was appropriate to intercede. The evening passed pleasantly and with comfort, and by nine o'clock the children were utterly exhausted. Anna and her mother rose from their seats and called the boys towards them, before bidding Jack and Phryne goodnight.

"Thank you for such a lovely day, Phryne" Sheila said kindly, as she took her hand.

"Yes, thank you so much" Anna added. "The children had a wonderful time, and so did we."

"I'm very glad to hear it" Phryne smiled, as Anna kissed her cheek and carried her daughter from the room.

"Goodnight, Phryne" Sheila said affectionately, kissing her hostess on the cheek. "Sleep well" she encouraged, remembering their earlier conversation. Phryne nodded.

"You too" she replied warmly. "Goodnight" she added.

"Goodnight, Jack" Sheila said, embracing her son and kissing him on the cheek. "I'll see you both in the morning" she said warmly, smiling at them both before walking from the room.

Phryne turned towards Jack with a tired smile.

"You're exhausted" he said gently. Phryne sighed.

"Only a little" she said dismissively. Jack smiled and placed his hand around her waist.

"Come on, Miss Fisher" he said as he led her from the room and towards the staircase. "Time for bed." Phryne smirked in response and looked up at him with a teasing expression.

"Only if you promise to tuck me in, Inspector" she purred.

Phryne and her guests slept well on Saturday night, and due to their exhaustion from their day at the beach, the children slept until half-past seven, which a delighted Anna informed her hostess at breakfast was 'unheard of'. Phryne, who considered waking at any time before 9am to be a form of torture, smiled politely and agreed wholeheartedly, whilst promising herself that she would cherish every hour of sleep she was able to acquire.

Shortly after 9am Mr Butler was loading the guests' bags into the car, and Caroline and Anna were buttoning up the children's coats and securing their hats in preparation for their journey. Caroline, who had slept soundly the night before, was wide awake and incredibly lively, rushing from room to room and bringing with her a new and interesting object each time. Phryne wondered by which method the little girl was selecting said objects, and decided to abandon her internal musings when she and Jane saw her attempt to pilfer one of the parlour's fire pokers, which Phryne gently discouraged, leading her back into the corridor, where she was picked up by her mother.

"Thank you again for such a lovely weekend, Phryne" Anna said affectionately, stepping forward and placing her free arm around Phryne, and kissing her gently on the cheek. "It was so lovely to meet you" she said sincerely.

"Not at all. Thank you for coming" Phryne responded warmly, kissing Anna on the cheek and smiling down at the curious eyes of Caroline, who was balanced on her mother's hip. "Goodbye, Caroline"

"Bye-bye Finey" she responded, waving enthusiastically as she kicked her little legs playfully against her mother. Phryne smiled.

"Bye Finey!" said Jacob, who launched himself at her and wrapped his arms around her hips, taking her quite offguard.

"Jacob" Sheila cautioned. "I'm sorry, Phryne" she said gently.

"It's fine" Phryne said kindly, wrapping her arms across Jacob and patting his back. "Goodbye, Jacob. I'll see you soon" she said. Jacob nodded happily in response and walked towards his mother. Phryne turned around and saw a slightly downcast-looking Daniel emerge from behind his grandmother, holding out a book to her which she accepted at, identifying it instantly as The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. "What's the matter, Daniel?" she asked gently, bending down slightly to look into his eyes. Daniel looked up at her with disappointed eyes.

"I didn't finish the book" he said simply. Phryne smiled gently and handed him back the book.

"Then you may borrow it for a little bit longer" she said simply. Daniel looked up at her with hopeful eyes, his mouth slightly agape.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really" Phryne confirmed, as he accepted the book from her and smiled. "It's a very good book, I wouldn't want you to miss out on one of the stories" she continued. "And it'll help you to pass the time on the journey home."

Daniel looked up at Phryne with bright and intelligent eyes, his lips turned into a small smile, his features animated.

"Thank you, Miss Phryne" he responded, holding the book close to his chest.

"You are most welcome" she assured him. He smiled gently at her once more and walked quickly towards his mother. Sheila smiled.

"Thank you, Phryne. I'll see that he takes good care of it" she assured her.

"Oh, I'm certain that he will" Phryne assured her. "It was so lovely to meet you, Sheila" she said warmly, stepping forward into the older woman's waiting arms, and kissing her on the cheek. Sheila leaned back and nodded.

"And you, my dear" she replied warmly. "I can't tell you how much." Phryne smiled politely and nodded, before escorting her guests towards the Hispano Suiza, which Jack would be driving them to the station in.

"Have a safe journey" she told them, as Jack started the engine and checked that everyone had everything.

"Goodbye, Phryne!" Anna called. Phryne waved in response, as her glorious motor car cruised through St Kilda, carrying her guests (and future family members) to the train station.

"What do we do now, Miss?" asked Jane, who was looking up at her with tired eyes.

"We rest" Phryne said simply, stroking the girl's face tenderly. "I think a hot chocolate and stack of books are what we require for today, don't you?" Jane smiled.

"Yes, Miss" she agreed, following Phryne up the stairs and into the house, where an apparently psychic Mr Butler had already laid out hot chocolate and gingerbread in the parlour.

"Mr B, you truly are a saint" Phryne commended, as she selected the latest Dorothy Sayers novel and took up her seat by the fire. Jane thanked Mr Butler and put a small stack of books on the table before heading towards the gramophone.

"Not at all, Miss" he responded, as the room was flooded with the soothing sounds of soft jazz.

Phryne leaned back in her seat and opened the first page of the book, before something dug into her side, causing her to lean forward slightly. She placed the book on the table before her and reached down into the side of the chair, pulling out the offending object and considering it with a gentle smile. It was one of Jacob's shells. She leaned back slightly in her seat, running the smooth item over and over in her hand, as she remembered the day at the beach, Jack's interaction with the children, his kind and loving family. Perhaps, she thought to herself, as the smooth shell brushed coolly against her fingers, this might just be possible.