Mia could no longer be bothered to have breakfast at Nonnatus anymore. With the permission of her mother Mia ate at the Turner's which was easier for everyone especially with Shelagh in her 7th moth and the imminent has house move.
Angela loved having the company of the young nurse because she always had a someone to play dolls with and play dress up although Mia did no dressing up.
It was bacon and eggs that morning with a side of house moving.
"Thank you it looks delicious!" Patrick told both women. Mia sat in the chair that practically had become hers whilst Shelagh remained stood.
"It's been packed I'm afraid," Shelagh told her son.
"We don't move for 10 days!" Patrick exclaimed.
"Yes but there is so much to do, I've looked out a box for both of you. Go through your possession and see if there is anything you no longer use. I've already filled a box being to myself and Angela!" Shelagh told the men at the table.
Mia laughed. Shelagh was always organised and tidy.
"Why do dad and I have one large box each whilst you and Angela have a small box between you?" Timothy asked.
"Because Angela and I don't have a tendency towards hoarding!" Shelagh replied. Mia shook her head and stood up ushering Shelagh to sit down and eat her abandoned and untouched food.
"You eat whilst I do this, I have an hour before I have to make my calls. Timothy hurry up and eat your breakfast or you'll be late!" Mia insisted.
It was Tuesday afternoon clinic that afternoon so Mia was juggling a cup of tea and her clipboard whilst assigning nurses to patients.
She stopped at Shelagh desk to take her tea when Phyllis came to stand beside them.
"Are we collecting for jumble?" Nurse Crane asked.
"Shelagh is having a clear out before they move house I mentioned it earlier Phyllis," Mia reiterated.
Clinic that day was possibly the most taxing Mia had ever attended. So going back to the Turners to pack up the rest of their belongings was a relief.
"I'm home!" Timothy called as he entered the house.
"Oh we were starting to worry!" Shelagh said going into mum mode.
"I walked past the new house I didn't realise it was so close to Susan Parkin's house," Timothy realised.
"Who's she?" Mia snapped. She shouldn't have been so angry yet she was. It wasn't like Timothy and Mia were romanticly you involved however she felt a twang of jealousy.
"She's in my chemistry club," Timothy replied looking at Mia fondly.
Mia turned around as not to look at him. She hated the way he lovingly gazed at her. He hated the way it made her feel like it was just him and her in the world and how it made her melt. As she passed him he touched the back of her hand.
Intentionally or not she felt her heart rate quicken and she knew she fallen. Into a deep hole that she had been sitting at the top of for a long time. It was inescapable. She would now have to deal with the consequences.
How scary she was yet to find out. But she would. And she could either embrace it. Or continue being a coward and runaway again.
"Kent? Kent!" Mi exclaimed that evening when Timothy and Mia were sat in the park on a picnic blanket across the road.
"Yes it seems mum's hand writing is as bad as dad's!" Timothy joked. Mia turned over on her side to look at Timothy. "You look beautiful in the dark Sister. More beautiful than anyone else I have ever seen!"
He stroked her cheek.
"How wrong is this?" Tim asked.
"The kiss a month ago was wrong. But we did it. Nobody can see us I don't think. Kiss me again and again. Until we are required to return to our appropriate homes then we will forget our feelings until next time and the time after that and maybe one day we will look back, possibly at our children's wedding and we'll laugh at how stupid this- that we had to keep it a secret!" Mia prophesied.
Tim didn't need more permission. He kissed her until they both pulled apart for oxygen. They both stood up and went there separate ways. Pretending or at least hiding that it hadn't happened. And maybe one day they hoped Mia would have the conversation to speak to her mum.
That night whilst Tim lay beside his parents in a sleeping bag he thought about Mia and his life with her.
How he had loved that redhead since he was 5 but when he was in his early teens was to naive and immature to pursue it and it was too late.
But he would have her.
His dad had married his mum. And his parents had been in a similar predicament before they married.