EPILOGUE

2 MONTHS LATER – LONDON, ENGLAND

"Richard, really," Gin scolded him, watching as her husband led an aging man, slightly thinning almost white hair into their room. She pulled the blankets up around her nightgown at the sight of them. "I told you, I'm fine."

"You've been abed for several days now," he reminded her, leading his guest over to the left side of the bed where she lay. "Doctor Green is an excellent physician and he has agreed to examine you."

"Richard-"

"If you would kindly wait outside, Lieutenant," Dr. Green suggested, both of them ignoring Gin's protests. He gestured toward the door, setting his black kit on the mattress.

"Of course," Richard nodded compliantly, leaned over to kiss Gin's forehead, then turned to exit the way he and the doctor had come to sit in the hall.

Dr. Green turned back to Gin as soon as he had left. "Now, my dear, if you'll just lay back and relax…"

* * * * *

"Lieutenant Weiss."

Richard stood quickly when he spotted the older man emerging from the room and approaching him.

"How is she?" he questioned fervently. "Is anything wrong?"

Dr. Green chuckled slightly, removing his glasses and wiping their lenses with a small handkerchief he tugged from his tweed jacket pocket. "No, no," he reassured him. "I wouldn't say that."

"Well, please excuse my impatience, Doctor, but I'm a little nervous," Richard apologized, straightening his attire, most likely to appear more together. "If she is not ill, then what is the problem?"

Dr. Green smiled coyly, then took one of Richard's hands in both of his own and shook it heartily.  "Let me be the first to congratulate you, Lieutenant," he said, oblivious to Richard's confusion. "Your wife is with child."

THE END