Marianne was a little over a year when Julie started talking about another baby.

"You know I can give you a baby, but you've got to get it out," he teased.

"It was easy. I don't know why I fussed."

"Jules, you were so high on the gas you didn't know half of what was happening."

"I'm certain you're exaggerating," she said. "I know you want a son."

"I do, but I'd be happy with another daughter. We agreed on two no matter, right?"

"Absolutely I am not going to be like my mother," she insisted.

She walked away humming and turned to Tim and asked, "What's a silicon chip?"

"Something inside a machine, why?"

"It's mentioned in a song… I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Mondays."

Tim was only too happy to do his part in Julie's quest for a second child. It was strange to imagine that their second baby would be born in a new decade.

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What started as a desire for Marianne's grandparents to visit with her and as Julie's desire to try new recipes, the younger Dr. and Mrs. Turner began hosting luncheon after church most Sundays.

Their flat was small, but their family was as well. She knew her mother-in-law enjoyed the day off from cooking. Her father-in-law made no attempt to hide his appreciation for her skills in the kitchen. Tim was pleased because she always had a cake or something equally delicious for pudding.

Shelagh said, "When you have this second baby, don't feel like you need to continue these lovely Sundays."

"Why ever wouldn't I?" Julie replied.

Her second daughter was born with less gas and a bit more pain and as Tim said, "Bravery."

She was a tiny little thing. "She looks just like you," Tim exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," Julie said certain that she let him down.

"Whatever for, she's perfect," Tim said as he looked into their daughter's face.

"You wanted a son."

"My love, you could never let me down. I love our daughters. I couldn't be happier."

"I wanted to give you a little Patrick."

"Are you certain about Evangelina? It's a big name for a tiny little one," Tim said looking up from the baby.

"I've loved that name since the first day I came to Poplar and you showed me the pictures. We can shorten it, like you're Tim."

"I like Evie… Although there was once a pig named Evie after Sister Evangelina."

Julie laughed, "I don't even want to know. She'll be called Evie then."

Either complaining about her name or just wanting to be heard, Evie cried and Tim handed her off for a feed.

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When Tim came home after Evie was born, there wasn't always singing and dancing. For a little thing, she could certainly be grizzly. Typically Julie would pass her off the minute Tim got home.

"She got quite the lungs and she doesn't like to be put down," Julie complained. "Thankfully Marianne is content to entertain herself."

Marianne was sitting on the floor playing with her wooden blocks. Tim was smitten with both his girls. He had a soft spot for his youngest who was already the spitting image of his wife. Then there was Marianne looking more like him, but already showing signs of being quite intelligent.

"Jules," he said, "They're both perfect and they have the best mummy in the world."

She smiled and said, "If you're buttering me up for later, I'm too tired."

"No, but Mum said they'd watch the girls on Saturday night so we can go out. Maybe if we drop them off, we can stay in."

Julie didn't answer, but the flat was filled with music as Rod Stewart sang about needing to go back to school. Evie cooed in Tim's arms.

"I think she likes music. When she's grizzly, you should sing to her." Tim suggested.

"We need a piano, so you can play for her," Julie suggested.

"Someday, my love, someday."

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Mum insisted on celebrating Marianne's second birthday at the house.

Kate and Arthur were coming with their brood. They had three under age five with another on the way. Heather was a bossy little thing ruling over her brother and sister. Kate said that she was just like Julie.

Arthur was working at a surgery in Brighton and they were quite settled and happy. When last, Tim and Julie went to visit, Tim looked at Kate's belly and said, "I think you really did fall asleep during contraception lecture. Don't they sell Durex down here?"

Arthur laughed, "I love my wife and if she wants babies I quite happily oblige."

In addition, Angela was going with a bloke called, Thomas. Julie didn't really care for him, but wasn't about to tell her sister-in-law. He reminded her of her brothers — the older two. She overheard him telling Angela that she should just be a nurse. Julie was proud when Angela made it clear that she wanted to be a doctor and no one would stand in her way. Julie may not like the bloke, but she wasn't worried about it. She was quite certain that Angela would figure out eventually he wasn't right for her.

Tim was excited for the do, because it meant cake. On the day, Tim and Arthur sat in the garden whilst the little ones ran around. Julie stepped out to check on her youngest and overheard Tim talking.

"Being a Dad is the greatest thing in the world. I had no idea. I don't even care that I don't have a son. You will probably have five before you're done."

Arthur laughed, "I'm thinking number four might be enough. What was that contraception thing you spoke about?"

Julie laughed and went back in. Evie was content in her Daddy's arms.

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Tim was enjoying talking to Arthur and Dad about some unusual cases they'd each seen. Ted was taking it all in. He had decided that medicine might be a better choice than football. Tim knew that Mum and Dad were secretly relieved.

Angela and her bloke joined in and Thomas said, "I remember Dr. Turner coming to the flat when I had chicken pox. They were all over me."

Patrick replied, "You just described scores of house calls, I made."

Tim teased, "About fifty score! So Tommy, who delivered you?"

"Me mum said she was a red haired nurse, blames me being a ginger on her."

Tim wanted to say that that made absolutely no sense at all, but didn't. Meanwhile Mum overheard and said, "Oh Patsy. How lovely."

Perhaps Julie was onto something, not caring for Angela's fella. He wasn't too bright. She deserved better.

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Kate was telling Julie all the news from her village. "My mum says that since the factory closed your dad just sits in the pub all day. Pathetic really, he's alone now that Junior had been put away for roughing up that poor girl."

Julie winced, she didn't like to think about any of that nasty business. She'd sent letters to her father letting him know after each baby. He didn't respond, but she hadn't expected him to. She signed each simply, Julie, resisting the urge to sign them, Dr. and Mrs. Timothy Turner.

Kate continued, "Seems that George got some girl from another village up the duff and is married now. Mum says he treats her just like your dad treated your mum."

"Poor girl," Julie said and changed the subject. "We took a trip to see Albert and Linda. They've got three now and Carole has two. I do wish I could see them. Charlie found an Australian girl to marry him. I expect he'll be a dad before long."

"Too bad, you all don't live close by. That would be some family reunion."

"My family is the Turners now. I'm one of them," Julie said and meant it. Then she listened as Kate talked about her family.

One more chapter to go! Thanks for going on Tim and Julie's journey with me.