"Peter, I'm going for a walk I'll be back soon." Chummy shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "Okay Love, Please don't go far." He replied. Chummy walked out the door and was taking her time walking down the block after dinner. Chummy stopped quickly and gasped. "Oh! Bally Braxton hicks." She said under her voice deciding to head back. Chummy sat in her rocking chair, one hand on her back where the occasional twinge would bring a pain there and the other rubbing her swollen belly. "Peter?" She called ever so gently. "Yes, dear?" Popping his head into the sitting room. "Would one be so kind to rub ones very swollen ankles?" She asked batting her eyes. "Absolutely darling." All of the sisters and nurses were out on calls and only the two were left at Nonnatus. "Uh, Oh." She said sighing. "What! What is it." He panicked "Calm down Peter! Uh, I can't get out of my chair." feeling her cheeks burn from embarrassment. "Need a little help, eh?" He said laughing Hysterically. "Peter It's not funny! I just want to go to bed, but one is stuck in this Bally Blasted Hell of a chair!" She said In a raised sharp tone. "Calm down Camilla, I'm only teasing." Now feeling bad that he upset her. "I'm sorry, Ones emotions are all over the place and yes, I do need help up!" He helped her up and they went to their room to get ready for bed.

"Oh!" Chummy said, gasping and resting her hand on her back. "Everything okay?" He asked "Positively-ish." "Ish?" "Braxton hicks, they are quite alarming and painful." She replied wincing. "Here, let me." He said walking over to his wife who was bent over with her elbows on the bed. He began to rub where he knew it hurt. "Oh, that feels marvelous!" She said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Good, Better now?" He asked pulling her into his arms. "Much, I think I'll keep you!" She said giggling. "Goodnight, Love, and Little bean." He said, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her close and falling asleep.

Peter was still fast asleep, it was half past four in the morning and Chummy needed the Lav. "Why must you sleep on my bladder?" She said, whispering to Bean. She stood up and a gush of fluid fell between her feet. "Oh, No! But I, I'm not ready!" Pain ripped through her body and up her spine. "Peter! Peter!" She yelped through her grit teeth. He woke rubbing his eyes, not able to see straight. "What's the matter love?" He said while yawning and seeing that it was half past. "Get Trixie! Oh-hhh." She was now holding onto the headboard clinging for dear life. Peter ran and knocked on Trixie's door, A very sleepy Trixie was stunned to see him. "It's Camilla! Waters has gone." He said, Not stopping to breathe. "Ah!" Chummy Yelped from the room at the end of the hall. "Go back to her, I'll be there in a minute." She said, Rushing to get dressed.

The sisters had just finished the prayers and rushed to Chummy before Peter got back. Pushing his way to her, she grabbed him and pulled in close, using him as a steady post. "Rocking helps." She said, as they swayed back and forth, Peter was holding her tightly and she was relaxing in his arms breathing through the pain. "Okay, Peter we have it from here." Sister Evangelina said. "No, Peter stays! If he doesn't one won't get through this." Chummy said, not letting go of Peter's waist. Another pain ripped through her spine almost taking her to her knees, he began massaging that spot on her back and the pain let up.

"The Bally things just go on and on, I say not okay. I can't sit or lie down." She said almost crying. "Then I will rock with you, as long as you need me, I will hold you." Peter said lovingly. "I need Shelagh! NOW!" Getting irritated now thinking that no one was listening. "I'll phone her now." Trixie said, rushing to the phone.

"Turner Residence."

"Shelagh It's Chummy. She won't let us touch her, she is demanding you!"

"Oh, dear. How far along?"

"Waters has gone, but that's all I know. She is hysterical in pain."

"I'm on my way!"

They hung up the phone and Shelagh and Patrick rushed over, Mrs. Thorpe came to watch Timothy too.

"I'm here!" She said, Seeing Chummy cry and breathing heavy.

"Thank goodness! I'm.. So.. Scared." She said breathing heavily between words.

"Chummy I need you to sit on the edge of the settee, so I can check you okay?"

Chummy shook her head and Peter helped her sit down.

"7 Fingers Chummy! Almost there."

"It hurts too much! I, I can't!" she said, tears filling her eyes.

"Peter help her on the bed please."

"Yes, Ma'am." He said trying his best to help.

"Patrick! Bring it up please!" Shelagh said yelling from the door.

"Gas-n-air to the rescue!" Patrick said coming through the door and getting it ready.

"Breath nice and deep now Chummy." Shelagh said, watching Chummys body go limp and relaxed.

Another half hour went by and Chummy was ready.

"Okay Chummy now with all your might Push!"

"That's it Perfect! Okay, now Pant, Good little pushes!''

"Okay Baby's head is born now on the next pain I want you to push harder than you ever have!" Shelagh guided baby out and Chummy's screams soon dissolved into newborn cries.

"Oh, Peter, Look at him!" She said bawling now.

"That hair! He has your nose and lips!" He said, almost breathless.

"Peter." She looked at him and he shook his head, knowing Bean's name.

"We would like you all to meet, Frederick Philip Noakes!" They said in unison.

"Oh! -How wonderful! -He's perfect!" Everyone was in love with the new baby.