Sister had helped Ruby pack her art things in a box, kindly supplied by the doctor, after reminding her it was the day she was moving to a new house.

Dr Blake was to drive her out to her new home and introduce her to new people who would look after her.

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'Mattie, are you sure?' Jean washed the dishes, 'it's your day off, surely you want to be out with your friends?'

Mattie had offered to look after Amelia so Jean could go with Lucien and Ruby.

'Jean,' Mattie stood and looked at her, 'I can care for a baby for half a day.'

'I know...'

'Jean, just go, please.' Mattie sighed, 'settle her in, look around. You'll feel so much more at ease when you have done so.'

'Alright. Thank you Mattie.'

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'Oh, hello Jean.' Ruby smiled when she saw the doctor had brought his housekeeper. 'Are you coming too?'

'I thought I could help you sort your things out, at your new home,' Jean smiled back, 'if you'd like me to.'

'That's very kind of you.' Ruby was sitting on the bed, swinging her legs like a little girl.

Lucien came back into the room, 'That's everything in the car.' He grinned, 'Coat on, Ruby, and your shoes.'

Ruby needed prompting to do even the most ordinary of tasks. The nurses had found they had to lay her clothes out each morning, in the order they should be put on, stand with her as she washed and supervise her bathing. It was all terribly sad, Jean and Lucien both thought.

'Good bye, Ruby,' Sister smiled at her, 'be a good girl, but most of all, be happy.'

'I will, Sister.' Ruby held out her hand, 'thank you for looking after me.' She handed her a piece of paper. Sister turned it over, it was a perfect pencil sketch of her, with a little note written in childish printing, 'Thank you, from Ruby.'

'Ruby, it's lovely,' Sister kissed her cheek, 'thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

Sister watched them leave, with a little tear on her cheek, so sad and so sweet. She was going to miss her. Perhaps she'd visit, on her day off.

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Ruby stared out of the window on the way to Mount Clear. She pointed out things excitedly, like the child she was. Jean explained what she was seeing and several times had to tell her to sit nicely, as she bounced across the back seat from side to side, when something caught her eye.

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Lucien pulled up a drive and parked in the small parking area. A cheerful, motherly woman came out, smiling in welcome.

'Dr Blake!' She called, 'lovely to see you.'

'Hello Mrs Arthur,' He shook hands with her, 'here we are with your latest charge.' He opened the door for Jean, 'this is my housekeeper, Mrs Beazley and this,' he opened the back door, 'is Ruby. Out you get my dear.'

'Please to meet you Mrs Beazley,' Mrs Arthur shook hands, 'and hello Ruby, how lovely to see you. Dr Blake has told me so much about you.' She smiled warmly at the girl who responded in kind.

'Now, Ruby,' Mrs Arthur held out her hand to her, 'we don't stand on ceremony here, you can call me 'mother', everybody else does. Now let me show you your room and you can put your things away.'

'I thought Mrs Beazley could help her, while I talk to you, Mrs Arthur.' Lucien picked up Ruby's suitcase.

'A splendid idea.' Mrs Arthur agreed, 'this way.'

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The room was spacious and bright. There was a bed with a cabinet next to it, which had a lamp and a clock on it. A chest of drawers and a wardrobe, a chair and a washbasin.

'This is nice, isn't it Ruby?' Jean smiled.

'Yes, I think it will be just lovely.' She had wandered over to the window, 'I can sit and look out of the window.'

'I'm sure there will be other things for you to do,' Jean smiled. 'Now, let's organise your things.'

Lucien had told her everything had to be put in an order she could follow. There were five other girls in the house with mother and she would have to develop some degree of independence. To that end, Jean had made labels for the days of the week, Ruby could read, so each day a set of clothes needed to be put ready. Jean labelled the drawers, and in each put a set of underwear. The bottom drawer was labelled as 'pyjamas', and her nightwear was placed in there. In the wardrobe she put an outfit on the hangers, each labelled with a day.

'Now, how does that suit you, dear?' Jean said, as she hung her robe on the back of the door.

'It looks lovely,' Ruby looked round, 'thank you, Jean.'

'Mother will help you, until you get used to it,' Jean smiled at her, 'shall we go and find the doctor and your artist's things?'

'Oh, yes please.' Ruby stood up and waited for Jean to join her at the door. She had got used to being escorted around the hospital for a walk each day and just expected that this would be the same. Jean opened the door and ushered her out.

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'...so you see, Mrs Arthur,' Lucien finished off, 'Ruby is really just a little girl, but a rather forgetful one at that.'

'We'll look after her, doctor.' Mrs Arthur smiled, 'if Mrs Beazley has organised her room as you say, then we find repetition of activities embeds them. Everything is run on routine here.'

'I have said I will visit her once a week,' Lucien sat back, 'she may forget who I am in between times, but that's ok. Mrs Beazley would like to visit on occasion too, bringing Amelia. Not to remind her, but because she has seen the baby and seems to like her. We haven't told her she is the 'other Ruby' who wore the ring on the chain as we feel it may overload and upset her.'

'Do I expect any visits from her husband?'

'Unlikely,' Lucien pursed his lips, 'he is paying towards her keep, but that comes via me. If he does decide to visit I will let you know and will, in all likelihood, drive him over.'

'Good,' Mrs Arthur thought, from what she had been told, that Christopher was uncaring, she didn't look forward to dealing with him. The other girls had regular visits from their families and she was glad that Ruby would have the same.

'What is happening to the baby?'

'Erm...' Lucien coloured, 'Mrs Beazley and I are to be married, and we will adopt her, she is Jean's granddaughter.'

'Right, well, congratulations.' She smiled, there had been something she noticed between the doctor and his housekeeper, but hadn't liked to assume.

Jean and Ruby found them and Ruby said she liked her bedroom,

'Thank you,' she smiled sweetly. 'mother?'

'Well done, Ruby, dear,' Jean touched her arm, 'you remembered.'

'I did, didn't I?' Ruby grinned. 'Doctor, where are my painting things?'

'Still in the car, Ruby.' Lucien smiled, 'first a tour of the house then mother will show you where they can go. You can have a sketchbook in your room.'

'Oh.' She looked puzzled.

'Don't worry, my dear,' Mrs Arthur smiled, 'we have a special room for doing art and crafts, you can have a space there.'

'Oh, alright.' Ruby brightened, happy with the explanation.

Ruby was shown where she would eat and where the bathrooms were.

It appeared they all ate together in the kitchen, round a big, scrubbed pine table. Ruby would take her turn with the washing up, she would be shown how, and some of the household tasks.

They went out of the house and Lucien collected the box of artist's materials from the car. They headed to the middle of the three houses set in the grounds and Ruby was taken inside by Mrs Arthur.

'Now, Ruby,' She stopped in the hallway and waited for the other two to join them, 'this house is where we do all our activities, art, sewing, reading, music. Let me show you round.'

She took Ruby into a room where two girls were sitting reading. The walls were lined with books of all types, and there were comfortable chairs and side tables.

'This is Anna and Katie.' Mrs Arthur introduced the two girls, 'girls, this is Ruby, she is coming to join us.'

Anna smiled her greeting, Katie leapt up with a grin on her face,

'Ooh, goody! A new friend.' She grabbed Ruby's hand, which made her jump and pull back a little.

'Now Katie,' Mrs Arthur remonstrated gently, 'we don't make people jump like that, do we?'

'Sorry, mother.' Katie smiled again.

'Katie is a bit lively, it's unusual to see her in the reading room.' Mrs Arthur smiled.

In another room a young man was playing the piano, and a young girl was joining in on the flute.

'This is James and Marnie,' Mrs Arthur said quietly. She turned to Lucien,

'They don't speak and don't like looking at people, but, boy, can they play.'

Lucien smiled, 'Indeed they can, it's really quite beautiful.' He looked at Jean who was also smiling at the music.

'Ruby,' Mrs Arthur turned to her, 'you are welcome to play an instrument, or learn to.'

'Thank you, mother.' Ruby smiled. 'It looks fun.'

The next room was much fuller, the remaining two men at the home were painting at easels, and two girls were drawing.

'You can have this place for your easel, Ruby.' Mrs Arthur showed her a place by the window, if you'd like that.'

'I think that will be just lovely,' Ruby smiled. Lucien helped her set her things out while Mrs Arthur showed Jean the rest of the house. The sewing room was empty but there were a couple of machines and haberdashery available. If anyone wanted to make some clothes they were taken into Ballarat to choose their material.

'The men sleep in the other, small house.' Mrs Arthur told her, 'with the ages of our residents we don't think it appropriate they share a house. They still have the urges young adults have.'

'Of course.' Jean smiled, 'but you're not on your own here, are you?'

'No, come and meet my fellow house parents.' She escorted Jean to another room, a sitting room with easy chairs, magazines, and a radiogram. 'This is Mr Stephens, he looks after the men and this is Sally, who does most of the cooking, with help from the boys and girls.' She introduced the two people having a quiet cuppa. 'Sally, Joe, this is Mrs Beazley. She has come with Dr Blake to settle our newest resident in, Ruby.'

'Pleased to meet you,' hands were shaken. 'The tea's fresh, would you like a cup?' Sally offered.

'I'd love one, thank you.' Jean smiled and took the seat offered.

'I'll leave you to chat, perhaps you could tell Sally and Joe something about Ruby?' Mrs Arthur left the room.

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Jean was just finishing telling the two house parents about Ruby when Lucien found her.

'Ah there you are,' He smiled and bent to kiss her cheek. 'Ruby seems quite happy now she has her art things.'

'I suppose we'd better go and say good bye.' Jean sighed, this was not going to be easy.

'We agreed, Jean, she will be happy and safe here,' He put his arm round her, 'you can come and see her whenever you want, just be prepared for her to forget who you are, from time to time.'

'We'll look after her for you,' Sally smiled.

'Thank you.' Lucien took Jean out of the room, quite prepared for tears and recriminations, again. He thought Lerderberg Park would be a good idea for the next day.

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Jean cried part of the way home, until Lucien pulled over.

'Now, Jean.' He gave her his handkerchief, 'you saw how happy she is. Quite content with her room and her materials.'

'I'm sorry, Lucien, really.' She sniffed, 'I still feel I let her down, I should have been kinder.'

'Twaddle!' He kissed her, 'nothing you could have done would have stopped this, and as for being kinder, well, that was impossible. If Christopher had been more supportive it might have helped but what happened would have happened either way. He said she had absences during her pregnancy, that was an indication. Now we need to focus on Amelia, and us.'

'I'll try.' She smiled a little and leant her head against his shoulder. He turned the engine off,

'Now, as there's no one about...' He put his arms around her and pulled her into a passionate kiss, that left her breathless and giggling,

'You are so naughty, Dr Blake.' She teased.

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Not only had Mattie looked after Amelia, she had prepared the vegetables for dinner and Charlie had put a roast on.

Jean and Lucien had called in at a cafe for a light lunch and it was there he suggested they go up to the cabin with Amelia the following day. He could ask Alice to take his duties for him and they had no surgery so, essentially they were free for the day.

'What about Mattie and Charlie?' Jean worried.

'Both out of the house,' he smiled. 'don't worry, you deserve a break, you've had it tough recently, nobody would begrudge you a few hours off.'

'I know,' she leaned across the table, 'but not with my employer.' She hissed.

'Aren't I allowed to give you a lift somewhere?' He raised his eyebrows.

'I can see why they had you in intelligence,' she laughed, 'you're a sneaky so and so.'

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'So, how did Ruby take it?' Mattie asked as she and Jean washed up that evening.

'Quite well.' Jean admitted, 'she has a lovely room, she can paint and draw to her heart's content. I think she'll be ok.'

'I'm sure she will,' Mattie smiled, 'I've never heard a bad word said about that place.'

'Good,' Jean cleaned the sink and draped her rubber gloves over the tap. 'Now, I don't know about you, but I could do with a sherry.'

'Now, I agree with you there.' Mattie grinned.

Lucien came out of the study and joined them. He sat next to Jean and put his arm round her. She leant against him and sighed,

'Alright?' He asked.

'Yes, yes I am.' She decided she was alright, she had seen Ruby settled and happy and she could go and see her if she wanted to.

'Good,' he leant back and smiled. 'Amelia settled?'

'For now.' Jean smiled, 'are you on the two o'clock shift?'

'Yes.' He smiled, 'we can count stars together, again.'

'Well, I think I'll go up,' Mattie stretched and stood. She looked at Charlie.

'Yeah, me too,' he got the message, 'long day, today.'

There were calls of 'goodnight', and the two lodgers headed up to bed, leaving Jean and Lucien relaxing on the couch.

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Lucien kissed the top of her head. He'd phoned Alice while she was washing up and asked her to be on call for him, similarly, Matthew. Just saying he had some personal business to take care of.

Jean finished her sherry and he took the glass of her and put it down. She tipped her head and smiled at him, a smile full of invitation. He bent down and kissed that smile, gently at first then deeper as she responded, putting her arms round his neck, twirling the curls at the nape. His hands slid down her sides and round her waist, pulling her close until she was on his knee. She pulled away from him and nestled against his chest. She felt she could sleep just where she was but if Mattie or Charlie came down that would be embarrassing.

'I'd better go up,' she whispered.

'You don't have to,' he didn't let go, 'you can stay down here.'

'Lucien,' she looked at him, 'I think it would be asking for trouble.'

'I won't do anything you don't want me to.'

She slid off his knee. 'Goodnight, dearest boy.' She kissed his head. It wasn't Lucien she didn't trust!

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'That everything!?' Lucien called through into the kitchen.

'Think so!' Jean poked her head round the door, 'I'll just get Amelia.'

She appeared seconds later with the baby in her arms and he held the car door open for her.

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The road was quiet as Lucien drove them away from town, and the further away they got the more she relaxed. The early morning sun was bright and it promised to be a pleasant and warm day. She gave Amelia a bottle in the car as Lucien turned onto a small road through the forest. He seemed to be following the course of the river. The sunlight flickered between the trees making stripes of light and dark across the road. Lucien had told her a little more about the cabin as they drove. It was small and was divided into a sleeping and a living area with a wood burning stove. The rudimentary bathroom had a basin and a toilet, which was dry. All that had to be done was sawdust put down it. There was a bucket of sawdust. As he said it wasn't really for long term use, just the odd night. She said she didn't expect five star luxury, and, as a farmer's widow she was quite prepared for 'rudimentary'.

He pulled up at a clearing, in front of a log cabin. He'd obviously worked hard that week. There were a few leaves on the veranda, but she could see evidence of curtains at the small windows, which were clean. He got out of the car and held the door open for her, then went to the door of the cabin. She watched him take a deep, hesitant breath. It was important to him that she liked the place, found it acceptable, because he thought they could run away for the odd night or even weekend when they were married, or even before!

'It's alright, Lucien.' She touched his arm and smiled up at him.

'Ok then,' he pushed the door open and let her enter first.

She stopped just inside and smiled. He hadn't done it justice. Yes it was dusty, but he hadn't been there recently, and a quick wipe over would soon sort that out. Everything was covered in dust sheets, except for the stove. There was a basket of wood and kindling, a kettle sitting ready to be filled and boiled. She lifted the dust sheet off, what she assumed was a couch, it was. It looked fairly comfortable. A table and a couple of chairs just about completed the living area. She walked further in, to the back of the cabin. There was a bed, old iron framed, that probably creaked. She pulled the dust sheet off it, just a mattress and a couple of pillows, not that she expected sheets and blankets, but she hadn't thought to bring any. The mattress was new, so were the pillows, he had obviously thought this through, to some extent. She decided she'd investigate the 'bathroom' when she needed to.

'Lucien, it's lovely.' She smiled, 'everything we do need and nothing we don't.'

'Really, it's ok?' In three strides he was there, his arms around her, kissing her over the head of Amelia, who didn't seem to mind the extra tight hug.

Lucien started to bring things in from the car. First the bassinet basket for Amelia so Jean could put her down.

'Lucien,' she called out to him, 'what do we do for water?'

'I'll get some from the stream,' he poked his head into the cabin, 'it needs to be boiled but it's perfectly fine after that.'

He brought the last box in, 'First I'll light the stove so it can start to heat up.' He started to put a twist of paper in, lit it, then added light kindling. 'You ok with this?'

'Yes,' she smiled, 'when it gets going I'll add more kindling.'

'Be careful,' he kissed her then picked up a jerry can from beside the stove and left her to go through the boxes he had packed. One was food and drink, including the bottles for Amelia he had told her they would need. The other was bed linen, 'Hm,' she murmured to herself, 'you're expecting something, doctor.' Then she grinned, and who was going to know, she thought; a couple of towels and Amelia's spare nappies. He hadn't forgotten anything, as far as she could see.

There was a small cupboard to the side of one window. In it she found a frying pan, saucepan, two tin plates, two mugs, a tea pot and some cutlery. None of it matched, the frying pan had a dent in the side and the teapot had a chip in the spout. She smiled, who cares, she mused.

The stove was warming up nicely when Lucien got back with the jerry can, full of fresh, clear spring water. He filled the kettle, spilling water on the floor, but it soaked away through the floorboards.

'Found everything?' He asked, sitting next to her on the couch where she was feeding Amelia.

'I don't think you've forgotten anything, Lucien.' She smiled and lifted her head to kiss him.

'Good.' He put his arm round her and they sat waiting for the kettle to boil, so they could have some tea.

'Did you really live here that week?' She asked, feeling she was learning more and more about her future husband.

'I did.' He nodded, 'bought all I needed in Darley and chucked out all the old rubbish, scrubbed and cleaned.'

'You did an excellent job.'

'Thank you.' He kissed her again. 'Dad and I used to come up here for weekends, I was surprised the bed was still usable, though, as I'm sure you've noticed I did buy a new mattress.'

'I did,' she laughed. 'and that you brought linen with us.'

He had the good grace to blush, 'I thought you might need a nap.'

'Really?' She teased, 'a nap, Dr Blake...'

He cleared his throat then noticed the kettle was boiling and set to, to make tea for her, while she finished off with Amelia.

Amelia settled they cuddled on the couch and drank their tea. Jean sighed, somehow it tasted different, nicer perhaps. He took the empty mug off her and set them both on the table.

He took her in his arms and kissed her slowly and thoroughly, nibbled her ears, nipped her throat. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders as he opened the buttons on her blouse, and kissed the top of her breasts.

'Lucien,' she gasped, trying to get to the buttons on his shirt. He moved just enough to give her room to open his shirt, 'I made the bed.' She managed to breathe as he covered her mouth with his, and tasted her sweet mouth again. He reached round her back and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down so when he lifted her up she was only in her underwear and slip.

He carried her to the bed where they continued undressing each other then touching what had been hidden for so long until he entered her and took her to a release that only the trees could hear. He rolled over, keeping her with him, holding her tight and stroking the soft skin on her back. She kissed his chest, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Making love with him, in a little log cabin, she felt freer than she had ever felt in her life.

'I love you,' she whispered, closing her eyes and letting sleep wash over her. He pulled the covers over them and joined her in blissful dreams.

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Amelia started to grizzle, then cry. Jean and Lucien both stirred.

'My turn,' he whispered, rolling her gently off his chest, watching her curl up again. He slipped out of the bed and pulled on his shorts before going to see to the baby. His watch told him they had slept for nearly four hours, so she had done well. It all pointed to her sleeping through soon. There was enough warm water in the kettle to heat her milk, but he filled it up to boil it, should Jean want to wash as he thought she surely would.

Amelia was quite happy to take her bottle from a half naked man, her blue eyes stared up at him and he smiled. He and Jean were unlikely to have any children of their own, so he could give his fatherly love and guidance to this little one. While he was musing on this he heard Jean get up and go to the bathroom.

'Hot water in the kettle, love!' He called through, and smiled at the sight of her wrapped in the sheet from the bed, curls all messed up, utterly, utterly gorgeous and totally desirable. But, they would have to get back.

'Thank you,' she smiled shyly, silly really, after what they had done.

He settled Amelia and started to tidy up the things they would have to take back with them. Most of it, he knew, it wasn't difficult to pack a couple of boxes with what they needed.

Jean came through, dressed and her hair combed, a little bit of lipstick re applied. She was carrying the bed linen.

'Amelia alright?' She asked, dropping her load on the floor.

'Fine, want some help?' He smiled and picked up the edge of a sheet.

'Please.'

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They pulled up on the drive and sighed, together, then laughed. There were no lights on, so Jean surmised that the lodgers were out for the evening.

They had settled Amelia back in Lucien's room, Jean had put the linen in the basket for the next wash, Lucien had gone out for fish and chips and everything looked as usual in the house when Charlie and Mattie returned.

'Oh, you're back.' Mattie smiled, 'good day?'

'Lovely thank you.' Jean smiled back, 'have you two eaten?'

'Charlie took me to the club,' Mattie grinned, 'well it was that or cook for me.'

'Mattie, you can whip up a meal when I'm not here.' Jean teased her.

'I know, but he offered.' Mattie laughed, 'where's Lucien?'

'Gone for fish and chips for us.' Jean got up to get plates and cutlery.

'Oh, Amelia?'

'Tucked up in her bassinet.' Jean replied. She was waiting for the questions she knew Mattie was dying, but too shy, to ask.

Lucien chose that moment to return with their supper, much to Jean's relief.

'Oh, hello, you two.' He grinned putting the parcel on the table.

'Hello, Lucien.' Mattie smiled. Then reckoning she wasn't going to get anything out of them, headed to the living room for her sherry.

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'Ok?' Lucien whispered as they ate.

'Yes,' Jean smiled, conspiratorially, 'Mattie knows fine well what we've been up to, just not where.' She giggled

He looked at her in astonishment, surely...

'No, I haven't said anything, nor has she, I just know she knows.'

'Are you alright?' He wondered, 'I mean...'

'Let me see,' she tipped her head to one side, 'put it this way, do you mind me helping you with Amelia tonight?'

'Er...Oh, right.' He grinned, 'yes, I might need some help.'

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Really must get Jean a new robe, don't you think?