This is a much longer chapter than my other ones. With my GCSE stuff for school, I don't have much time to write this, but it's nearly the Easter Hols so I'll write lots then! I need something to fulfil my obsession as CTM isn't on till Christmas! :( I made up this pairing, please don't copy it. I just love them!

She did not know if she could bear it any longer. Seperation from them. Men, Boys.

Everyone thought her as the confident, pretty girl but sometimes she wished she could be more like Cynthia. She had been labeled a slut several times but that did not destroy her confidence at all.

Ever since that day, she could only think of him.

It had been her perfect weather.

She had high hopes for a good day, Mrs Copeley was due to give birth to twins and Trixie was her midwife.

Also Jenny was looking after an old man called George Hill and she had become rather attached to him. Trixie and Cynthia thought he looked like he was going to go the same way as Joe Collett, and they were worried about how Jenny would take it.

She had just lost another of her favourite patients, Elizabeth Jenkins' 2 year old daughter Cathy and 7 month old son Jack to TB. Doctor Turner wasn't sure Elizabeth had it yet, she would need to have an x-ray.

Trixie knew Jenny was very worried about her, and also Jenny seemed to be really quiet after Jimmy left again. She had a secret, and Trixie wanted to know it.

Trixie tried to get her to come out dancing, but Jenny said she wasn't up to it.

Then Trixie suggested teasingly that they ask Alec to come along too, and Jenny had a very odd expression on her face, one that Trixie had seen before only once, but she couldn't remember when.

Was it anger, or smugness?

She didn't know.

As she set out on her rounds, she planned to attack Jenny about it that evening.

She turned the corner and started down the familiar road, waving to Peter and Fred who were walking towards Nonnatus House with Baby Fred, who was looking awfully cute in one of Cynthia's brothers hats.

Anne Campbell, who was due to give birth later that week wasn't far down the road. She popped in, did all the routine checks, and accepted a cup of tea from demanding Mr Campbell. Everything was well with the baby, she made a mental note to tell Sister Julienne when she got back, as she had been worried because Anne's previous baby had been stillborn.

She left the Campbell's and started to carry to Mrs Stacy, when something stopped her.

It was him.

Standing there, in the middle of the road. Smiling at her.

They seemed to be frozen in time for a moment, as they stared and stared at each other.

Trixie could not believe it.

He was here, like he had never left. She didn't want to stop looking at the face she knew so well. The face that so often appeared in her dreams, her nightmares.

They both advanced a few steps towards each other, then he dropped his suitcases and her bike slammed onto the floor and they ran towards each other and hugged so hard, like their lives depended on it.

She looked up at him and he took her face in his hands, like he couldn't get enough of her. His eyes were the reason she felt worthy. In his arms, she felt beautiful.

"I've missed you so much, Trix." He told her strongly.

"Then why didn't you call? Once? Or write? It's been a year. 365 days, and you didn't call, not once." Trixie asked sadly.

He looked at her, a proper look. Then screwed up his face in sadness. He took a deep breath, then said, "I didn't think you'd want me anymore. I didn't think you loved me, not as much as I did you. I thought you'd move on, maybe a month or so after I'd left. It wouldn't take you long. I'm nothing. Besides, you're the most beautiful girl in the world, a man would be mad not to want you, you could have anyone! Whereas I'm, I'm, nothing. Not anything compared to you."

Trixie began to cry and he held her close to him. He had missed her so unbearably much.

"No." She said quietly. "Jack, you're everything. Everything to me. How could you ever think I wouldn't want you! You think I would want some stinky old man from Poplar!"

He chuckled.

"I was so stupid to have left. I'm so sorry, Trix. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course."

They smiled at each other and he leaned closer to her and kissed her strongly.

Then she realised how much she craved him, his kiss, his touch, his voice, his mouth, everything about him.

They both carried on to Mrs Stacy's together.

She flew through Mrs Stacy's routine checks, not really noticing what she was doing, her heart and mind racing at the thought of Jack waiting for her outside.

She shut the Stacy's front door and smiled widely at Jack who was leaning against the wall next to her bike, who's frame was a bit bashed from when she had slammed it on the ground earlier. Also the chain had come off. Fred wouldn't be happy, she smiled at the thought.

With Trixie pushing her bike with one hand and holding Jack's hand with the other, they walked together towards the sun.

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