"So what are your plans for the day?" Peter asked.
"Window shopping with Shelagh, Clinic, three loads of wash and going to the shops for groceries. Could you help?" She said turning around asking him to pull the straps of her girdle.
"You and Shelagh have became close haven't you? Too tight?" He said before tying the straps.
"Yes, we have. It's so nice to be able to talk to another woman. That's perfect." She said as he helped her get her dress over her head. "You treat me to well!" She said winking at him. "That was a naughty wink you cheeky thing." He replied, Slapping her rear and making her jump. "Peter!" He started laughing and walked away, leaving her red faced.
"Shelagh! I was just on my way over." Chummy said.
"Oh dear, I thought I was supposed to come to you!" Shelagh laughed.
"Well, it's too late for either now, to the shops?"
"Yes, don't let me forget I need to pick up new socks for Timothy."
"And I for Peter!" They laughed, walking down the street to the corner shop.
"Chummy! Look." Shelagh gasped, holding up the most beautiful dress and jumper set.
"Oh, those are darling!" She replied.
"Only two and eight, and they come in blue and yellow!"
"I want yellow!" Chummy said, laying the dress on one side of her bump and the jumper on the other. "I want blue!" Shelagh exclaimed, doing the very same thing. Shelagh and Chummy were now 26 weeks pregnant. They stood in front of each other with their swollen bellies touching, and looking at the outfits. The two were talking and both gasped. "Gasp! Did you feel that?" They both said to each other laughing. Peter was right, "You two are becoming too alike." he said. "I have so much housework to do, I best be getting back." Chummy said, frowning.
Before Shelagh would say anything Chummy piped up again. "But my feet are killing me and I could use a cuppa, would one like to join?" She said, as Shelagh nodded in agreement.
"We can go pick up the kids and head back." By the time they got back to Chummy's house and made their tea the children insisted on nursing right at that moment. "Calm down wee one I must find a blanket, Shhh mummy's here. Oh dear, do you mind?" She asked, turning her brow.
"Not at all, I was about to ask the same thing, this one has figured out my blouse buttons!" The two sat in the kitchen and drank their tea while chatting and nursing the now 9 month old babies. "We have no secrets do we?" Shelagh laughed buttoning her shirt. "No, one thinks we don't." Chummy replied, smiling and doing the same. "It's quite funny how alike, we are and our children! We say things at the same time, we got pregnant together, our children wake up at the same time and feed at the same time. Whatever are we going to do?" walking to put her sleeping child in her pram and putting on her coat. "Oh dear! I… Uh, didn't mean together on that one part!" She said, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Have a lovely day Shelagh." Chummy said, Choosing to ignore that comment and not laugh.
Chummy did three loads of washing, rang out nappies and ironed what needed to be and laid Fred down for a nap. She sat down on her side of the bed and put her feet up, not intending to fall asleep. Peter came home from work early to find his wife snoozing off in bed at three in the afternoon. He knew she didn't feel well, the raspy snore and the stuffed nose set him off. His heart sank into the ground, he got into his nightclothes and snuggled in next to her. Pulling her close to him, thinking that he might be able to make her feel a bit better. "Peter?" She asked, not opening her eyes. "Hmm?" He said, closing his.
"One feels so horrible, my head hurts and my nose is stuffed up and my throat hurts too."
"I'm sorry Camilla." Peter said, Feeling her pulse and temperature. "Your pulse is a little elevated and you have a temperature." "Oh, One can't be sick!" She began to cry, the hormones had taken her over. "Don't cry love I'll take care of you and I will call the sisters in to check on you since I will be at work." "Peter, that is too much of a fuss."
"No, It's not. Especially for my Pregnant wife!" He said, both of their eyes had closed not to open again until half past 6 when the phone rang.
Neither were hungry and Freddie ate at 5, so she went back to sleep. When Peter came back up, she asked who it was. "It was Sergeant Michael, he was just telling me that he left some stuff for me for tomorrow. I asked to switch shifts to be on tomorrow night instead of the morning so that I can take care of you." "Peter!" "Don't Peter me, you're sick now come here!" He said, as she cuddled up to him and settling in.