"Peter!?" Chummy yelled from their bed.

"Patrick!?" Shelagh yelled from the settee.

"Yes?" They both men answered.

"I'm stuck, Peter." Chummy answered, feeling ashamed that she could no longer get out of her own bed.

"I can't get off the settee!" Shelagh replied, feeling her cheeks burn.

Both men were trying not to laugh as they helped their wives up, Chummy sneezed and jerked backwards taking Peter with her. The two were consumed in a fit of giggles.

Peter and Chummy had exciting news so they invited the Turners for dinner then tea after.

Chummy raced to the door as fast as her body would let her, Flinging it open, they were assaulted with the smell of heavenly food.

"What did you cook? It smells amazing." Timothy said, starting to drool.

"Oh, nothing fancy. Just your favorite!" Chummy replied, Timothy looked at his parents and Gasped with joy.

"Sis, you really didn't need to do that." Shelagh said, as she started to turn red from calling her 'Sis'

"It was no bother, I know how much he likes fried chicken and potatoes. Peter is a big fan too!"

"And me!" Patrick jumped in laughing.

"Well, everything is ready, wash up and we will eat." Chummy said smiling.

They sat and ate what seemed like a feast for kings, and the Turners were getting very anxious as to what the news was.

"So? What is the news!" Shelagh said not wanting to wait any longer.

"Well… We found a new flat! Peter being in the forces we get our choice of a new home." Chummy said, smiling widely.

"And well, there is an eight bedroom, one four on top four on bottom. It's reasonably priced and walking distance from Nonnatus." Peter said, Joining his wife with four tea cups and a glass of Orange juice for Timothy.

"That's wonderful, but what does it have to do with us?" Patrick said, taking his tea and handing his wife hers.

"Well there is room for Timothy, Freddie, two nursery's and two master bedrooms." Peter finished and Chummy jumped in.

"We… We want you to move in with us!" She exclaimed, Watching the turners faces drop from the heavens.

"Well, that's some news!" Patrick said, slapping his knee.

"Can we mum? Dad? Please!" Timothy Begged

"Tonight has been a night straight from the Lord." Shelagh said, looking at Patrick and both of their eyes started to tear up.

"Timothy will you take Freddie and Angela to go play?" Patrick asked his son.

"Yes dad." The two left and Shelagh was now flooded with tears, Patrick sat with a firm grip on her hand to calm her. Shelagh began to speak with her voice cracking as she swept away tears.

"We got a notice in the mail saying our building is to be demolished and we have 30 days to move." She said trying to hold her tears.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner!" Chummy cried.

"I think I can speak for both of us when we say, we would be extremely happy to move in with you. And not because of need, but rather want." Patrick replied, sighing of joy.

"Then that's that! We will be able to move on the 14th." Peter said, watching his wife ever so happy.

"Oh! I am so excited. We will have to start packing soon then!"

"Guess we should tell Tim, huh?" The Turners replied

"Timothy!?" Patrick yelled.

Timothy came in the room shushing them. "Shh! I just got them both to sleep!

"Timothy that was so nice of you!" Chummy said, wrapping him in a hug

"Anything for you Auntie!" Timothy said, wrapping his arms around her neck.

"Timothy, Would you like to stay here tonight?'' Peter asked, The young boy who was not sitting between them.

"Can I!" He exclaimed

"What a marvelous idea Peter, we can keep Angela too. What do you think?"

"It would give us some time to pack." Shelagh looked at her Husband and said.

"Alright Tim you can stay!" Patrick added

"Ya… Wait pack? For what?" Timothy said, looking ever so confused

"We are moving, into an eight bedroom flat with the Noakes!" Shelagh told him

"Best night ever!" He added.

"Timothy, go get your pj's on and brush your teeth please." Chummy said, sending him away

"Thank you so much for this entire night." "Yes, thank you" The Turners said getting up to leave.

"Patrick?"

"Peter?" The two women said to their husbands laughing.

The girls looked at each other and sighed. "Help!" Saying in unison, neither of them could get up!

Thirty four weeks of pregnancy had not been kind to either of them, or their husbands.

And moving in two weeks was the icing on the cake for doing too much.