Chummy and Shelagh were both almost a week overdue, between them they were miserable.
Stuck in the house with nothing to do, they cleaned, knitted, sewn and everything under the sun. Chummy's Mother in law was over having tea, She was sitting in front of Shelagh on the floor. Chummy walked with a look of terror on her face, little did she know Shelagh had the same look on hers. Chummy grabbed the settee and winced as a pain ripped through her, Shelagh had done the same thing in her chair just minutes before.
"Breathe 'weety it'll ve okay." Irene told her.
"Oh no… Not you too!" Shelagh said, fearing that they were not having Braxton hicks anymore.
"Afraid so old girl." Chummy said, sitting down.
"Timothy!" Shelagh yelled to her son.
"Who called me? Mum or Auntie?" He asked.
"I did dear, It seems that there will be far more of us very soon." Shelagh replied.
"Enough said I'll be back!" As he ran out the door.
Timothy went to the Clinic and found his father closing up for the day. "DAD!" He cried, running through the door. "Babies' are on the way!" He said fleeing to Nonnatus.
Knock, knock, BANG, BANG! Timothy pounded on the door.
"Timothy dear, whatever has you so panicked?" Sister Julienne asked.
"Granny! It's Mum and Auntie! Babies' are on the way!" He said out of breath from running.
"Come soon I have to go get Uncle Peter!" Timothy said, Running down the stairs to the police station.
Timothy bolted into the police station bypassing Head Sg. Rook "Sorry!" Timothy yelled, running to Peters Office. "Uncle Peter! It's time!" Peter jumped up, grabbed his things and clocked out.
"Go on son its almost your off shift anyway." Sg. Rook said, to him.
The two headed back to the house as fast as they could, upon arrival they heard a mighty holler from Chummy.
"Camilla are you okay!?" Peter said, fear in his tone.
"Yes, dear… I Bally stubbed my toe." She said, in a pained tone.
"Oh." Peter sighed, when there was a knock on the door.
Sister Julienne had brought Sister Evangelina, Trixie and Cynthia with her.
"Come in, there in the sitting room." Peter said, laughing as Patrick came running.
"Patrick whatever are you doing?" Trixie asked, trying not to laugh too.
"Timothy came and got me!" He said, out of breath.
"I meant running, you have a car!" Trixie said, not able to hold her laughter.
"Oh no! I am an Idiot." Patrick said, making his wife giggle as he playfully hit his head on the wall.
"Mum?" Peter said, walking into the sitting room, seeing his mother sitting with his wife.
"ello Sweetheart, I was 'ere for tea, but I fink I'll be stayin'." Irene said, holding Chummy's hand.
"Peter, can you phone your Pa and tell him mums staying?" Chummy asked feeling another pain start. "Yes, dear, I will." Peter said, kissing his wife on the forehead and walking away.
"eeve sweety, you 'old my 'and as tight as you need." Irene told her, trying to keep her calm.
Cynthia and Trixie went to ready their rooms with delivery pack and the Sisters stayed to keep them calm… Trixie came into the Sitting room and sat down on the floor in front of Chummy.
"Okay sweet are you ready?" She asked, Chummy nodded in reply.
They helped her stand to her feet and slowly walked to their room. Trixie and Irene on each side, Sister Evangelina behind her for support and Peter in front of her holding her hands and coaching her. "Almost Camilla, I know you're tired and it hurts but you're almost there!" Peter told her. They got to their room and Peter was shooed out of the room only to get her dressed though.
"Shelagh, Are you ready?" Cynthia asked her. Shelagh shook her head no as her eyes welled up with tears. "No. I'm scared!" She replied.
"Whatever for my dear? You have me and Patrick and Cynthia, we are here to take care of you. Doctor Parker will be popping around soon, so there is nothing to worry about." Sister Julienne reassured her. "Come on, listen to my voice and focus on me." Patrick told her as they helped her stand, they walked up the stairs and just like Peter he was shooed out too.
"Patrick I need you to go back to the clinic." Shelagh said, to him.
"Let me guess, for Gas and air?" He replied laughing.
Shelagh gave him a look and he was sent on his way for his orders.
Knock, knock. Peter answered the door to find Dr. Parker. "First door on the right and top of the stairs, third door on the left." Peter said, knowing the drill.
"Shelagh everything looks well baby is fine you are at 5 fingers." Dr. Parker said, snapping his gloves as he took them off.
"See everything is in fine fettle!" Cynthia said, holding her hand.
"Chummy you are doing splendid and everything is well, I would say you're almost at six fingers." Dr. Parker said, laying his hand on hers for reassurance.
Patrick went running up the stairs with one case dropping the other at the door.
"Here you are darling, I am positive Cynthia can set it up while I take care of Chummy." He gave her an ever so soft loving kiss before he walked out of the room.
Knock, knock. "It's Patrick." He said, knocking on Chummys door.
They opened the door to see him holding a large black leather case. "Gas and Air to the rescue!"
"Patrick you just scored some serious points!" Trixie said, smiling at Chummy.
As things progressed the yelling and moaning from pain was heard all the way down Mellish st.
Peter and Patrick had decided to go for a walk in the garden to calm their nerves.
"I hate this, its so much different being the dad and waiting outside the door." Patrick said, Lighting a cigarette and offering one to Peter.
"Yeah, you got that right. My nerves are like cat meat!" Peter took up his offer only to calm himself down and relax for a bit.
"All we can do is wait." Patrick said, as the two sat on the bench outside.