It was a dreary Sunday morning in January.

Patsy found herself lounging on the sofa in her sister's house, as was their usual Sunday custom. She idly swirled her tea in her cup as she looked around at the leftover christmas decorations that had yet to be put away. The tree was still up and decorated, the white lights emanating a rather lovely hugue in the corner of the large lounge with all of Ted's toys sprawled out around and underneath. The young toddler himself was directly in front of Patsy, having been left in charge while Sophie and Delia went to collect some groceries.

Patsy sighed and looked out the window, feeling rather blue that she and Delia had returned from their now annual New Years trip to Paris and the two would be returning to work in less than 24 hours time.

Brightly colored images on the television caught her attention and she looked down at her nephew as he played with some blocks on the floor with cartoons quietly playing in the background. She sipped her tea and looked at him endearingly, thinking he was rather adorable playing quietly by himself, humming a tune of his own making.

'Aunt Patsy?' Ted said, not looking up from his block structure.

'Yes, Ted.'

'Can I ask you something?'

Patsy couldn't help but smirk at her nephew, marveling slightly that the toddler was already so we'll spoken.

'What's that?'

'Where is your penis?'

Patsy scoffed. Alright, maybe her nephews abject skills of observation weren't as mature for his age as she thought they had been.

'Ted, I don't have a penis.'

'Are you a man?'

'No, I'm a woman.'

'Really?'

'Yes,' she replied a little insulted.

She wondered if he was at that age where he was trying to figure all this out, the differences between men and women.

'Ted, how old are you?' she asked.

'This many,' Ted said raising three fingers.

'Hmph,' Patsy grumped and sipped her tea, realizing he was at that age. She braced herself to continue the conversation if need be.

Ted stacked up all his blocks and karate chopped at them with a shout, and they all came tumbling down, clamouring noisily on the coffee table and floor.

Patsy breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the boy was distracted.

Ted walked over to the sofa to climb up and sit next to Patsy, the boy looking up at her curiously.

'So you don't have a penis?' he asked.

Patsy smacked her forehead. Apparently she was wrong.

'Ted, no. I'm a woman. I don't have a penis,' she tried to explain as plainly as possible for him to understand.

'Oh,' Ted said, looking back to his blocks before turning back to Patsy, 'Does Aunt Delia have a penis?'

'No. Delia is a woman… she's also not your aunt.'

'Why?'

'Because we're not married.'

'Why?'

'We're just not,' Patsy shrugged and sipped her tea.

'So you do have a penis.'

'What? Ted, no, two women or two men can get married to one another just like your mum and dad are married.'

'So you're not a man?'

Patsy refrained from rolling her eyes as she seemed to be getting nowhere with her nephew, 'Ted, no, I'm a woman. Delia is a woman. We are two women and we can be together just like your mum and dad are. Neither of us have a penis, nor do we need one.'

'Says who?'

Patsy looked over to see Delia enter the room with a mesh bag full of groceries followed by her sister Sophie, heavily pregnant with her second child.

'Oh thank God you're back,' Patsy sighed, leaning back on the sofa as Ted bounced off to run and greet his mother.

Sophie leaned down as far as she could to give her son a pat on the head, 'Sorry sweetie but mummy has got to use the toilet,' she waddled away cursing at the baby inside her kicking into her ribs and pushing their head against her bladder mercilessly.

Delia scooped up Ted in her arms to keep him from running after his mum and situated him so he was sitting on her hip.

'What kind of conversation did I just walk in on, hmm?' she asked, giving a curious eye to Patsy.

'He's trying to figure out relationships,' Patsy said, rising from the sofa to join Delia in the kitchen, 'I think because he sees men and women together predominantly, he thinks that one of us must be a man.'

'Ah,' Delia said, turning to Ted, who was transfixed by her necklace and fiddling with it, 'Teddy, do you think Aunt Patsy and I are men or women?'

Ted looked to Patsy, seemingly unsure, then back to Delia, 'Aunt Patsy is a man.'

Patsy rolled her eyes to the ceiling and sighed.

'Why do you say that?' Delia asked, ignoring Patsy's reaction.

'Um,' Ted stuttered, seemingly collecting his thoughts, 'Aunt Delia and Aunt Patsy are together like mum and dad are and Aunt Delia is a woman because she has long hair.'

'Ted, for the last time I'm not a man,' Patsy huffed, 'and Delia isn't your aunt.'

Delia frowned and hugged Ted tighter.

'Im as good as,' she insisted, and Patsy clamped her mouth shut and harrumphed stubbornly.

'Are you married?' Ted asked Delia.

'No,' she replied.

'Why?'

'Gosh, Ted,' Delia started, feigning concern and looking to Patsy, 'that's certainly a good question, isn't it?'

'What are you looking at me like that for?' Patsy asked, hands on her hips.

'Why aren't we married, Patsy?'

'What do you mean why?' Patsy grumped feeling her face turn red and very much not liking being under the gaze of her girlfriend at the moment.

'She's never asked me to marry her, that's why,' Delia said quietly to Ted.

'You've never asked me either,' Patsy said stubbornly.

'Would you even say yes?'

'Would you!?'

'Certainly,' Delia said without hesitation.

Patsy faltered, not expecting that answer.

'So are you going to ask me or not?'

'I can't ask you now,' Patsy began to pace in circles in the small kitchen, suddenly overcome with nerves.

'Fine, then I'll ask you,' Delia insisted.

'I don't want that either! I feel like I would only be giving you an answer under duress!'

'Patsy, that's silly. You should know by now if you want to marry me or not, right?'

Patsy stopped her pacing.

She did know. She had known since two weeks after she had returned from Cambodia a year ago and thoughts of the hiding spot where she kept the ring appeared vibrantly in her mind She had been waiting the right moment to give it to her but it has always seemed too soon. She had doubts. She always had doubts. Delia was still so young and Patsy would always wonder if she really did want to be by her side for… well, for the rest of their lives ideally.

She turned to face Delia, her arms crossed and knowing she had a sour expression on her face that just seemed to make Delia's smile grow.

'Yes, I do know,' Patsy mumbled.

'So?'

'So what?'

'So are we getting married?'

'I guess!' Patsy said exasperated, throwing her hands up.

'You guess?'

'Ugh,' Patsy groaned, 'this was not how I expected this conversation to go in my head.'

Delia laughed, 'I did,' she ignored Patsy playfully narrowing her eyes at her, 'from the moment we first met, everything has been a constant struggle with you. It's no surprise to me that we're fighting about this now.'

Patsy rolled her eyes, 'Alright, fine,' she held out her hands and spoke softly in an attempt to control her temper, 'Delia, do you want to get married?'

'Oh, I'd like to get married someday. Specifically to someone in particular if they'd ask me properly.'

Patsy nearly growled, trying hard not to smile at Delia, who was as stubborn a smartass as she was and she had come to rather love that about her.

'You've got enough cheek for another arse, you know,' Patsy quipped.

'I'm still waiting for my proposal,' Delia said, batting her eyelashes.

Patsy sighed, finally giving in and willing herself not to stutter from nerves.

'Delia, will you marry me?' she asked, and even though she knew the answer her heart was still beating frantically in her chest awaiting her response.

Delia took in a big breath of air, her mouth wide as if she were about to respond when she suddenly turned to Ted and spoke quietly.

'What do you think? Should I marry Aunt Patsy?'

'I don't know,' Ted said rather shy as all the attention was on him all of a sudden.

Delia whispered low in his ear, 'Say 'yes'.'

'Yes!' he screamed, Delia backing away and blinking at the sudden change in volume.

She looked over to Patsy with a happy grin, 'Suppose that settles it.'

Patsy rolled her eyes at Delia's antics but couldn't help the happy grin that broke out on her face.

'Alright Ted,' Patsy said, crossing her arms and gazing pointedly at her nephew, 'you can call Aunt Delia now.'

Delia laughed, giving Ted a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before she set him down to run back to his blocks.

She turned to look back at Patsy, unable to contain a happy squeal as she bounced into her arms, and Patsy embraced her thinking she was so cute.

Delia wrapped her arms around Patsy's neck and pulled her down for several kisses, placing them all over her forehead and nose and cheeks, Patsy giggling until their mouths met for several sweet kisses.

The two broke apart as the sound of a door bursting open and smacking against the wall with such force that Patsy was sure it would leave a hole in the wall, reverberated through the house.

'Did I just hear a marriage proposal in my kitchen!' Sophie exclaimed from somewhere in the house.

Patsy and Delia shared a laugh as Sophie reappeared as quickly as she could, looking at them with the utmost excitement.

'So?!' she asked, 'are we going to be planning a wedding this year? Is that what I'm hearing?!'

Patsy held her hands up, 'Oh, no, I won't have any part of that bit,' she said backing away slightly.

'Oh yes you will,' Delia said, tugging on Patsy's ear as if she were a naughty child, 'there's no way I'm planning a wedding on my own.'

'You won't be alone, you'll have Sophie - ouch!'

'Oh my gosh, Delia, this'll be grand,' Sophie started, ignoring the small act of domestic abuse from Patsy's cheek, 'I've already been secretly working on a pinterest board just for this and I've been dying to show you,' Sophie began to pace, ticking off things to do while she pounded her fist into her palm, 'first we need to find a venue, are you thinking an autumn wedding? What about next spring? That'll determine the theme. And then a caterer, and a cake! Oh, Delia I know just the pla-,'

Patsy and Delia watched on bemused as Sohie suddenly cut herself off, her face contorting as if she were about to sneeze.

'You alright?' Patsy asked.

'No…' Sophie groaned out, leaning forward and clutching the kitchen counter until her knuckles turned white.

'Patsy I think she's having a contraction' Delia said, walking over to place a comforting hand on Sophie's back, 'just breath sweetie, remember your exercises.'

Sophie nodded and began to breathe.

Patsy remained nonplussed, observing her sister from her spot leaning against the sink.

Delia turned to face Patsy again, looking worried, 'Should we start heading to the hospital?'

Patsy shook her head, 'No need to rush. If this is an contraction we should wait until they're five minutes apart.'

Several moments passed where Sophie breathed while being observed by the two midwives in the room. Eventually she was able to stand up straight again and looked to the two apologetically.

'Sorry, I think it was a false alarm,' Sophie said, looking, 'I didn't mean to let my bad cramp take away from your moment.'

'It's alright,' Patsy said with a shug, 'I feel like your impending infant takes precedence as it is.

Delia rolled her eyes at Patsy's way with words as Sophie winced again and clutched onto her stomach.

'Oh dear,' Delia said, looking down.

Patsy followed her gaze and saw the makings of a stain on the front of Sophie's jeans.

'I think your water just broke,' Delia said.

'Alright, now we can go to hospital,' Patsy said, feeling a little more in her element as she gave some orders, 'Deels, take her upstairs and get her some fresh trousers and her overnight bag. I'll put Ted in the car and see if I can get ahold of Michael to lure him off the golf course for the birth of his child.'

'Delia,' Sophie gripped onto the brunettes arm as she guided her up the staircase, 'we still need to… discuss a color scheme,' her voice was raspy from being in pain.

Patsy marveled at the one track mind her sister had as she collected Ted and a bag for him full of snacks and other things to keep him occupied.

She waited until the two women descended the staircase, Sophie breathing through her contractions as she prattled on about dresses and flowers and Delia nodding along with an amused smirk on her face. Patsy opened the door for the both of them and scooped up Ted.

Her mind flashed to her past for only a split second, and she couldn't believe that this was her life. This was something she would have never imagined for herself before Delia came along. Not only Delia being in her life, but the two of them very much in love and engaged to be married now, a rekindled relationship with her sister, a nephew whom she loved and another niece or nephew on the way.

Patsy closed the door behind her, thinking even though she couldn't believe this was her life, she was so very happy that it was.