"Cora, are you alright?"
"Yes, just a stomach bug."
"A stomach bug you have had for over a week now."
"Really?"
"Yes. And you've been complaining about dizziness for just as long."
"Well, that's the stomach bug too. Seeing as I can't keep any food down, it is no wonder that I am always dizzy."
"Cora, I highly doubt that you have a stomach bug."
"What else could it be?"
"Think, darling."
"Robert, if you think you know what makes me throw up like this, then please tell me."
"Not what. Who."
"Robert, I still don't get along with your mother, but I am certainly not"
"No. That is not what I mean. Or rather who I mean."
"Then who do you mean?"
"Our baby."
"We don't have a. Oh. You really think so?"
"I've been thinking so for the past week. The symptoms fit, don't they? And you haven't complained about cramps for a lot longer than four weeks."
"Oh dear. That would be, what would that be?"
"Exciting? Thrilling? Wonderful?"
"You really think so?"
"We've been hoping for this for one and a half years."
"I know. But are we really ready for this?"
"Cora, of course we are ready for this."
"It would be nice to have a baby. That would be the cherry on top of the icing."
"Don't say that to my mother."
"Why not?"
"It's too American."
"Robert, I know our children will have to be raised according to the rules of the English aristocracy, but I want to be able to take care of them myself. I know we will need a nanny and later on a governess, but I want to be there for them."
"So do I."
"I want them to be happy."
"They will be Cora. The will grow up in a loving family. With parents who are happily married and in love."
"Yes."
"You should see a doctor, just to be sure."
"I don't want the doctor to examine me here. Your mother will become suspicious and I am not ready to share the news yet."
"Let's go to him then. I'll come with you."
"You hate going to the doctor."
"But I love you."
"I love you too."