"Congratulations are in order, Mrs. Craven." Dr. Gibson smiled.
Could it be true? Sparkles of pure jubilation filled her eyes.
"I believe you are withchild."
She had to giggle to stop herself from crying of happiness.
"Truly?" She spoke.
Dr. Gibson nodded.
"In the very early stages of pregnancy, my dear. I was able to detect your pregnancy at a far earlier stage than most, but I can definitely conclude that this is your happy diagnosis. You will of course like to surprise your husband with this news, I wager."
"I shall tell Archie in our garden." She sweetly responded.
...
It was the end of September. The garden was no longer in full bloom, but the garden was the only place Lilias could ever imagine delivering this news to her Archie.
Archie spouted on pleasing Lilias again with such a knowledge of Latin and their flowers. His intelligence captivated her.
Then he stopped. "My angel, are you sure you feel well enough to be outdoors? Dr. Gibson assured me there was no need to fret or worry but would not elaborate upon what caused such a spell.
"Archie, he did not elaborate, because he knew I wanted to be the one to tell you..."
"What's happened?" Archie questioned in a deep and nervous tone. "Yes? Speak, my love," his nerves building. "What is it that you need to tell me?"
Lilias took hold of both of his hands.
"Simply that," she stopped in order to smile more-a smile and expression that left him mesmerised.
"I am withchild. The news is that it's a baby-our baby." She said in her sweetest most musical tone.
Archie reacted by falling to his knees with happiness never letting go of her hands. He gently kissed her belly. She smiled adoringly with pure love and cradled his head to her belly after the kiss holding him there lovingly.