Season 1 and Episode 6 has so many potential scenes with Peter and Chummy and some internal thoughts from them in the scenes we saw. From them splitting up to marrying in the end at the end of the episode, this episode is definitely deserves two chapters.

I hope you enjoy.

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Peter had seen family violence before during his job. He had been in a room with the mother and daughter having loud and abusive arguments. Swearing. The lot.

What he rarely saw was a mother so cold to her daughter. This is what he witnessed between Camilla and her mother, Lady Browne.

Lady Browne, sitting in the chair far away from Camilla and Peter, looked to be assessing the man she was walking out with.

Peter noticed Camilla seemed to be as uncomfortable as he felt!

"I was under the impression you were in the forces. Camilla now tells me you're a police constable," Lady Browne said coldly.

What else could Peter say but confirming it. "Yes."

After taking one sip of the tea Sister Julienne gave her, Lady Browne stood up and requested Camilla to show her room. Camilla immediately told up to attention. Peter did too.

"I'll wait here," Peter said quietly.

"Oh. You don't have to wait."

"I've got the rest of the day off. We can go out somewhere."

"Camilla. Now!" Lady Browne requested.

Camilla turned to Peter, gave a little smile. Then quickly walked to her bedroom, Lady Browne following behind.

The room now free of Lady Browne. Peter, Sister Julienne and Cynthia all had a little sigh of relief.

"Well... that wasn't too bad," Peter said, trying to be optimistic. He just had to mention to Lady Browne that he loved Camilla, and he always will, another time.

Sister Julienne looked at Peter with a face he couldn't read and got up. She picked up two tea cups. "Nurse Lee and Nurse Franklin will undoubtedly appreciate the sandwiches and meringues when they come back. Nurse Miller, can you please help."

"Of course," Cynthia immediately said, got up and picked up two tea cups.

Peter noticed they both deliberately didn't speak back to him.

"Cynthia?" Peter persisted. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

Cynthia paused and then eventually said, "Peter... Camilla's mother is absolutely wretched!"

"Nurse Miller!" Sister Julienne said in her disappointed tone. She had overhead her.

"I'm sorry Sister Julienne but... what else can I say?"

Peter got up and picked up the sandwiches and the meringues and went to the kitchen too. Then walked around the kitchen and the sitting room, waiting for Camilla to come back.

Knowing he was so looking forward to spending the rest of the day with her, he decided, "Yes. I'm going to propose to her. Beg her, if I need to!"

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When Camilla eventually came back downstairs, she asked Peter to come to the door so she could see him off.

"Are you sure you don't want to go for a walk somewhere?" Peter suggested.

"No. Not now."

"This is not going well," Peter thought.

Peter put everything on the table. He mentioned how he packed in a girl called Enid, after she asked him what she thought about her eyebrows! But when he fell for her, it was seeing her looking dead beat on the bike at 6am.

"Don't tease," Camilla said, defensive.

"I'm not teasing..."

"Enough! Just blurt it out," Peter thought.

"... I've been turning it over and over in my mind for weeks. Should I say, should I ask, should I go down on my knees and beg you?"

It was not exactly the way he wanted to propose to Camilla. A "will you marry me" would have been more traditional to address a lady. But Camilla's current manner was making Peter feel helpless.

Peter had seen Camilla like this before. A baby delivered stillborn, a mother almost dying after giving birth, a young child falling ill that she hadn't picked up the symptoms before... to name a few sad incidents in her job would make Camilla inconsolably. During those times, Peter would go to Nonnatus House and sit next to her in the sitting room if she wasn't in the chapel. He would gently hold her hand but not say anything mostly because he didn't know what to say. But he hoped his presence was comfort to her.

"I don't want you to say it at all," Camilla said, distressed.

Peter was dumbfounded. He didn't mean to press the matter why she refused his proposal, but he still blurted out, "Why?"

"Because you're making me feel uncomfortable."

"Why?"

"What's happening here?" Peter thought.

Explaining that she had only felt comfortable before was with him, Camilla then packed him in.

"I think it's best for both of us if we put a stop to this. Goodbye, Peter."

Peter's eyes looked to the floor. He couldn't lift them up to met hers.

Camilla burst into tears. "It was all rather splendid." Then rushed off.

Peter watched Camilla rush off and then lifted head up to try to stop him from crying. He felt sick. He wasn't sure how long he stayed at the door entrance. He knew he'd have to leave soon. Eventually he walked, very slowly, back to his home.

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Peter walked into his living room door and sat down on the sofa. Then, it really hit on him. He burst into sobbing. He then looked at his drinking cabinet, thinking a stiff drink would help him. But he saw the whiskey Camilla bought for him.

Peter quickly got up, angrily grabbed the whiskey bottle and went to the kitchen to pour the rest of it down the sink. He paused just as he was about to. He couldn't do it. How could he? He loved her. He sobbed again.

He walked back to the living room and put the whiskey back in the cabinet.

Peter decided the best thing is to have an early night sleep to prepare for a possibly a tough day tomorrow.

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Peter was walking down a residential street when he heard raised voices from two men down the street.

"You knock my daughter up!"

"Please, let me come inside."

The older man (clearly the father), punched the younger man to the ground.

Peter quickly ran to up to them. He saw they were both outside the door.

Peter tried to the best of his ability to break the two men. Peter wasn't as strong as some of his work colleagues, but he always tried to break up a fight.

The people around who were just doing their general business (hanging and bringing the clothes out and in, walking with the shopping, or just having a neighbourly chat), looked over at the action.

"Come on, cool off you two," Peter insisted to the two men. Peter then saw two Nonnatus House bicycles leaning against the wall. He heard Trixie's voice from inside.

"Is that you, Constable Noakes? Can you clear the door for us?"

The two men walked away from the door when they also heard Trixie's voice without Peter insisting them do so.

"You can come out now."

The door opened. Trixie came out first.

"Thank you Constable. Can you have a word with Chummy. She not her usual perky self."

"She hasn't told them," Peter thought.

Camilla then came out. Trixie wasn't exaggerating. She looked miserable. Then immediately uncomfortable, seeing Peter.

Peter had lots of different emotions. Angry and upset that Camilla packed him in. And restraining the urge to walk immediately up to her and hold her hand and comfort her.

"What are you doing, love?" Peter was restraining himself from saying. "Tell me you want me back and I won't hesitate." Peter was almost embarrassed with himself to think so desperately, but he had seen women who had packed him in before not look so miserable. Camilla wanted him. He knew.

"I'm fine," she quickly said. "Good bye Constable."

" 'Constable'?" Trixie exclaimed. "What's happening between you two?" She wasn't asking either of them directly.

Peter looked at Camilla. She was keeping her eyes away from his. She was miserable but she was keeping her guard up to him.

"You'll have to ask Nurse Browne," Peter said. He then walked away from the scene.

He could hear behind him Trixie demanding answers from Camilla and chatter from the onlookers. Mostly mothers.

One of mothers walked up to Peter. Peter turned his head and recognised her. She was one of the women who glared at him she saw him with Camilla.

"I thought you were courting that tall, posh nurse?" She demanded.

"That's none of your business."

"Ah, so you're not now. Not surprising of course. You should have known your place!"

Peter gritted his teeth for a moment. The woman was clearly right though.

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There was now drama at Nonnatus House, with the discovery that Sister Monica Joan had been stealing from the stalls at the market. Again, he was back to doing his job and if Sister Monica Joan got arrested, he couldn't get emotionally involved.

With this hanging over and Camilla also in his mind, he was back at home, listening to the wireless. There was a knock at the door. He got up and opened it.

"Mum."

"Hello Peter. You don't mind that I come over. I've bought some biscuits."

"Of course, mum. You can come over anytime. I'll make some tea."

Peter walked to the kitchen with Mary following behind.

"How is dad? Is he unwell?" Peter quickly made an assessment why his mum came over by herself.

"Your dad is fine. I came to check on you."

Peter was getting the kettle ready on the stove and turned his head.

"I'm fine," he said, as cheerfully he could.

Mary sat at the table and open up the packet of biscuits.

"The word has gone around that the policeman and the nurse haven't been walking out with each other for the last few days."

Peter sighed sadly and sat at the table too. He rubbed his face and looked at his mum. He didn't speak for a while. Finally, he did.

"She packed me in after her mother had a word with her. You and dad were right. It was never going to last."

Mary looked at Peter sympathetically. "Oh Peter."

Peter broke down. He got pass the stage of sobbing but it hurt inside. "I love her still. So much. She was the one. And I know I'll always think that. And it's hurting me so much that I'm no longer with her."

"Sometimes it takes a while to get over someone. Maybe months. But you'll feel better eventually."

"The other thing is mum," Peter said sadly. "She told me she had only felt comfortable when she was with me. I can't get it out of my head that she is, right now, struggling."

"Peter, Camilla will survive."

"I'm sure she will. But will she feel happy again? Will she feel comfortable again?"

The kettle started to whistle. Peter got up and made the cups of tea whilst Mary watched her son, looking so happy some months ago and looking miserable now.

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Chummy sat in the chapel, alone. She had just had a sob when Jenny came into the chapel too. She was relieved it was Jenny who came in. Since it was known that she had packed Peter in, Trixie had been giving her a cold stare and Cynthia wasn't much better. Jenny was far more sympathetic.

"You can have Peter, Chummy," Jenny gently reminded her. "There is nothing and nobody standing in your way."

"Yes, there is," Chummy said sadly.

Chummy was even considering to be a nun. It would be a lonely life, but it would be a peaceful one and there would be rules. Things she couldn't have. No chap she couldn't have. No Peter in her life.

Chummy was staved of love in her early life. She had the best education, went to the best boarding school in India, but had a cold distant relationship with her parents, especially her mother.

She was always hoping there would be a chap in her life. But she felt awkward around men and no man had seemed to show any interest in her. She was tall, not a great beauty, and could be clumsy most of the time.

She was doing okay in Poplar. She had to earn Sister Evangelina's stripes that she could fit into this part of London. The other sisters were kind and Jenny, Trixie and Cynthia had become friends. She never really had friends before in the hospital she was at. There was also Dr Turner who saw some potential in her and gave her a pep talk. And Fred was good natured to her.

Once Camilla started walking out with Peter however, she felt safe and comfortable and happy. She thought she was happy before, but she had never experienced feeling loved. And it was the best feeling ever!

Camilla thought Peter looked handsome in his police uniform. She looked passed his role as a constable. If he wanted to get a promotion and be a sergeant, she would help him with his studies. But if he stayed as a constable, she would be fine with that too. She just fretted he might get hurt during a day of duty.

Camilla was different to her mother. Camilla couldn't care less about social class. A chap who treated her well, spent time with her because he wanted to, was what Chummy hoped for. If he lived in the poorest part of London and his occupation was the lowest of the low, it didn't matter to her.

Camilla's mind was in turmoil. She did what mother wanted her to do. She was not longer walking out with Peter. But now she felt Peter's absence deeply. She felt herself big in the world again. Afraid she might break something, get in the way of someone.

Chummy left the chapel when the phone rang, with was another woman in labour.

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The job of looking into burglaries in jewellery shops outside Poplar kept Peter busy. He and constable Frank Williams weren't having success to find out which jewellery shop lost the jewellery Sister Monica Joan had stolen, so the next day they drove away from Poplar again.

Peter thought this would ease the pain of no longer being with Camilla. As the days continued on, he was getting a feeling of resignation. "I'll move on," Peter thought hopefully.

Frank suggested to Peter to come out for a pint when they came back to Poplar. "Sure, let's go," Peter said positively.

They walked inside the local pub. When they approached up to the bar to order their beers, the owner looked behind them for a moment.

Peter and Frank were a bit confused and looked behind them and saw nothing unusual. They looked back at the owner.

"What are you looking at John?" Peter asked.

John, the owner, looking directly back at Peter, "I'm sorry Peter, I was just looking for your lady friend. Where is she?"

Peter didn't speak for a moment. Frank filled in the silence, "She packed Peter in. Can we have our beers John?"

John looked very surprised and then quickly focused on pouring the two beers. But he looked up at Peter again.

"I know this is none of my business Peter but –"

"Please don't start John," Peter said.

"- No, let me finish. I've never seen a woman look so happy in my pub. All I'm saying is give her time. She'll come back to you."

John put the two beers on the bar table.

Peter and Frank paid for them, found two bar seats and sat down. Peter then groaned and rubbed his face, "now I'm thinking about Camilla again!"

Frank thought for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say.

"You'll get over her eventually," was all Frank could say.

Peter gave Frank a weak smile then started drinking his beer.

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None of the jewellery shops Peter went to over the last week had been missing the jewels Sister Monica Joan had stolen. He was writing up his report as he was standing at the reception desk.

The judge was going to give his final verdict to the Sister. Peter had hoped the court would still drop the charges but it would seem unlikely.

As he was dwelling on all this, he picked up a person was approaching the desk. He looked up and saw Camilla!

Peter looked at Camilla up and down. He could immediately tell her uniform dress seemed to have been missing under her coat. He could see her lower neckline with her Christian cross necklace showing.

Everything happened in slow motion to him. Camilla apologetically smiled and approached up to the desk. Peter couldn't speak. "What is she going to say?" He thought.

Finally, Camilla spoke:

"I'm turning myself in. I'm guilty of criminal cowardice and robbing two people of something that would make them both very happy. I've decided it's time to be brave."

Peter was torn. He wanted Camilla still, but he was also hurt too. After all, she refused his proposal and packed him in.

"I see."

"If she thinks that she can start us courting again just like that, she's wrong," Peter thought.

Camilla looked around the room. There was still no one around. Then she said in her most sexy tone, "I hope so. Because underneath this raincoat, I am practically naked."

Peter couldn't help at almost laughing. Then the barrier was broken as he immediately launched forward, and so did Camilla, and kissed. They did so, hungrily, feeling what they had been missing over the last two weeks.

After they broke, Peter had his eyes closed for a while. Then he opened them and quickly digested that Camilla was back in his life.

"I love you." Peter was relieved he didn't have to get over Camilla. He could say it with hesitation or regret.

Camilla's radiant smile touched Peter a lot. Then, it hit him what had happened.

"Why Camilla?" Peter asked. "How could you easily pack me in?"

Camilla looked slightly on the spot but by no means uncomfortable. Before she was going to answer, the sergeant walked into the reception room.

"Constable Noakes. Have you got your report done? Ah, Miss Browne, you're back. One more minutes Constable, then Miss Browne is to leave."

The sergeant couldn't help himself from smiling a bit, then walked out.

"I need to go back to Nonnatus House anyway. I'm still on duty and I should get properly dressed."

"Are you free tonight? We can go to the pub."

"I would like that very much."

They both leaned forward again and kissed.

"I love you, too," Camilla said and quickly walked off.

Peter went back to finishing off his report, trying to concentrate and not think about seeing Camilla again.