was waiting in her house in London, awaiting the siren to sound yet again, for the 3rd time that week. Praying for it to not, she silently got out a book from her bookcase, and started reading, when the door opened very quietly, as her husband, , arrived home that evening. Shutting it silently behind him, he tiptoed into the room, ready to surprise his wife of 2 years. As he peered round the doorway, he saw that she had fallen asleep with her head in a book, as usual. “Typical!” he thought and smirked silently to himself. He gently prised the book from her small hands and picked her up, careful not to wake her up, he carried her up the stairs of their house, and into their bedroom. He carefully laid her upon the bed, and just stood there admiring her beauty, thinking how lucky he was to have a pretty, clever, cheery girl as his wife, he was so lucky.
But he couldn’t linger for long, for it was getting dark, and he had yet to draw all the blackout curtains, in case there would be another blitz, like so many nights before, he and had lived a life of uncertainty these last few days. He only wished that he could fully protect from everything, he loved her so much; he would serve in the army and die for her. That was another thing; the emergency enrolment of soldiers had started this week, England not having enough soldiers, the Army had started to enrol people this week, London would be the last place, it was starting north, ending south, trying to get as many able, likely unwilling, men to go into the army. didn’t want to serve in the army, because of ; he would have hated to leave her, here all alone, especially with no-one to protect her. Also, and were trying for a baby, to make their family complete, and he definitely wouldn’t leave her, especially if she turned out to be pregnant, after all these months of trying.

It was coming up to half past ten, and was still asleep, all this stress of not knowing when there would be a bomb attack, was getting to her, and now she had the chance to sleep it off. had decided that he would go to bed too, for he was also very tired, working day, and most of the night at the bank wore him out. took off his work clothes, and slipped into bed next to , loving the warmth that was coming from her; he wrapped his arms round her waist and snuggled gently into her neck, trying not to wake her.
At around half past 12 at night, the panicking sound of the Air raid sirens broke the comfortable silence, startling and . woke up with a start, she sat up and started crying, but put a stop to that, by saying “It’s alright darlin!! Don’t worry!”
And he swept her off her feet and led her down to the cellar, a safe haven compared to their bedroom. sat down on the floor, straining his ears over ’s sobbing to try and hear any sounds of approaching planes. Hearing nothing, he sat down and cradled an overemotional in his arms, calming her, soothing her with his angelic singing voice. Soon after, she stopped crying and kissed him, almost thanking him for the comfort. But the kiss carried on, the gentle, thank you kiss turned into a fiery, passionate one, with pushing her down onto the floor and tugging at her nightgown, almost begging her to make love to him. But she resisted, pushing him back, regretting her actions, and avoiding his stare. Until he pushed her chin up to look at him,
“It’s ok love, we don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m not pressuring you into anything, I just thought you wanted it is all.” He said in his husky Irish accent.

replied with a smirk and pulled his neck forward, kissing him with such passion, that he felt dizzy with it. Ripping her frilly nightgown off, the sounds of bombs exploding not far off where the last thing the lovers heard before they made love to each other.

After the All Clear Siren went off, the lovers picked their strewn clothing and walked up to their bedroom. carrying a rather giggly who was stroking his hair once in a while. When they got to their bedroom, and slept soundly, obviously tiring each other out, but they were already tired out from the lack of sleep. In the morning, rose early and bright before her husband, and went downstairs to make him breakfast, she prepared eggs, bacon and toast for him, which there had to be only one of, because all of those things were rationed, and laid it out on a tray, and carried it up to her husband. When got into their bedroom, was already awake, his eyes scanning the room for her, giving a sigh of relief when he saw her enter the room. put the tray in front of him and washed with the wash basin as ate his breakfast. After he had finished, came up behind as she was getting dressed, and snaked his arms round her waist, and kissing her neck, saying
“I have to go now darlin, I’ll be back late, don’t worry yourself now!” and with that, left, blowing her a kiss as he left the bedroom door.

*One Month Later*

A month later, nothing much had changed, apart from the fact that there were hardly any more air raids, which meant being a lot more easygoing and calm about things. But one night, when had just got back from the bank, wasn’t in bed, she was in the toilet outside, being sick, had checked every room and rushed to the toilet, sounds of his wife being violently sick echoing through the garden, wrenching his stomach. He opened the door and lifted up, her face, deathly white and sickly, he asked her
“What’s wrong? , are you alright?”
Only getting a gurgle from her mouth he assumed she was sick, must’ve ate a dodgy piece of meat or something, and thinking that, stayed with her all night. The morning after, he had booked a doctors appointment, and said it was urgent, because in the War lots of appointments were taken up due to spreading of diseases.

*At the Doctors*

“ ” the nurse called, ushering into a room, obviously not having a lot of time to dedicate to a patient.
“Well, I’ve been really sick these past few days…”
“Physically sick?” the nurse asked,
“Yes, really physically sick…”
“Have you missed your period these last few days?” the nurse probed, seeming intrigued.
“Have I? Yeah, I think I have…” said, gasping at what she herself was suggesting, hoping that she was, the nurse carried on,
“Miss , I shall have to take a urine sample from you, if you wish to know what it is that is wrong with you.”… took the urine test and waited in the reception with holding her hand, , being sensible, hadn’t told what could possibly be wrong with her she didn’t want to lead him into false hope.

10 minutes later, the nurse called back in, telling her the news…
“Miss , now, this may be good, or bad news, but I, and the other doctors, are pretty sure that you are pregnant!” the nurse said.
was shocked and ran outside to tell the news, “!! I’m Pregnant!” she shouted, getting strange looks from other patients, but she didn’t really care, she was having the baby of the man she most loved!


THE END



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