“And yet you don’t come to me for a checkup.”
Surely a GP could perform the checkup, so it didn’t require a specialist of the sort. But then again, that wasn’t his function in Bart’s, so he wouldn’t have access to the appropriate equipment. Bullshit though—–he could diagnose anything without them, and had done so on the fields. But why was he even bothered by that he, a doctor, hadn’t figured out his wife’s pregnancy? He was going to be a father or two.
“Hey now, three girls aren’t bad either. I’ll be surrounded
by angels. Either way makes no difference, we’ll still be
looking after a screaming baby and having sleepless nights
for a good year. Imagine the sibling rivalry later too.”
Actually, no, better not to imagine that, or it might turn out like his and Harry’s. Then again, surely he and Mary would be there for them if ever, unlike his absent parents. He was no longer in war; not all the time, but relatively in a safer environment. Mary too. They had their own home, they were financially capable, they were loving and perfect for each other. Speaking of which.
“Think Rosie will be jealous if we give the baby too much
attention? We will have to.”
“You are pretty busy, y’know? Besides. Didn’t you enjoy the surprise? I thought that was a rather more fun way to tell you then just waltzing in your office.”
Perching herself upon his thigh, she cradled her head in her hands, a cheeky glint in her eyes. Considering when they found out about Rosie, it wasn’t necessarily a typical way to find out you were expecting, Mary wanted to do something a little more normal for this time around. Lord knew they could do with some measure of normality in their life. But alas, now the two of them knew the good news and that was that.
“Look, come on... Don’t stress. We figured this all out with Rosie, she’s turned out pretty damn good so far if I do say so myself. We might get lucky this time and have a child who sleeps better then Rosie did. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, they’ll be all we could ever ask for. You gotta quit worrying.”
Her last words had a little laugh to them, giving his hand a squeeze as she turned to let herself lay comfortably in his lap. Maybe she was reaching a little with that hope of a sleeping child, but they didn’t know. All Mary knew is she had never been more willing to do it all over again. The end result was all too worth it.
“I’m sure she’ll understand. It’ll take her a while to get used to, sure. But it’s not like she’s loosing either one of us. She’ll get her own little best friend.”
Not all siblings disagreed like Harry and John did, they could only hope for the different with Rosie and this one to come.
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