2 days later...

Timothy's POV

The weekend passed serenely, splendid and flowingly. On Sunday, we went on hikes in the nearest woods, located a few minutes away from our sanctuary in the first early days of the young, down to earth and dizzy spring. The sun rays were twinkling into our youthful yet and fresh faces, hairs, our glowing skin and light-weight garments. We had so much fun in the forest in the early afternoon of Sunday. Not only we brought with ourselves a picnic basket with fruits and sandwiches and bottles with water and natural juice, besides we photographed with my polaroid camera, snapping the resurrected Mother nature, cuddling as we relished our only day off the pressure. Before going to hike in the forest, we attended the church for prayers and cleaned the entire house until Jude is available yet as well. I mean she is certainly pregnant in 2nd month and it's not clearly visible yet. But she was prone to be more emotional and sensitive, she was almost permanently hungry as a puberty adolescent. In the evening of the last weekend day, we prepared a dinner together except that we took a bath as we washed our foul hairs and bodies.

Back to the main moment, today was Monday. Jude should go back at work, of course. We needed to get up in 6am as always. The reason why we must get up earlier is to visit a doctor just before my wife to go work. Nonetheless, once we waked up, we cuddled with romantic and sensual kisses around more 30 minutes in the bed, wearing nothing but our underwear, howsoever, when Jude glanced at the clock, it displayed "6:30AM" in the morning.
Her hazel eyes widened as she shrieked, meantime interrupting our romantic process:

-Oh! We should go to doctor as soon as possible. - Her shriek sounded fevered and mildly insecure as we got out of the bed in the swiftest way as we made our beds, heading to the bathroom, doing our daily and cliché stuff as usually.

The stress and compulsion to be scrupulous wasn't an easy task, however, we need to be. After we put on as overgarments our peignoirs, hugging our bodies, hopped up in slippers, we rushed downstairs, heading directly to the kitchen as we ate for breakfast two ordinary sandwiches with a glass of cold milk.

Consequently we washed the dishes, going upstairs to change ourselves into more formal outfits. She took off her peignoir, hence, putting on a pair of black floral skirt,a knee length, followed by crimson red top with long sleeves and round neckline, black Moccasins, ruby-sapphire bracelet on my left wrist, silver earrings,a floral necklace with thin black pantyhose and black leather jacket. Whilst I changed myself from a peignoir into an ocean blue long-sleeved top with a pair of jeans with wide legs, gray trainers and my chestnut leather jacket. Once we dressed up, brushed our hair scruffy hairs, perfuming ourselves, Jude grabbed her purse instantly as we gathered the house's keys as we rushed to leave the house. It was already 8AM in the morning. 

A several minutes later...

When we were waiting for the doctor whilst there were two elder ladies in their late 60s, awaiting for their doctors to call them as soon as possible, we took a seat next to one of the doctor's offices' doors as we had the impatience to see a doctor especially Jude. It was definitely obvious especially in her's demeanor, her quick heart beats, her blushed face, her slightly trembling hand that is being hold by mine as well. She was impatient and nervous in the same time. Her body and mind had already betrayed her. Further, my rare bird rested her head onto my right shoulder, dozens of her curly honey locks were scattered and flowing fluently, touching slightly my shoulder and upper back, causing a tickling sensation; as I opted to sooth her as far as I could with a broad smile across my lips.

-Don't worry, rare bird! Everything is going to be fine! You just need to chill. - Her anxiety could remind me of a little kid who hasn't got the wish itself to visit a doctor with his parents. It was evident in her body language itself. 

Jude's POV

In the next 30 seconds, in the corridor of the 3rd floor walked one ocassional doctor who questioned us like that:

-Excuse me, Madame and Sir! For what are you here waiting Dr. Murphy? - The ocassional doctor was actually a young woman, wearing glasses, her brunette hair tied on a bun, wearing her sky blue nurse outfit including her small hat. Moreover, her body structure was unmistakably moderate for her height. This young lady looked so similar, according to my insticts and senses. 

I was speechless for a while, with widely opened mouth as my eyes were widely opened either too as well. I was tremendously shocked to see that girl who I accidently hit with my car more than 16 years ago for second time. I haven't known that she works here. The last time I had seen her was 3 months ago when I was at her parents' home, having a grave and unflinching conversation with them by confessing in front of them for my sinful act before my nunnery. I sensed my body paralised, my mind had just stop functionating for eternity as the time has stopped. Timothy rotated his face as he recognized my paranoid stare, realising that there's something wrong, accordingly being concerned for me as he questioned "Sweetheart, are you alright?" as I continued to gape at the young nurse, as our eyes met, locked in tenseful gaze which was rather abysmal and hadn't any end. Meanwhile, I totally ignored Timothy and everybody else with exception of my current target- the juvenile nurse.

-Yes, Ms! We are expecting the doctor to consulate with him about my 2nd month pregnancy. - I responded to the young woman in the upcoming several seconds as I regenerated more courage and less fear inwardly. 

-Okay! But unfortunately Doctor Murphy is being occupied so much for this moment. *then her frail smile grew as she could recognize my voice and facial features, however, instead of running through the wrong path in its retrospection, she kept on professionally with her aloof but sweet voice* You can come in my office instead of waiting here with hours.- She gestured to being escorted by her to her office in the facade as we stood off of our seats, accompanying the nurse.

Tim was still holding my hand, assuring me that everything is going to pass, nevertheless I should be patient. I was wearing a jumpy smile as Timothy aided me, adjusting my neural condition as the tense increased rapidly once the young woman allowed us to enter inside her office in warm and friendly way by unlocking her door's office, located on the 5th floor of the institution, accepting us with no devations and excuses. 

As soon as we established all along in the room, sitting, initially the young nurse with the glasses started with her questions as she sat on her desk against us:

-So Ms. you are pregnant a little after the 8th week, right? *I nod my head in agreement in modest way as she continued with the interrogation* Well, could you be more specific how do you feel lately, please?- She posed the question as her eyes met mine, pending for an explaination either from me or Timothy especially from me as I felt the support and love that comes from my husband as he was gripping my hand into his, not letting me go.

-In fact, I am having food cravings, mood swings, being more sensitive and pressured due to the stress! Additionally I had a handful morning sicknesses in the previous mornings including today. - I explained concisely, without an exaggeration, nor lies. 

-Okay! Those are amongst the main symptoms of a normal pregnancy especially the first ones. *sighing in a relief* Madame, I would like to ask you something about the question that you brang and it is...do you feel quite fatigued lately as a bonus symptom of your pregnancy?

-Not exactly but I do a bit. - I exhaled sharply as I took a deep breath after my pronounced words.

-Alright! My simple advices which you must follow in the upcoming weeks and months until your baby comes on this world are: Firstly do not drink, smoke and do drugs. That would render the things much worse. Second of all, do not eat food to which you are absolutely allergic or you have apprehension or danger to be allergic to. My alternative advices are to not exhaust yourself too much especially when you become bigger, needing a helping hand. Meantime, follow a balanced diet as you avoid some foods and drinks which could be afforded either once or twice a week for eating and drinking. And my last basic advice to you is to avoid stress as much as you can.

-Thank you a lot for the advices, Doctor! I want to ask something.- I was pretty grateful to the nurse for the advices as I had a serious and urgent question to the nurse.

-You are welcome! What would you like to ask, ma'am? 

-When I can return for more tests and examations...*stammering as I was more suspensed to speak to the nurse who is the current young woman who used to be the girl who I crashed by an incident a long time ago* for example to learn about my future baby's gender? 

-You can come back here again in the next 3 weeks so that to let you know what's going to be your baby's gender, okay? *I nod my head once again, thanking her in openhearted way with a gracious smile across my face* Wait a second! Aren't you that lady who came in my parents' house, having a discussion about them with our accident almost 17 years ago?- The nurse's brow raised as she studied my face carefully like a hunter, her eyes essentially focused on my face and mimics whilst Tim was to my side to support me. 

-Yes, I am. I am that woman who was in your parents' home 3 months ago, having a serious dicussion with them. *thereafter the younger lady looked at me with a little smile across her lips, hoping it's not an artifical one* Why do you even ask, madam? 

-Because you are exactly the same person who visits my office, consulting me about your pregnancy. Furthermore, once I noticed that you and my parents were speaking to each other, I couldn't help myself but recognizing your facial features including your golden curly hair which I can exactly recall from a long time ago. Though you don't look changed at all. You are still the same not aging woman. 

-Oh! And what about it?- I questioned as I insisted for continuation, expecting from the nurse to go ahead with her own speech whilst glancing at Timothy as his smile blossoming on his face, giving me a quick look, therefore paying attention to the younger woman.

-And you are that woman who lose a control over her car by hitting me accidently, without getting out of your car.*my jawline dropped* But that's not all! I am capable to recognize into you your regret and guilt that lives in your brittle soul for plenty of years, living in a full lie about the happened more than 15 years ago. Luckily, I survived it, reborning back at home with a couple of broken bones. My parents were furious especially my father once he learnt that from me, striving for revenge over the person who did it. Although the happened...*I was deeply shocked, expecting the culmination part as soon as possible* I am forgiving you and I had already forgiven you for what you have done to me. Because you were younger and scared back then. *I felt numb internally, tho; as an addition, my heart beats were rapid* Is that true that when you believed that I was murdered by you via this car accident, you prayed for my soul daily and you are actually a nun? - The question that came from the nurse increased the intensity even more.

-Yes, I prayed for your soul daily. But...I am not a nun anymore for sadly. - I replied her question desperately as I was near to sob, sheding my very first tears. I couldn't regret more for harming this once time a young girl who grew into an amazing young woman who pursued to become a nurse. Meanwhile, Timothy took me into his arms, attempting to comfort me into a tight and warm hug in a sitting position as he wiped with his thumb my tumbling tears. I could sense how comforting are Timothy's hugs as his arms were wrapped around my upper back. The young lady couldn't resist her dark brown eyes from watching us but giving us a large, radiant and childish smile across her beautiful lips, gradually growing. I could hear my precious husband's murmured into my ear with his velvet voice, applying his British accent "Babe, please don't cry! Everything is fine! The girl that you harmed, blamed yourself for almost 2 decades, had given you a second chance and it is clearly apparent that you are frankly sorry for what you have done!". When I stopped to sob, she kept on with the dialoge between us. Meanwhile, we broke off the hug with Timothy as he continued to hold my hand, remaining neutral in our conversation.

-What had happened so that to not work as a nun anymore? 

-It's a long story. I wish I could tell you...but I am...powerless right now, unfortunately. I am so sorry, Ms.- I justified myself in insecure way as my swollen and reddish eyes were goggled into her chestnut eyes which were darted like sharp arrows into mine with her lovely and frail like a snowflake smile. 

-Don't be that anxious, Mrs! Everything is going to be okay! You don't need to answer me directly. Likewise, I am not Ms. I am Missy Stone, also calling me on shorter Missy if you are comfortable.

-Thank you! *extending our arms as we handshaked each other's hands, therefore Timothy stretched his arm either too for a warm and kind handshake with Missy Stone with a large smile across my lips* That is my husband with who you handshaked. He is Timothy Howard!

-It is mine pleasure, Missy Stone! I am this lady's husband whose name is actually Jude Howard. 

-It is mine pleasure either too Mrs. and Mr. Howard! *grinning like an innocent and frisky infant* I am so pleased for our meet in my office today. But also I would like to exchange my phone number with you Jude, if you don't mind, of course. *we cackled all together as she handed me a small piece of paper with her phone number to phone her anytime as I gave her our domestic phone number in case to being phoned* Thank you, Jude and Timothy! You are so kind people, besides an affectionate and brilliant couple along!

-Aww! *sensing our cheeks heating especially mine as we weren't sitting anymore, standing against the desk and Miss Stone herself* Thank you a lot! You are such an amazing young woman and excellent professionalist though...the jerk who ruined your life a long time ago.- Then my husband took me into his arms, opting to reassure me once again due to my dramatic last words in the last sentence. 

-No dramas, rare bird! *He echoed with his playful voice in my ear* Anyway thank you for your kind words and everything else, Missy Stone! We are looking forward to see you in the upcoming weeks again. Have a nice and splendid day! Goodbye!- We were about to leave her office as she was behind us so that to accept her next patient who wants either a cure or consultation.

-You are welcome anytime! Thank you! Goodbye and have a nice and wonderful day too!

Throughout we left her office as we were the only people in the hall when the next patient was accepted in Missy Stone's office as Timothy kissed my forehead whilst cupping with one of his palms my cheeks, reassuring me, without peeling a word, eventually crouching down as he kissed lightlymy bump 2nd month pregnant belly, touching and rubbing it in the same time gently, syllablying:

-Regardless if you are either a babygirl, baby boy or even twins, Mommy and Daddy will always love you! Loving you baby! *betraying my conscience as I giggled mildly, thus Timothy raised his crouching body as our eyes met, his chocolate eyes pierced into mine like a hallowed angel* Loving you too, my hallowed rare bird!

-I love you too, darling!

To be continued...