Small Favours!

Her toes were cold and the only thing worse than cold toes, is a boyfriend who doesn't fancy sharing the eiderdown! I think NOT! She took her rather long foot and slid it up his side, causing him to awake and fly off the bed!

"Couldn't sleep?" She said cheekily.

He quickly climbs back into the bed under the eiderdown. "Someone has cold feet."

"Uh-huh! My feet are perfectly fine if they stay covered."

"Be glad I love you."

"And I love you too."

She snuggles against his chest, feeling quite content at the moment. He kisses the top of her forehead.

"Fred tells me that the Stag is on in one week."

Chummy laughs for a few minutes because Fred's ideas become schemes that fail most of the time. "Let me know how it goes."

"Apparently, the guys at the station have warned me about being attached to the ball-and-chain."

She eyes him quizzically with a smirk. "Yes, what are you getting into, a wife that can't cook."

He laughs, "Camilla, I don't mind eating poached eggs every day."

"I can burn toast. So, at least you won't starve."

"Good, to know."

He kisses her softly and yawns. Both are now very sleepy, and the day will be upon them soon enough.

He woke to the smell of burnt toast and poached eggs. His mind had to catch up to the rest of his body. He checks the time it's just past five am. He sits up slowly, remembering that his clothing was tossed throughout the flat. He searches for some shorts, and his dressing gown. Slowly he makes his way to the main rooms. She was cleaning in her dress. Everything was back in prime order and the kitchen was spotless. She hears him enter the kitchen, and she turns to greet him with a soft smile.

"Sorry, early start must return to Nonnatus before 7am as promised Trixie to take her shift this am." She hands him a cup of tea with two sugars and heavy on the milk.

"I may just get used to this." He said in a gravelly voice. Sitting they ate together silently as he was just happy to see her in his house.

Once they ate he grabs a shower, a shave and tidies his hair. Notes how he needs a quick trim around the ears. Perhaps that's what he'll do on his day off. He dresses in a simple tan slacks and a tan shirt with his vest with socks to match his outfit. Yes, he liked to look clean before he exits his home. He offers his overcoat and umbrella to use as they exit the flat because it's raining hard. He checks his watch it's just past six in the morning. He knew her shift starts at seven; this means they had an hour to walk back and for her to change into her work uniform. He stops mid step and pulls her back. "Will they be upset that you were gone all night?"

"I guess, but let's not dilly dally, and make me late, then I'll be in trouble."

They do arrive back at the house in plenty of time. It was Jenny who opens the door as she exits it. "Nurse Browne, where have you been? Peter!" she teases them. "Fred is looking for you he says you owe him sea bass. I also chucked out your garbage in the bin."

With that, she hops quickly down the steps and to her bike. Chummy's eyes the bike rack and notes that Cynthia's bike was gone. Jenny hops on her bike. "Cynthia left in the small hours, I think its Renee, she's expecting twins, and I'm off to help her as she's now in transition." And off she rode.

Peter enters the house with her, and they cross to the parlor, Sister Monica Joan was there already working on her handy crafts. It was Sister Julienne who nods to Chummy and Peter, saying nothing she continues to her office. Perhaps it was all good. She kisses Peter quickly on the cheek, and he bids her good bye and to have a good morning and adds he'll be back around dinnertime.

And to think it all started because of a few skiffled carrots.

The End.