3 weeks later...

29th of March, 1965

Jude's POV

The weeks passed so quickly like falling autumn leaves from dismantling trees. I was almost pregnant in the 3rd month as a week prior to mark the special month as I need to be patient exactly 6 more months until the new life actually arrives on this world from my belly. As we had arranged with Doctor Missy Stone that I need to come back around 3 weeks later for a baby gender's test. I visited from time to time Timothy's working place so that to spend some of my leisure time with him and the children he works with. Even I had the chance to meet with Angela Lynch, Timothy's boss. She is actually very courteous and gentle lady though her stern and persistent character. My days at the retro restaurant were successful and amazing too. Spending my time with the girls Charlotte and Ramona by speaking to each other during our breaks Sometimes I do speak to my boss during my break. My husband had contacted his boss Mrs.Lynch about Monday that he will be a bit late and she didn't mind if he is a bit late. As an addition, Mrs.Lynch gave him 30 minutes as a bonus due to his responsibility and scrupulous work, observing accurately and detailed how he does work actually.

Anyway back to the main moment. Today I should be back at work in the upcoming hours. But before that, I really need to visit a doctor for the prominent test.

I woke up around in 6:20AM in the morning. As usual time! I woke up in an empty bed, a lack of warmness and masculinity which could comfort me. I knew right away that Timothy is downstairs, preparing the breakfast with some tea or somewhere else gone. I rubbed my eyes whilst stretching my arms as soon as I got up, hopping up in the comfortable slippers as the early morning sun rays irradiated its holy light into my face, hair and big deep blue T-shirt. My bump grew a bit bigger for the past weeks. I went directly in the bathroom, doing the usual stuff as always. 

A few minutes passed as I left the bathroom, leaving the bedroom as I descended the stairs, smelling the amorous scent of green tea and pancakes with cheese and strawberries. My nostrils were particularly sapped due to the scrumptious breakfast which is going to molten in my mouth like a chocolate. 

As my hands supported the doorframe, managing my fine, fragile fingers touching the wood material, watching how Timothy was flipping and flopping the pancakes while the tea hasn't boiled yet, exactly like an inquisitive child who watches how his parents are preparing his or her dinner. I couldn't help myself as my conscience betrayed me, wearing a broad, innocent smile across my lips. What I sincerely relish to do is to observe carefully Timothy's cooking skills! 

All of a sudden, he turned his face, giving me a pure angelic stare once he beholded me. His smile emerged from no where else. An overjoyed, broad and elastic smile across his face as his face brightened under the projectors of the felicity. Sanctified chocolate brown eyes, radiating love, desire, vigor and glee in the same time. I slowly and bashfully entered in the kitchen as I stepped on the kitchen floor as it took centuries until our moment. He was rather distracted, essentially focusing on me like the breakfast wasn't a big deal at all. 

-Good morning, Tim!- I exclaimed with velvet voice as we had hardly dividing between us an inch proximity. 

-Morning, Judy! *hugging each other tightly and warmly in the same time as he echoed in my left ear* Rare bird!- He said with his soft voice as his sharp British accent flickered through his stringed voice.

Then we kissed our lips lightly, meantime managing his both palms to cup my both cheeks as I clasped my both hands around the back of his head. as he left for a while the pan. After the kiss, we just gaped at each other's eyes.

-Rare bird?!- Timothy inquired softly as he scrutinized my face, studying it carefully.

-Y-yes?- I questioned as our stares crossed, locked with padlock which requires a key. The key of destruction of our romance, love story and everything about us. This key is impossible for finding, fortunately.

-You are so beautiful this morning and always will be!- His fingertips delicately touched my mellow cream facial skin as I sensed my eyes halfly shutting, blinking a few times per a second, my heart raced in intenseful way.  

-Just look at me. My hair is messy yet, wearing pajamas. - I huffed, meanwhile Timothy stroked kneaded my cheeks with his thumbs, shushing to me.

-My Queen, even if you wear the fugliest clothes and have the messiest hair that you have had ever in your life, I will stikl perceive you and you are going to remain beautiful into my eyes. - Once he addressed me "My Queen" for second time, I was rather astonished. Like a shoot small hare!

-I have never been called Queen or Princess by somebody. *lowering my head as he tilted my head, shushing to me as he paused my last sentence with his index finger, whilst caressing my cheek and curly locks* I-I...- I was cut off by Timothy, my sentence abiding unfinished. 

-Ssshhh, rare bird! I am your King and Prince while you are my Queen and Princess, got it?- He questioned with soft voice as his face approximated, our nose tips touched, rubbing along flimsily.

I nod my head in agreement as his only words afterwards were "Great, sweetheart!", throughout he called:

-Nobody hadn't called you either Princess or Queen? That sounds really upsetting. *I looked at him with wide eye pupils like a stray puppy as I nodded again* Don't be desperate, Judy! Because you know what? Nobody had never called me either King or Prince. 

I didn't know what to say so that to not look dumb but that's Timothy. He would still love me even if I was stupid. I am just fool in love. Just like him! 

-How you slept and how are you, my King?- I posed the question when he took care of the pancakes and already boiled water for the tea as I wrapped my both hands around his chest, as he wore his pajamas yet. Furthermore I decided to change the subject so that to break the awkward hush that didn't last for a long time.

-I slept well and I am so excited for the baby gender's test. How about you too, my Queen?

-Delighted to hear that! I slept well too though I am so nervous for the baby gender's test after breakfast. 

-Oh Judy! I am nervous about it either too. *turning his face as he was facing me directly; kissing my temple as we embraced each other tightly and warmly; an embrace that didn't last longer than 30 seconds, consequently broke off the hug* But we are going to be alright.- Timothy soothed me with his pragmatical words as he had already finished with the preparation of the breakfast, slipping a pancake per a dish as we put in our pancakes cheese and strawberries.

We served the mugs with green tea and the dishes with pancakes on the table as I put in the sink for washing the pot.

An hour later...

It was 7:20AM in the morning. This time our breakfast lasted for 20 minutes as I washed every dish and mug in the sink, thereafter preparing ourselves for going to the doctor as I put on a floral white T-shirt with round neckline, followed by dark jeans, black leather jacket, ruby-sapphire bracelet on my right wrist, silver earrings and 3 inches high heels including my purse with keys, wallet and some other items I would need in case. 

Once we were ready, we checked every room in case if we had forgotten something, eventually descending the stairs as we arrived outside.

20 minutes later...

We were waiting for Doctor Missy Stone to arrive as we haven't seen the young nurse yet. I rested my head on Timothy's left shoulder, as I had shutted my eyes, regenerating physically and mentally in the same time, despite my nervousness. Meanwhile I hold his veiny, secure hand as he cupped my active one into his, his thumb kneading gently the back of my hand, whispering in my ear sweetly and in comforting way:

-Everything's gonna be alright, in spite of my nervousness too.

All of a sudden, I heard clicking high heels, scarcely opening my eyes as I could somewhat recognize those clicking shoes. Hence, the woman exclaimed:

-You two, in my office for the baby gender's test. - Initially Missy Stone's utterance startled me as I opened in terrified way my eyes like I had a nightmare.

Then we stood off the chairs in the corridor where we used to sit as we pended for the nurse, entering in her office as she let us. Finally we sat when Missy Stone sat on her chair, against us and the desk. 

-How are you feeling today, Mrs.Howard?- The nurse questioned in frankly concerned way with a little smile across her snow face.

-I am fine, thank you. - I responded to her quickly, wearing a broad smile across my lips.

-Are you ready for the test?- She questioned seriously, fixing her glasses. 

-Yes, I am. - I uttered valiantly.

Around 15 minutes later...

We should wait for the results as we expect them very soon, exhibiting the final result if either I am going to have a girl or otherwise a boy. My heart beats were lingering due to my agitation. My husband Tim was in the same way like me either too. I took already the test for the baby's gender and it is a simple one. 

Suddenly the young doctor's door opened as she called us immediately:

-Mr. and Mrs.Howard! The results are ready!- She called us as we headed to her office, being welcomed by her again.

 It was a high time to hear the results which could be rather declared in this way:

-The finals results show that, there is 80% chance the baby will be a girl. Whilst the another 20% are for a male one. - Missy Stone pierced her eyes into the documents, showing the final test results which were conducively.

-A girl? *woowing both along as I opened my mouth widely, being extremely euphoric* We are going to have a girl, Tim! I had always wanted to have a girl.

-That's fantastic news though a babyboy won't be a big problem at all. 

-I agree.

-But...*we abruptly turned our ecstastic faces as our grins faded down like shadows of unknown creatures* you should return when you are in the 7th month pregnant again! So that to make sure if your baby is well and your life isn't endangered!- The young lady stated in stern way as she left the test result upon her desk.

-Okay! Thank you very much for the test results and letting us know about everything else that we need. - We handshaked with the doctor, taking with myself the sheet of paper of the results, therefore putting it in my purse, at last leaving the office as we said to each other "Goodbye and have a nice day!". 

As soon as we left Missy Stone's office, we were about to leave the hospital as we discussed bustlingly about the test's results and the baby's gender:

-It is still unbelievable that we are expecting a babygirl! *sighing in a relief, grinning, meanwhile descending the hospital's stairs* What a marvel, isn't it, sweetie?!- I asked a rhetorical question with hysterically gleeful voice.

-It is actually though I don't pay attention to baby's gender especially if it is our precious, you know.

-Yeah, I know! It's not occasionally how you addressed our baby in my bump "her". 

-Exactly! Though at first you didn't believe me.- After my husband's last sentence as he uttered each syllable with tranquil and cheerful voice in the same time, we giggled innocently, continuing our way.

To be continued...