Come What May

Chapter 4

Mary stirred awake to the glow of gentle sunbeams and found herself wrapped in an embrace form behind. She felt herself smile and she leaned into Bert delicately and savoured the feeling. She felt so comfortable in his arms. But she still felt a flutter of surprise from all of this. She had hoped that they would both pursue a relationship after they first slept together, but once the pregnancy was dropped on them she began to believe that they would just be stuck in the void of not knowing where their relationship would end up – wanting to make the next move but being too fearful in regards the their feelings. And perhaps it was all happening too soon? Mary never would've expected that they would resolve their turmoil so quickly, but she suspected it was some kind of fate? Not that she was ever a big believer in such a thing...but she felt like it all worked out so perfectly and so quickly because they were simply meant to be this way. She sighed happily and drank in the bliss of the moment – never wanting it to be over. Their romantic development may have only happened a few hours ago, but it made confidence flow through her, it was a sensation like no other, it made her heart flutter and her imagination run wild. Mary now felt as if she and Bert could really face this together, and that maybe, just maybe, it would all work out happily. She grinned to herself...

'Uncle Albert would certainly be happy if that happened' she thought to herself humorously.

She felt Bert's arms move to become more secure around her and his lips were placed a soft kiss in the crook of her neck –making her blush feverishly.

"Morning" he said in a soft, half-awake tone – his breath warm against her neck. Bert had to admit that it felt a little strange being able to plant kisses on Mary whenever he wanted, but the realisation of it made him smile ridiculously; he was finally able to be with her in the way he'd wanted for so long.

"Morning" she replied.

"'ow are you feelin' about today?"

"Less nervous than I was last night" she informed with a smile, feeling the confidence Bert gave her rush through her limbs again.

"You're not feelin' sick at all, are ya? 'Cos if you are then you probably should stay 'ere..."

Mary turned in his arms so that she was now facing him; their noses pressed together and a thankful smile was painted across her face.

"I'm feeling absolutely fine, Bert, but even if I wasn't it would be quite rude of me to abandon my first day of work, whatever would they think of me?"

"They'd think, that the wonderful Mary Poppins deserves the time off because she's carryin' a child" he said softly. He was getting more and more used to saying such things with each passing day. But it still felt unusual at the same time.

"Now, Bert, even if that were the case, I simply cannot bear the thought of missing work when my reasoning for doing so is less that acceptable...but I do appreciate your concern – it's really quite endearing, and I'll keep my promise to you, if things do become too much for me, I won't push myself"

"Good, I don't want anythin' bad happenin' to you"

"You're so sweet, Bert" the words slipped from her mouth lovingly, she hadn't given them any conscious thought, she just seemed to produce them like they were a primary instinct.

"I try my best" he joked before tilting his head slightly so that he could capture her lips; they were soft as they moved against his timidly. They smiled tenderly at each other once their lips broke apart.

"What are you planning on doing today; will I see you near the park at all?"

"I thinkin' of switching between bein' one-man-band and a screever for most of the day...I don't really 'ave any sweep jobs lined up so I might finish before dusk if I feel like it"