Dreams in Rome

"What do you mean with this, sister?"
"A trickle of blood dripped through my inner thigh a quarter an hour ago and I've been gaining weight drastically for weeks as I do eat strange food lately, besides the common nausea in the morning is killing me and the particular exhaustion in ease."
"Oh! We need to ultrasound your belly for this purpose as you should lie on this patient bed." In the meantime, the Italian compatriot pointed with his pudgy forefinger at the patient bed for the ultrasound test, ushering her to lay on it and await for the final results though the holy man's jaw contracted at first due to the news Jude broke about her unbelievably unexpected symptoms. "In addition to all this, sister, I may be full of surprises for patients like you but you're pregnant." Meantime, when the Bostonian laid on the patient bed almost motionlessly, whilst her love interest was sitting on the chair on her right side, taking her petite, trembling of apprehension and murderous panic and agitation hand into his larger, surprisingly warm one, in order to alleviate her as its thumb kneaded the back of her hand. Their astounded faces gaped with slightly agape mouths directly at the doctor, who was responsible to scan with a mere eyeing the ultrasound monitor and ultrasound, greasing her four-month-old belly.

Years later after persistent hard work as devotional servants of God and the church along with arduous trials, blocking their way to the success, Jude and Timothy are finally earning their revered titles as they go in Rome to keep on with their ecclesiastical duties. Mother Superior and Pope. What happens shortly after when they're in Rome as the destiny breaks the news for them with something miraculous not only for Jude, but also for Timothy, himself? Is going the power of love and family to overcome the power and honor?