“Most places seem to have gone with the idea that they need to bend to the will of others despite it not making sense. And trust me, a lot of us have argued the point, but they aren’t willing to change it. Perhaps when there are new directors things will change.” And by new she meant more like minded to herself and those she associated with. There were a number of Healers who’d love to move up that Anabel would rather see out of St. Mungo’s altogether rather then see them in charge.
It would have been nice if they could continue to think that the only thing wrong with Delaney was a small case of food poisoning, but it wasn’t to be. She wondered if the other woman would even want it and knew that the only way to find out was to tell her. She doubted that Delaney was really ready to hear the news. Of course her mind couldn’t help but wonder who the father was and if they’d do what most would consider right. She didn’t know of anyone of their status who had a child out of wedlock.
“Well I don’t think that most people would call what you’ve got an illness. Rather most would call it a miracle, but...” She trailed off, a hint of a sneer coming to the words. She found nothing miraculous about screaming babies and the mess they brought. “You appear to be about two weeks along in your pregnancy, just enough to start feeling the early bouts of morning sickness.”