Pippa wasn't even certain yet that she was pregnant, but Dr. Wells thought otherwise. And now she was faced with the choice of telling Viktre or, well, not telling him. Would he understand? The girl wove through people, Douglas' man following behind a short distance away. By the time they got to their destination, she turned and put her hand up, "This is where you stay... please..." Her eyes shifted down, finding the road rather interesting for a moment as heat filtered through her cheeks.

She knocked upon the door in question, then stepped back and looked pointedly at the man following her. Assuming he backed off, she then looked at the door and gave a sigh. She knocked a second time and left it at that.

While she waited for Viktre, she smoothed her now, worn hands over the gray colored fabric at her legs. She wasn't dressed in her Sunday best, he wouldn't care about that. And it wasn't excitement that had her belly flipping. Oh, goodness, she was starting to feel warm in a way that left her a touch breathless. She felt like she was going to faint! But she didn't, she tipped her head forward and took some steadying breaths. And then... the door opened.