The Doctors' Christmas Reunion. Meredith Webber

you be okay here on your own while we’re at work?’ she asked, and Chelsea smiled at her.

      ‘I’m just so happy to have a home. Ours was so lonely without Mum and Dad. Harry was hardly ever there. I’ll sort out my things then sit on the veranda and read a book. From what I’ve seen, the Fraser passion for sci-fi is alive and well in this house.’

      Ellie shuddered.

      ‘It was totally foreign to me when I first met Andy, and I’ve never got caught up in it, although I have read some of it.’

      At lunchtime, when she and her new boarder sat together in the kitchen, Chelsea explained she was old enough to leave school but she really hadn’t wanted to. She’d always wanted to be a scientist so she desperately wanted to finish her schooling, and if possible get into a university.

      ‘How much school have you missed now?’ Ellie asked her.

      The girl frowned as she worked out her answer.

      ‘About three—maybe five—weeks,’ she said. ‘I just sat around wishing it would all go away.’

      ‘And if you went back to school here, could you make that up?’

      ‘You mean now, this year, before the end of term—with this?’

      She patted her bump.

      ‘Why not?’ Ellie said. ‘Even if you go back long enough to get some work to do over the Christmas holidays that will catch you up, then you can go back full time next year.’

      ‘And when the baby comes?’

      Ellie sighed.

      ‘That’s going to depend on what you want to do about the baby. You don’t have to make any decisions right now, but there are really only two choices.’

      ‘Keeping it or adoption?’

      Tears filled the girl’s eyes.

      ‘We’ve plenty of time to sort that out,’ Ellie told her. ‘We’ll talk about it, you and me, and Andy. Your boyfriend, Alex, too. Talk to him. He should have some say. Between the lot of us we’ll work out what’s best for both of you.’

      Ellie pushed back her chair as she stood up, needing to get back to work and not yet ready for tearful discussions about the baby’s future.

      Any baby’s future...

      ‘If you wouldn’t mind clearing away our plates, then you could have a good look at your room, maybe take down the old posters. You’d better roll them up and put them away somewhere in case they turn out to be precious to their former owner. We can get some paint to freshen up the walls and some new bed linen for you.’