Hello, this is my first The Paradise fic. It supports my love of Denise and Moray. It takes place a year after the end of Series 2 and about 6 months after Denise and Moray's wedding and Denise owns and runs with help from Mrs Ballentine, 'The Boudoir' where her uncle's shop used to be. It is completely my own creation. Future apologies for the grammar but the Mrs Turner's dialogue is like that so it gives the authenticity of the dialect she speaks im. Enjoy x

Disclaimer- I do not own any characters that would be recognised, all credit goes to the BBC and Emile Zola for the original book. I own all of the original characters that you don't recognise.

Their Own Paradise

Denise's heavy eyes fluttered open as the morning sunlight poured through the flowered curtains. Her golden hair splayed out across the pillow, sticking slightly to her milky skin and still in noticeable ringlets from the day's work before.

She yawned as sat up, she felt something wrapped around her waist. She flipped back the silken covers to see John's arms round her waist, they were scattered with brown hairs and light freckles. His broad and tone chest glowed in the morning light as John opened his eyes slowly.

"Good Morning, darling" he said propping himself up on the pillow smiling at Denise.

"Morning John" she said as she bent down and kissed him softly.

John deepened the kiss as he rolled her over on her back and kissed up her stomach, passed her pert breasts and to her lips. Her milky skin became hot under his smooth ministrations, as his wife became putty in his strong hands. Underneath him, Denise smiled as she giggled in delight like a small child. He rolled over to the side table and grabbed his trusty pocket watch, which was gilded gold, that sat on the side table. He checked the time which was 6 o'clock, that gave them precisely 2 hours until they had to go to work.

Denise kissed his shoulder as she looked over it.

"We have 2 hours till work, I'd prefer to stay in bed with you all day, John" she said

"What time is your doctor's appointment, darling?" John asked as he put down his watch and turned to Denise.

"1:30, sweetheart. What if I'm not?" She smiled weakly as she pulled her back on her nightgown that had recently been on the floor following their 'midnight shenanigans'.

"I'd love you any other way, Mrs Moray" he said with a smile as he kissed her again.

"I'm still getting used to that, Mrs Denise Moray" she said chuckled softly.

Just then, Denise darted out of bed with her hand covering her mouth and dashed towards the bathroom and threw up in the toilet that had just been installed in their house.

Denise and Moray lived in a small country house near the Paradise, it was a large plot of land which on it stood a and contained a vast field which fueled Denise's new passion horseback riding. She owned a white horse named Cherry and Moray himself owned a black stallion named Midnight, the couple enjoyed riding around the estate.

Denise returned looking pale and sickly. She sat on the bed and slowly fell backwards until her head hit the pillow again.

"Darling, as your husband I'm not allowing you to leave this house. Mrs Ballentine can look after 'The Boudoir' today. You need to rest, I will request that Dr Hounslow come here" Moray said softly but with an edge of authority.

"John, I feel so sick" she moaned. He sat on the bed next to her and stroked her forehead affectionately.

"I'll send Mrs Turner up with some food and medicine, darling. I'll be home just as soon as I can." He said as he began to dress. He stepped into his drawers and socks. He pulled on his ivory shirt, a peacock blue waistcoat, a canary yellow tie and a pair of maroon striped trousers paired with a matching blazer.

"You look great, sweetheart" Denise said. Moray left swiftly and returned minutes later with a short, plump, kind-looking woman known as Mrs Turner. She held a tray holding a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of tea for Denise.

" 'Lo Denise, I got a cuppa an' a bowl o' oatmeal for ya, Don' you worry Mr Moray, I'll look af'ter th' young lass" said Mrs Turner in a thick Scottish accent.

"I'd better be going, sweetheart" Moray said attaching his pocket watch to the chain on his waistcoat, then kissed her lightly on the head and squeezed her hand lightly. Moray left for the Paradise and left Denise in the capable hands of Mrs Turner.

Elsie Turner had been employed by Moray and Denise after the bought the house and needed servants. Denise had known Elsie from Peebles and knew she was looking for a job, Mrs Turner was a plump woman, short in height, had dark at auburn hair which she wore in a bun and held in place by a bonnet. She was a mother figure towards Denise and towards all members of staff. She was head cook in the scullery and provided the young couple with home cooked meals each night, she lived in a cottage near by. Her husband Mr Turner or Frank Turner was the butler and occasionally Moray's valet.

"So Denise, what's wrong with ya?" She asked softly with a voice laden with sympathy, as she dabbed a cold water soaked flannel on Denise's forehead.

"I've been suspecting for ages, Elsie. What happened when you were pregnant with Harriet?" Asked Denise as she was calmed by the elder woman.

"I started throwin' up and feelin' faint. I've had my suspicions of youse being pregnant for a long time, lass. Better see what Dr Hounslow says though" Mrs Turner said.

"Yes, I think that is best." said Denise sleepily as she drifted back to sleep.

Hours later

"Denise"

Denise heard a soft voice and somebody shaking her.

She opened her eyes as she took in the picture of Mrs Turner above her.

"Dr Hounslow is here, lass. I'm sending him in" Mrs Turner said

Mrs Turner opened the door and let a man walk in. The man was tall, silver hair and bristly whiskers, smartly dressed and holding a brown doctors bag.

"Hello, Mrs Moray. My name is Dr Hounslow, I'll be examining you today. So what seems to be the problem?" He asked as he sat next to her on a chair by the bed.

"I've been feeling sick and light headed for a few weeks now. I thought it was just a cold but when I found out I hadn't bled in a month. It confirmed my suspicions" said Denise.

"May I see your stomach, Mrs Moray?" asked Dr Hounslow

"Not a problem, Doctor" Denise said lifting her night gown, showing her belly.

The man put his warm hands on her stomach and poked and prodded. He then put wooden horn shaped thing against her stomach and put his ear to it.

"There are two healthy heartbeats, Mrs Moray. You are indeed with child. I suggest you take things easy and don't stress." Dr Hounslow said as he got up and shook her hand.

"Thank you, Doctor" Denise said hiding her happiness and elation.

Dr Hounslow exited the room and Mrs Turner returned.

"So?" she asked

"I'm with child" she said happily

"Congratulations, lass" Mrs Turner said as she squeezed Denise into a warm bear hug.

Now what daunted Denise's mind was how she would tell her husband that she was carrying his child.

Thank you for reading, I hope I did Moray and Denise justice. I hope to make this into a multi-chapter if I get enough reviews. Please review, they are truly appreciated.

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