Dear ex, you lose!

"Congratulations, Mrs Henson, you're pregnant." The doctor declared with a friendly smile on his aging face. Delia blinked a few times before she found the words to respond. She pushed a stray strand of her brunette curls from her brown eyes.  Pregnant?  Was he joking?  That had been the last thing she would have thought her pains and sickness would be, after all she had been married to Thomas for five years now and not once had she managed to fall pregnant. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his announcement.  "Are you ok?" The doctor leant forward across the desk with concern etched across his face. Delia forced a smile and grabbed her handbag, placing it carefully over her shoulder. She was in shock from the news.  "Yes, Doctor Finn, thank you. I'm just in shock." She finally managed to speak. The doctor smiled and nodded his head in understanding. "Yes, it's very normal for women to feel that way when you've tried for so long, I will let you go now so you can let your husband know the good news. Take care." Doctor Finn continued to beam as he showed her politely to the door. Delia felt wobbly in her legs as she stood up, his words were still processing in her mind.  "Thank you," she shook his hand as she stepped out of the office and back into the waiting room.  Delia decided to surprise her husband with the news when he got home from work that evening. She didn't want to disturb him at work. As she got into her car and drove home, she kept thinking what their future would look like with a baby. She felt a protective urge wash over her as she touched her tummy.  "I'm going to have a baby." She mumbled to herself and started to smile. The news had sent her into a state of shock. She could only imagine how her husband would feel when he found out. Stopping off at the bakery for a celebratory cake, Delia practically skipped as she made her way across the busy street. The sound of other people's conversations mingled with music from street musicians and laughter of children. It was getting later into the afternoon and slightly colder as October had arrived.  "Good day, what can I get for you?" The lady behind the counter greeted Delia as soon as she entered. The delicious aroma of freshly baked cakes and croosaints along with strong coffee hit Delia.  "I would like some jam tarts and two big slices of chocolate cake please." Delia pointed at the things she had chosen while the lady expertly bagged them up for her. Delia paid and left the shop, looking both ways she crossed the road and got back into her car. Checking her phone she saw she had no messages or missed calls from her husband, assuming he must be busy with his next meeting, she smiled to herself. She was going