Sun Mote Copse and the irish guy wins the joke.

Liffey beamed as Eljay congratulating her. At the start of her first pregnancy, she'd been so reluctant to tell anyone about it until she'd been absolutely certain it was true. Her confidence level this time around was certainly much higher than before considering she'd probably only been pregnant for two days at that point, and already she was sharing the news. I'd like to say a woman just knows sometimes, but really, Liffey was just being cocky and enthusiastic. Luckily I control whether or not she miscarries, otherwise she'd be in for some real devastation.

"I think we have a medic at the Hollow if anything goes wrong," Liffey answered, having to pause to wrack her brain, "I um... I'm not entirely sure, actually. But I didn't need anyone last time even though I didn't know what to expect. I'll be okay again." She smiled, though considered that she probably ought to have just lied and told him they did have a medic. She knew her brother was going to worry now. And they probably did have one... Someone had looked after Rannoch after he'd been injured, hadn't they?