too.”
“Aye,” he nodded,
glad to have something useful to do.
“Here, take her
too,” Quinn said, thrusting the sleeping baby into Rowan’s hands.
“No! I…I doona
ken what tae do with that!” he protested, eyes wide with fear as he studied the
baby that he now clutched in his large hands.
“Ye’ll figure it
out. It’ll be good practice” Quinn said dismissively, glancing at Anna’s
growing belly. She was nearly four months along with Rowan’s first child.
As if sensing
Rowan’s frazzled nerves, the baby’s eyes flew open and she began to scream at
the top of her tiny lungs. Her cries were frantic, her breathing sporadic as
she gulped for air in between screams.
“I doona ken what
tae do!” Rowan protested again, holding the screaming baby at arms length, his
green eyes wild with apprehension.
“Pull her tae yer
chest. She likes that,” Quinn offered, pushing Rowan from the room and closing
the door dismissively behind him.
He would just have
to figure it out.
Anna’s pulse
quickened. Fear boiled up inside of her. She was pregnant and this could very
well be her in a few short months. What if she died during child birth? How
would Rowan be able to care for their child? She swallowed hard and tried to
push the unpleasant thoughts from her mind. Her hand had involuntarily gone to
her swelling belly, protecting the precious child within. The child growing
within her was part of her and part of Rowan, the husband that she loved so
dearly.
Anna jumped into
motion. “We need to massage her womb,” she said, settling herself next to the
pale, sleeping woman. “Do you know her name?”
“Sarah,” he
whispered, swallowing hard.
“Alright, talk to
her. Hold her shoulders in case she wakes up suddenly,” Anna coaxed.
Quinn lowered
himself onto the bed next to Sarah, worry making heavy lines on his ruggedly
handsome face.
“Sarah, we’re
going tae help ye,” he whispered, brushing the hair tenderly back from her
face.
“This will be
painful,” Anna offered, beginning to massage Sarah’s uterus gently by pressing
her fingers into the slack skin of her belly. “It should help slow the
bleeding, though.”
Sarah moaned in
response to Anna’s touch and threw her head to the side in protest. Her
green-brown eyes fluttered open and darted frantically around the room, trying
to get a bearing on her surroundings.
“Shh…” Quinn
soothed, whispering softly into her ear. “This is Anna, my sister. She’s
trying tae help ye, trying tae stop the bleeding.”
“Where’s my baby?”
Sarah asked, alarmed.
“She’s fine,”
Quinn reassured her, smoothing her hair back from her face. “My brother has
her.” Quinn bit his lip, hoping that the baby really was fine. His brother’s
ineptitude with the child had been painfully obvious.
Sarah relaxed and
closed her eyes, too tired to protest further. Her face contorted with pain as
the pressure of Anna’s massage intensified. Her uterus was tender and Anna’s
small fingers were strong and relentless.
Sarah buried her
face against Quinn’s expansive chest. His skin was warm against her cheek and
his presence was strangely comforting to her. Quinn had been her protector
throughout the ordeal of labor. Having him here by her side now felt right.
Sarah fitted her arms around his waist and held onto him for dear life,
fighting against the pain that resounded through her small frame.
“Shh…, it’s
alright,” Quinn whispered, holding Sarah to his chest and kissing her lightly
next to her ear.
Shivers shot down
Sarah’s spine due to the sharp contrast between Anna’s tormenting massage and
the sweet tickle of Quinn’s stubble against the sensitive skin next to her ear.
He just kissed
me.
Anna’s fingers
stopped for a split second and then continued to deepen the massage. Seeing
Quinn kiss Sarah had been so unexpected! Quinn had not seen her notice the
casual kiss and now