shoulder to still him.
“Everything will be fine, Son,” the older man tried to offer comfort.
“But she’s in so much pain.”
“It’s all a part of the process. Mrs. Murdock says once the baby comes, the pain is forgotten.”
John wasn’t so sure about that. All he knew was his beloved wife was screaming and moaning in the bedroom. The doctor had arrived a few hours ago and was in there with her, along with Mrs. Murdock. Being a single woman, Abigail wasn’t permitted in the birthing room, but was assigned to the task of keeping water boiling.
Just when he thought he would lose his mind, John heard the tiny cry of a baby. He went bursting into his house and into the bedroom. Jenny was propped up in bed, h olding a tiny bundle. Her hair was damp with perspiration and her face pale from her labors, but she was smiling and he thought his wife had never looked so beautiful.
“You have a daughter,” she told him, handing the bundle towards him.
“She’s perfect,” he proclaimed looking at her tiny fingers and button nose. “What shall we name her?”
“I was thinking Mabel Elizabeth after our mothers,” Jenny said.
“I love it. Hello, Ms. Mabel Elizabeth,” he greeted his daughter.
“We’ll leave you two new parents alone to get acquainted with your daughter,” the doctor said, excusing himself and Mrs. Murdock.
Alone in the ir bedroom, John sat next to Jenny, pulling their mothers’ quilts over them. He wrapped one arm around his wife, who has holding their daughter again.
“I’m so glad I answered your letter,” John whispered to his wife.
“Me too,” Jenny replied and snuggled closer to her husband as they stared in amazement at this beautiful little girl that joined them together forever.
The End
Dear Reader,
Thank you for joining me into this first foray of a historical romance. I have long since been fascinated by stories of mail-order brides, both in fiction and reality. I hope you’ve enjoyed this story. Keep an eye out for Abigail’s story coming in August.
Always,
Leah