Dearest Percy,
I'm sorry that I'm writing with a bit of a delay, I've been busy giving birth.
We've got a daughter darling. Elizabeth Percy Green. I know we've agreed upon her taking your Mother's name, but I just couldn't resist having her carry the name of the man I love most.
I am alright, the delivery, thank God, went well, without any major complications. She, Elizabeth, is healthy, the midwife saw no illnesses or problems. Your sister was of great help. I don't know what I'd do without her in these times. She's the only woman in my close family that I can lean onto currently. I can't imagine what a wonderful sister she is, too. I wished my mother was here, only to see her grandchild, and to kiss her cheek. I felt her presence while delivering, you know. She was looking over us. I'm sure of it.
As I said, I'm healthy, but deadly tired. I'll get your sister to mail this letter for me, as I've got to rest, for some time.
Can't wait for you to meet our Lizzy!
Love,
Mum Rose.
P. S. - I'll be sure to give my mother your rose once I'm out of this bed! It might be the Summer by then already!
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Til Roses Do Us Part || ✔
Historical Fiction1914 The Great War had just begun and two British newlyweds exchange letters as the conflict escalates on the Western front; one of them on land, the other in the trenches. They share tenderness, compassion and comfort. [an epistolary novel]
