𝓜𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓞𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓪, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 | 𝓑. 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Chapter nineteen - a very special day

December 14 1813

I lay on a chair with my legs up in the library, a brown blanket covering my body as I rest a book on my huge stomach.

I turn away from my book and look at the fire and the crackling sounds.

It's late evening, the sky is raven, not a cloud in sight, the stars radiant.

I place down my book and out of the comfort of the blanket and make my way to the art room.

I open the door and see Benedict painting something. I sit on the sofa behind him, my feet aching from that short walk.

"How are you my love" he turns and asks me sympathetically, sitting next to me.

"Tired" I tell him.

He gently grabs my head and leans it on his shoulder, I sigh into his touch.

"Bed?" he asks looking down and noticing I'm half asleep. "Bed"

I feel him pick me up. I go to say something about how I can walk and that I'm heavy.

"Shh" he cuts me off before I even say a thing, "I don't care if you think your heavy, your not. Plus you can't even get to the stairs without your feet hurting. Your carrying our children this is the least I can do." he places a kiss on my temple.

...

It's the middle of the night and I wake to go to the bathroom.

I go to pull my night dress up, but I feel a liquid trickle down my leg. I quickly pull down my underwear and see a clear fluid.

My water broke.

I feel fine, I haven't got any pain.
I look at the clock 1 hour past midnight.

I decide not to tell Benedict until I have any pain as I know it will just give him nerves.

I grab my book from the side, walk over to our bay window and begin to read, knowing I won't be going back to sleep anytime soon.

An hour passed and the pain formed, it was every five and ten minutes.

"Benedict" I whisper. Nothing, "Benedict" slight movement. "Benedict my water broke"

"What? When?" he asks very awake.

"About an hour ago. But the pain has begun." I tell him.

"Why didn't you wake me?" he asks as rushes over to me.

"I had no pain, when Lizzies water broke then she didn't go into labour for another three hours." I tell him.

"We can't get the doctor he lives to far away from here" he thinks out loud.

"You can go ask the help if they have any medical training, but if not." I look at him. "You are going to have to do this yourself"

He looks at me before rushing off downstairs.

I slowly make my way to the room we set up for delivery sitting on the bed, as another shot of pain starts.

Benedict rushes back upstairs with one of the help with him. A young man who doesn't look older than three and twenty.

...

I am three hours into labour, and this child won't come out.

"Push" the man tells me.

"I can't. I can't, I'm just so tired" I tell him.

Benedict takes hold of my hand, and kisses it, "I know love, but you have to, okay" I nod

"Yes, you can come on," the man tells me smiling.

My hold on Benedict's hand tightens, but if he complains I'm currently pushing a watermelon-sized baby out of my vagina.

"I can see the head. Keep pushing" he tells me.

I push once more. My teeth grinding against on another.

I hear a soft cry throughout the room.

"It's a boy, congratulations mr&mrs Bridgerton" he hands me my baby boy.

He goes to leave the same pain rushes through me once more.

"It's happening again" I scream out in pain, as he quickly rushes back towards me.

"Right, push," the man tells me.

...

"I can't look at him for too long because I'll cry," he says smiling as tears drop down his cheek.

"What should we name them?" I ask him with a smile.

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