Richard out to Joe. Stay and take care of Sophie and Emma.”
Clayton left the room and Jamie fol owed to retrieve Michael. Emma could see Jamie’s terror as he rushed out the door. They weren’t in the modern world anymore.
Women died in childbirth al the time in the nineteenth century.
Emma already knew how Jamie dealt with the loss of Sophie the first time. She was pretty sure he couldn’t take it again. She heard Jamie giving Michael a rundown on what happened, as the men entered the room.
Sophie was curled up on the floor in a fetal position, sobbing. Jamie ran to her and knelt down beside her.
“Baby, tel me where it hurts.”
“Everywhere. I’m cramping. They feel like period cramps,”
she whispered.
Michael knelt beside her and Jamie helped to rol Sophie on her back.
“OW! I can’t lie like this, it hurts.”
“Sophie, draw your knees up and it wil help with the pain. I need to feel your stomach.” Michael did a brief examination. “James, I need to do a more thorough exam, you should go.”
“Forget it.”
“James, it’s not appropriate for you to be here for this.”
Jamie scowled. “I don’t care, Michael, I am not leaving.”
Sophie grasped Jamie’s hand. “It’s fine, Michael. I’d like him to stay.”
Emma could see Michael was very uncomfortable with his audience as he examined her. “I don’t see any blood, Sophie, which is a good sign. I want you to rest for the next few days and then we’l see how you’re feeling before the bal .”
Sophie nodded and rol ed back onto her side. Jamie knelt beside her. “Sweetheart, I’m going to carry you to the bedroom.”
Emma pushed up from the chair. “I’l come, too.”
“What about your ankle?”
Michael held out his hand. “I’l assist.”
Jamie picked Sophie up and held her for a moment before he took her upstairs to their bedroom. Once Jamie settled Sophie on their bed, he sat down next to her and took her hand. Michael left Emma outside of the bedroom, so she hobbled inside and sat opposite Sophie. Sophie seemed calmer, but stil looked a bit green.
Jamie kissed her palm. “Are you okay, baby?”
Sophie nodded as she rubbed her stomach.
Emma reached over to help her gently massage the pain away. “What happened with Samson?”
“He kept trying to bite one of the soldiers.” Sophie rol ed her eyes. “I was feeling a little off, so I asked Topper to take care of him.”
Jamie frowned. “Why didn’t you tel me you weren’t feeling wel ?”
“Because I never feel entirely wel .” She pointed to her bel y.
“I just chalked it up to the alien slowly sapping my life away.”
“Hm, mm.” Jamie handed Sophie a glass of water. “Wel , you should sleep.”
“Okay.” Sophie took a sip and then slid under the covers.
Emma stood and hobbled to the door. “I’m going to get some more ice and then turn in.”
Jamie turned. “I’l get it for you, Squirt.”
She waved her hand. “No worries. I can do it. Just stay and take care of Sophie.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Emma grinned. “She needs you more than I do.”
Jamie reluctantly nodded. “Come and get me if you need me, okay?”
“I wil , I promise.”
Emma left the room and walked downstairs. Wel , she hopped. Slowly.
Daniel rushed forward, surprised to see her. “Miss Wel ington?”
“Oh, hel o, Daniel. Would you please find me some ice?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Thank you. I’l be in the parlor.”
Discovering a book ful of gown patterns, Emma settled herself on the large sofa in the parlor and waited for Betty to help her with the ice. Less than an hour later, the butler announced she had a visitor.
“I do?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Daniel turned and nearly bumped into Clayton, who apparently hadn’t waited to be shown in. She smiled with delight as she watched him fiddle nervously with his hat. He was absolutely adorable and her heart beat double-time.
“Emma, I’m sorry for barging in. I know it’s late,
Clayton left the room and Jamie fol owed to retrieve Michael. Emma could see Jamie’s terror as he rushed out the door. They weren’t in the modern world anymore.
Women died in childbirth al the time in the nineteenth century.
Emma already knew how Jamie dealt with the loss of Sophie the first time. She was pretty sure he couldn’t take it again. She heard Jamie giving Michael a rundown on what happened, as the men entered the room.
Sophie was curled up on the floor in a fetal position, sobbing. Jamie ran to her and knelt down beside her.
“Baby, tel me where it hurts.”
“Everywhere. I’m cramping. They feel like period cramps,”
she whispered.
Michael knelt beside her and Jamie helped to rol Sophie on her back.
“OW! I can’t lie like this, it hurts.”
“Sophie, draw your knees up and it wil help with the pain. I need to feel your stomach.” Michael did a brief examination. “James, I need to do a more thorough exam, you should go.”
“Forget it.”
“James, it’s not appropriate for you to be here for this.”
Jamie scowled. “I don’t care, Michael, I am not leaving.”
Sophie grasped Jamie’s hand. “It’s fine, Michael. I’d like him to stay.”
Emma could see Michael was very uncomfortable with his audience as he examined her. “I don’t see any blood, Sophie, which is a good sign. I want you to rest for the next few days and then we’l see how you’re feeling before the bal .”
Sophie nodded and rol ed back onto her side. Jamie knelt beside her. “Sweetheart, I’m going to carry you to the bedroom.”
Emma pushed up from the chair. “I’l come, too.”
“What about your ankle?”
Michael held out his hand. “I’l assist.”
Jamie picked Sophie up and held her for a moment before he took her upstairs to their bedroom. Once Jamie settled Sophie on their bed, he sat down next to her and took her hand. Michael left Emma outside of the bedroom, so she hobbled inside and sat opposite Sophie. Sophie seemed calmer, but stil looked a bit green.
Jamie kissed her palm. “Are you okay, baby?”
Sophie nodded as she rubbed her stomach.
Emma reached over to help her gently massage the pain away. “What happened with Samson?”
“He kept trying to bite one of the soldiers.” Sophie rol ed her eyes. “I was feeling a little off, so I asked Topper to take care of him.”
Jamie frowned. “Why didn’t you tel me you weren’t feeling wel ?”
“Because I never feel entirely wel .” She pointed to her bel y.
“I just chalked it up to the alien slowly sapping my life away.”
“Hm, mm.” Jamie handed Sophie a glass of water. “Wel , you should sleep.”
“Okay.” Sophie took a sip and then slid under the covers.
Emma stood and hobbled to the door. “I’m going to get some more ice and then turn in.”
Jamie turned. “I’l get it for you, Squirt.”
She waved her hand. “No worries. I can do it. Just stay and take care of Sophie.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Emma grinned. “She needs you more than I do.”
Jamie reluctantly nodded. “Come and get me if you need me, okay?”
“I wil , I promise.”
Emma left the room and walked downstairs. Wel , she hopped. Slowly.
Daniel rushed forward, surprised to see her. “Miss Wel ington?”
“Oh, hel o, Daniel. Would you please find me some ice?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Thank you. I’l be in the parlor.”
Discovering a book ful of gown patterns, Emma settled herself on the large sofa in the parlor and waited for Betty to help her with the ice. Less than an hour later, the butler announced she had a visitor.
“I do?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Daniel turned and nearly bumped into Clayton, who apparently hadn’t waited to be shown in. She smiled with delight as she watched him fiddle nervously with his hat. He was absolutely adorable and her heart beat double-time.
“Emma, I’m sorry for barging in. I know it’s late,
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