Page 30 of The Knight Who Loved Me (Secrets and Vows #3)

I sabel Markham was a most unusual wife, and her approach to childbearing bore that out. Through her pregnancy, James had to keep a constant watch on her, lest she remain too long at the tiltyard, giving advice, seeing to the squires’ training—and forgetting to eat. She would not rest in the afternoon, as the midwife told her she ought.

When the actual labor began, only James seemed to be nervous. Isabel claimed not even to be in much pain. He was amazed, exasperated, sick with love, and paralyzed with fear that something would happen, and he would lose his Angel, the only reason he could imagine for living.

When Isabel finally agreed with the midwife that the babe was about to be born, she ascended to their bedchamber. James walked beside her, arm about her shoulders, trying to help.

“Honestly, James, I am perfectly capable of walking,” she said, looking amused.

Less than two hours later, with only a minimum of fuss, Isabel gave birth to an overly long, squalling girl. James couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter as she lay in her cradle, flinging her arms, looking just like her mother.

James lifted little Elizabeth, the descendant of both their families, the beginning of a new peace. He didn’t bother to count her fingers and toes, because she would be loved, no matter what she looked like.

~The End~

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