Others Have It Easier

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Thomas sat, then stood up, then began to pace again, and damn it, nothing felt right. How long had she been at it now? The midwife had said it should be….he couldn’t remember. Whatever he did, his insides sent a wave of worry and nausea through him.  What could he do, while she was through there having his child and anything could happen? The midwife had popped her head out and said all was going well and smiled and patted him on the shoulder and told him to have a drink like he was a little child, but sometimes these women said things like that anyway. Thomas wanted to ask the midwife why she wasn’t caring for his baby. Shouldn’t she be looking a little more concerned, a bit more worried? Anything could happen, especially for a peasant, the noblewomen probably didn’t have it like this…

Fendrel had told  him that it was best to sit and wait it out, but Thomas stood up again. He didn’t see Fendrel and Gregory looked at each other, but he felt Gregory’s arm on his shoulder, making him remained seated, partly comforting him, and part keeping him down.

“Here you go” Fendrel passed Thomas a drink of ale, and sat next to him, and Thomas did momentarily feel better.  Fendrel was a man of few words, now as ever, and that was all he said, but he laid a hand on Tom’s shoulder, and it was as if he was a child, and Fendrel was holding him in his arms, or tucking him into his bed and promising everything would be okay. He passed him a drink, ale or, no, something stronger, and Tom drank it in one go. He could vaguely hear Cora yelling. Was it quieter now?

“How long-?” Fendrel looked at him, another father would have been more judgemental, but there was nothing of the sort in Fendrel’s eyes.

“Not long”

Cora yelled again “Maybe I should go ask the midwife” And he made to do so, but Gregory’s arm was there again, and that was worse, and he wanted to shout and tell him to let him, but Gregory only shook his head at him, and Thomas sat down again.

He glared at Gregory, and Gregory knew, but he seemed to accept it. It was strange, his broher being here again. He must have been keeping in touch with Fendrel, because how else could he have known when to turn up, just in ime for the birth? Gregory had turned up in his uniform, straight after he had finished his duties. He was an officer now…or was he a corporal…or just a foot soldier? He had only been here for the night, and he was going to leave again as soon as the baby was born…Shit. The baby. It was quiet…Cora? Was she well still?

Footsteps. He was going to be sick. He was going to.

What was that. It was a cry. It was a cry. And then, there was the midwife, and in her arms, was his baby.