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Chapter 27
April 1867
Henry POV
On August 7th we welcomed our son into the world. His arrival was a happy occasion for Abigail had her friend with her. Hannah refused to let anyone other than the doctor into our bedroom while Abigail was laboring with our son. I listened for twelve hours as Abigail cried, the cursed me, and then screamed in her pain. If Jamie and my friends had not been there, I would have busted down the door to get to her.
At one point, Hannah opened the door and told me to go pace somewhere else because my constant hovering by the door was making Abigail anxious. I moved my pacing to the sitting room. Jamie just chuckled at me. When I gave him a look that would make most men piss their pants, he held his hands up and said, “I’m sure I looked just as bad six weeks ago. She’ll be fine, Henry. Woman have been birthing since the beginning of time.”
Walt chuckle
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