Post by Violet Bridgerton on Nov 3, 2022 23:30:25 GMT
Violet knew that something was not right, when it was taking too long, and the baby still had not arrived. The way the doctors spoke in hushed voices after examining her, so that she might not hear the words they exchanged. She could see the urgency written all over their faces, but they would not speak to her. They would only speak to Edmund, acting as if she was not in the room as they discussed the options available. She could not stop the tears from falling when Edmund relayed it to her, of the choice that had to be made... Only, it was never really a choice, not to him. They might lose their child, but he would not lose her. Violet had sent him from the room at that moment, insisting that he should be with their children. They would need reassurance that despite the noises that were coming from that room, everything would be well. They would be scared; they needed their father with them. Part of her wished that she had not sent him away, she wanted him beside her. Giving her that same reassurance he'd be offering their children. But if she was to die bringing this child into the world, then she did not want Edmund to bear witness to it. She would not allow him to suffer that. She felt as if the pain itself would kill her, she almost wished that it would. She could not keep silent as they brought the baby into the world and once it was over, the sound of her screams was replaced with the squeals of an infant. Violet's tears turned to those of relief, as someone placed her daughter into her arms. Realizing as she looked at the baby who looked so much like Edmund, that she could not imagine a world where she did not get to meet her. Hurried footsteps approaching the room dragged her gaze from the baby in her arms, her face alighting in a smile when she saw her husband standing in the doorway. Blinking back tears, she extended a hand for him wishing that he would take it. "I feel I should introduce you to our daughter" her voice was hoarse from the screams that had torn at her throat, but her heart was full. Things could have turned out so differently, the idea that Edmund might have been faced with the reality of losing both of them. It did not bear thinking about. She could not imagine leaving him to raise their children alone. |
