EMP Antediluvian Courage : Book 3 by S.A. Ison

Author:S.A. Ison [Ison, S.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-11T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Mary sat up in bed. Her back pain had grown worse over the last few hours. It was early morning and she didn’t want to disturb Jutta. The poor woman worked so hard, between taking care of her own family and taking care of Mary. She could see the dim light outside and the room was cold around her. Soft snores emanated from the other bed; the girls were sound asleep. Mary leaned forward and placed her hands on her back. She pushed in deep.

Then she felt a contraction, and her heart skipped a beat. Warm liquid leaked between her thighs. Hand trembling, she felt between her legs and swiped a finger, then looked at it in the muted light. She couldn’t see anything and let her breath out. It wasn’t blood. She shifted her hips and more fluid came out.

“My water’s broken,” she whispered softly. It’s too soon, her mind cried. She got up from her bed and quietly made her way to Jutta’s room. The warm liquid kept sliding down her thighs. She tapped lightly on the door, her hand shaking badly. Her lips trembled, and warm tears slid down her cheeks.

The door opened and Jutta’s face, which quickly changed from sleepy to worried appeared. “Is everything okay, Mary?”

“I think my water’s broke. It’s too soon, Jutta.” Her voice cracked, and a sob slipped through her lips.

Jutta pulled her into an embrace, the strong arms encircling her. “Does the baby still move?”

“Yes, though he has slowed down. My back is hurting too,” Mary said softly, her face buried in Jutta’s neck.

“That is labor. We can’t stop this, now that the water has broken. But it is good the baby moves. Go back to bed, I’ll be in there soon. I want to go down stairs and get things ready. Don’t worry. You’re eight months, right?”

Mary pulled back and looked into Jutta’s face, and nodded. She tried to smile but could not. Jutta patted her back and pushed her toward her room. She went back and got under the quilts. The room wasn’t freezing, but it wasn’t overly warm either. She pulled the quilts up to her chin and shook with fear. She hoped the baby would be okay. There was no hospital or emergency room.

There would be no incubator, no medicine for her child. She knew she was being foolish, but she wished David were there to hold her hand. He made her feel better, calm and safe. She knew it was absurd, since there was nothing he could do to help.

Jutta came in a few minutes later with an armload of towels and sheets, and placed them at the bottom of Mary’s bed. Walking over to her daughters, she shook them awake. As she murmured softly to the girls, they looked over to Mary with wide, frightened eyes. Then they both nodded, got up, and left the room. Mary could hear them going downstairs.

“They’re going to make sure we have what we need. If you want, pull up your gown.

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