The Earl Claims His Wife by Cathy Maxwell

Author:Cathy Maxwell [Maxwell, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Historical Romance
ISBN: 9780061350993
Google: dygxlB2JO3YC
Amazon: 0061350990
Barnesnoble: 0061350990
Goodreads: 6290409
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2009-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“I have…but not a great deal. My sister has children.”

Brian was flabbergasted. He’d hired Mrs. Vickery because of the knowledge she’d claimed to have about babies. Of course, now, seeing the situation through Gillian, he realized he’d been so relieved to find anyone willing to work with a screaming baby, he’d happily overlooked the housekeeper’s shortcomings.

Obviously Gillian wasn’t going to be so forgiving.

She put the booties back on Anthony’s feet. He was crying, but his flailing fists and kicking legs didn’t deter her. She moved with cool efficiency. Standing, she turned Anthony over onto his belly and rested him on her arm. She began stroking his back as she paced the floor.

Her method appeared a very awkward way of holding a baby to Brian, yet Anthony liked it. His sobs grew quieter and farther apart until he fell into an exhausted sleep. Gillian had performed magic and she’d done it in less than five minutes.

“He will wake shortly,” Gillian said briskly. “At that time, I want to feed him a mixture of very, very thin porridge and goat’s milk.”

“Goat’s milk?” Mrs. Vickery repeated.

“Yes,” Gillian said. She looked at Brian. “Your baby has colic but he’s also starving to death. His crying may be his way of telling us he’s hungry. Most babies can’t tolerate cow’s milk. However, goat’s milk seems to be milder. Perhaps it will work on Anthony. I just pray we aren’t too late.”

“I’ll fetch the milk myself,” Brian said horrified at the thought the child could starve. He turned to Mrs. Vickery. “Where will I find it?”

The housekeeper made a face. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t like goats.”

“Try the dairy barn at Vauxhall Gardens,” Gillian said impatiently. “Where there are dairy cows, there should be goats. Tell them we are nursing a baby and you want far more than the customary cup. They will charge you a pretty penny for it but we have little choice.”

“The expense is not a concern,” Brian answered. “In fact I’m thankful to finally have a program to help Anthony. If need be, I’ll buy a herd of goats and put them in the back garden and milk them myself.” He reached for the hat he had removed and hung on one of the pegs by the door when they’d first entered the house.

“But look at the hour, my lady,” Mrs. Vickery said. “There will be no milk now. We’d have to wait until morning.”

“Vauxhall milks at noon,” Gillian replied. To Brian she said, “Tell them we want milk delivered every day, and we want it fresh.”

“I will,” Brian said. “I should return in the hour.”

“You’ll be hard pressed to do that,” Gillian answered, jiggling her arm holding Anthony because he had started to rouse and begin crying again.

“I’ll be back within the hour,” Brian reiterated and pushed her trunk more out of the way to ease the opening of the door.

As he was leaving, he overheard Gillian say to the housekeeper, “I need to go to the kitchen and brew a cup of chamomile tea.

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