The woman moaned and the man held onto her hand.
"Hold on just a little longer Jane dear," the man said.
"Jeffery...I can't...I..." The midwife put a cold cloth on Jane's forehead.
"You should leave now sir," she said. "It would not be proper."
"Jeffery no!" Jane cried clinging to her husband's hand.
"You will be fine dear," Jeffery said as he pulled out of her grasp and walked out into the next room. Two boys waited in the room. One boy had dark brown hair and matching eyes. The other had glasses, electric blue eyes, and floppy dirty blonde hair.
"How is she father?" the boy with the brown hair asked.
"It will not be long now Cory." The other boy, the older one, began drumming his fingers on his knees. Moments later the midwife came out holding a small bundle in her arms.
"She is perfectly healthy sir," she said handing over the baby girl.
"Boys, come have a look," Jeffery called. The boys stood up and came to Jeffery's side.
"She is beautiful Uncle," the older boy said. "I believe I shall write a poem for her."
"Oh for the love of God William!" Cory cried. "The child would die just hearing it!"
"Cory do not let your mother hear you speak like that!" Jeffery said sharply. Cory looked at the floor.
"Sorry Father." Jeffery turned and walked back into the room. And so it was that on October 30th, All Hallows Eve, at midnight, Schyler Jane Marcin was born.