Hello, readers, this is a little set of drabbles based around Sylvie and her life, from her birth onwards, through Kitty's affair and Elliot's new wife. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer- All characters that you recognise belong to the BBC and the writers of Crimson Field, however any names you don't recognise belong to me.
Happy reading,
Rosie xx
The Birth of an Angel
"Push Mrs Vincent, Push!" yelled the midwife as she stood by the bed of the young girl egging the girl to push.
"I can't!" Kitty protested, tears rolling from her tired eyes.
'Yes you can Kitty'
Kitty found James' voice in her head, she had spent months debating whether to run from Elliot. It should be James in the next room, he should be her husband. She knew he would be in the room holding onto her hand tightly, mopping her brow, kissing her forehead as she gave birth to their child.
But it wasn't his child, it was Elliot's. A child born out of convenience and lineage, a pain filled experience.
Kitty pushed with all her might, damaging one of the midwife's hand in the process. She panted and pushed, until she heard an almighty cry.
"It's a girl, Mrs Vincent." The midwife exclaimed next to her. Her sister in law Christine cradled the baby girl in her arms shushing her.
"Shhsh, little one," she rocked the baby back and forth. A tear fell from her eye and rolled down her porcelain cheek.
"Christine, what's wrong?" Kitty asked worriedly seeing her sister in law crying.
"She's just so beautiful, like a little angel," she cooed to the baby and she handed her to Kitty, swaddled in a pink blanket
"Hello, little one." She whispered as she settled in her arms. She looked into her daughter's soft brown eyes, she was perfect. She jumped a little when her daughter closed her tiny fingers around Kitty's thumb.
The doors opened and Elliot walked in quickly. He looked worried and looked like he had gotten angry.
"Katherine," he gasped as he got to the side of the bed and peered over her shoulder at the baby girl.
"Do you want to hold her?" she asked Elliot, softly. Elliot nodded as his face spread with a smile, something that was very rare to see. Kitty carefully and gently placed her daughter in her husband's arms.
"What are we going to call this little angel?" asked Elliot to Kitty who had propped herself up. Elliot was a completely changed person looking at the infant settled in his arms, his hard, fierce, icy exterior had melted at seeing her rosy cheeks.
"Sylvia" she said confidently. A name she had come across by accident, she and Christine had gone to see a ballet named Sylvia, a nymph who falls in love with a shepherd boy.
"Sylvie, hmm? Yes, I think Sylvie will suit her" Elliot replied.
"Mr Vincent, you are needed. The Duke of Warwick has arrived." A butler said as he rushed into the room. Elliot handed little Sylvie back to Kitty and hurried out of the room.
"My darling Sylvie" Kitty whispered kissing the top of her daughters small head. The only thing good and pure that had come out of her marriage to Elliot.
How was it? I tried to capture a broken family like the Vincent's are but Elliot was a little OOC but don't worry he will return to his ways in the next chapter. Please review, I love feedback and want to hear from you lot. What do you want to read?
Rosie xx