Okay! I need y'all to vote on a girl or a boy and I need y'all's baby names. I have come up with five of my own and y'all can vote, but I still want y'all's. If y'all don't want to vote.

Girls

Isobel

Percephone

Moira

Ruth

Annsley-Elizabeth

Boys

Taylor

James

Alexander

Rythem (I know it is unusual)

McCartney (I know it is a little before The Beatles)

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"Elsie," is all I heard as soon as I wake up. It is a deep, masculine, and soothing voice. It is a voice that is familiar, I assume it is Charles. Charles!

"Oh, Charles, what happened?" I ask confused.

"Elsie, you did it! You delivered our child," he says with a look of adoration on his face that makes my heart grow.

"I did? I don't remember it."

"The doctor said the baby twisted and was afraid something might happen if you tried to deliver it vag-naturally. He did some section surgery the starts with a c, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that you and the baby came out safe and healthy."

"Oh. Where is the baby?" I ask wondering where my baby is. Our baby is. Our miraculous baby is.

"Oh! In the nursery. All the family is here. They even gave the staff the day off. I'll go get the baby. I'll probably have to pry it out of the hands of Beryl. She wouldn't leave the poor thing's side," as he says this I chuckle. I can just imagine Beryl holding a little bundle wrapped in white and cooing over it.

After Charles leaves I here the door open again. It is Isobel. She is holding flowers. Lilacs and white roses. Still no sign as to whether I had a boy or a girl, but I still smile and say, "Isobel, how nice of you."

"That's nonsense. You just had a baby. That's a lot of hard work," she says with a smile. A genuine smile, like one she would have when she proves the Dowager wrong. She has warm eyes too, eyes like a mother comforting a child when they are sick. I have a feeling she has bad news for me or a secret and it is unsettling. "I wanted ask what you had?"

"I wanted to ask you the same thing. Charles went to get the baby. When he comes back both of us will find out."

"I guess we will. Elsie, we are friends aren't we?"

There it is. "Yes," I say this cautiously, "why?"

"You are one of the only ones that know about Richard and me. Well, we have taken up a sexual side of our relationship and I wanted to know how you first felt when you were pregnant. It has been while since I've been pregnant unlike you."

"You think you are pregnant!"

"Shh! Yes, I haven't been through menopause yet. Believe it or not!"

"Oh, Isobel, that's wonderful! Now I won't be the only old mother around here."

"Hey! I'm not old! I'm just matured, and I don't know if I'm pregnant. I could be going through menopause like a normal person unlike you."

"Well, I'm sorry if I am a little more wild than you!"

"I got one of my friends in London to test me. You should have seen his face," she says chuckling. If she is pregnant I would be thrilled, honestly. We have been friends since the night Mr. Matthew was brought back from the front almost broken, and the family made her stay at the house because they were afraid she might have a mental breakdown. I found her lying on the floor, curled up, and crying. I comforted her and we have been friends ever since. She was actually the only one there when Charles and I got married. "Elsie, are you okay? You look a little lost in thought."

"Oh, I was just thinking what might happen if you are pregnant."

"You might be pregnant," says a baritone voice. I look and see Charles holding a white bundle with a look somewhere between shock and horror.

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I know it is a bit of a stretch but Elsie needs a friend who has a baby. Anna is too much of a daughter and Beryl is going to have a secret so there.