It was seven in the morning when I awoke, strangely alone, for Mary had left my side. Assuming that she was in the sitting room, I went downstairs to meet her. But when I got downstairs she wasn't there.
'Odd… where has she gone?'
I left the sitting room and was heading towards the kitchen when I thought I heard screaming coming from outside. Pausing for a moment, I listened as the screams grew louder and clearer until I heard my name being called and realised with terror that the screams were from Mary.
"Oh my God…"
Nearly knocking the front door of its hinges, I stepped onto the porch and quickly spotted my wife lying on the ground some thirty yards away crying in agony; I ran to her side.
"Help me!" She cried her face streaked with tears. "I'm having contractions!"
"Dear God…"
I picked Mary up, carried her into the house, set her down in the sitting room, put my boots on, and then carried her all the way to Edward's.
