Mary's p.o.v
Clutching my stomach, I lean on the bed post for support. I inhale and exhale a few deep breaths.
"Not now" I beg my unborn child who longs to embrace the outside world. I am only six months
pregnant. Premature labor has been a big growing fear of mine. If born right now, my son or
daughter wouldn't survive. "Mary, I can cancel the party if you are feeling unwell" Francis
offers. Another contraction seizes my body before I can respond to him. "Francis" I gasp
bending over in pain. Francis lays me down on the bed. I feel safe in his warm strong arms.
I recover quickly all thanks to him. I am well enough to attend the ball with him.
