Hello everyone! I love writing soppy family chapters =) 'Ickle' is a word we use where I live... Not sure about anywhere else. It means tiny.
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Chapter Twenty-Four
27th November, 1910
The unfamiliar sound of crying filled the air. There was a dull ache throughout my body, and my hair felt damp. Tommie sat next to me. He seemed to be humming, and rocking gently. I perched myself up on my elbows. "She's beautiful." Tommie whispered, not looking away from our baby. "Is it apparent to you that I haven't held my daughter yet?" It was then Tommie turned to look at me. He looked tired, but excited all the same.
"Our baby," He corrected me. I sat up, and Tommie tucked the baby into my arms. She was wrapped in a large blanket, and had a little pink face with little wisps of hair. I cradled her close to my chest, and loosened the blanket to feel her tiny chest. Her heart was beating away, while she slept peacefully. The first sign of movement I saw in her was when she turned her head away from Tommie, and into my neck. She was dreaming, and she wrapped her ickle fingers around mine. "Tommie…." I breathed, kissing her forehead.
"What are we going to call her?" Tommie asked, drawing us into his arms.
"I don't know."
"Well, why don't we name her after someone in your family?" Tommie offered.
"What about my mother?"
"Elizabeth Law Barbour." Tommie seemed to be deep in thought as he said my mother's name.
"Elizabeth Law Barbour Andrews." I murmured. The baby brought my finger to her mouth, and seemed to be chewing on it with her bare gums. "Elizabeth Law Barbour Andrews….." Tommie repeated. "It's perfect."