Give us a Possession
Chapter 2: Noah
"Father! Why is Mother screaming so much? What is wrong with her?" 3- year- old Mahlah asked.
"Do not worry. She will be all right." Her father tried to reassure her, but, truth be told, he was worried about her, too. He held his little daughter in his arms as they waited for what seemed like hours. Eventually, the midwife exited the tent. "Zelophehad? You have another daughter."
He stood, holding his little girl. "Tirzah?"
"She is sleeping, but she is fine. You can see the baby if you are quiet." She said pointedly, eyeing Mahlah.
"We will be, will we not, Mahlah?" he asked his little girl, who violently nodded. He chuckled before ducking into the tent. He saw his beautiful wife sleeping with the baby in her arms. He sat down, still holding Mahlah, and carefully took the baby from his wife. He remembered how tired she had been when she had had Mahlah. Now, she rests. "Noah." he whispered. "That's what we'll name you, my younger daughter. Noah, for you helped your mother find rest."
