Cullen held his baby daughter, ‘She looks as if she knows everything about the world.’ As he spoke, the infant scrunched her eyes and clenched her fists before letting out a scream that prompted him to hand her back to her mother. ‘We’ll name her Sophia. It means wisdom.’
Settling the infant on to the breast, Elizabeth smiled at Cullen, ‘Your daughter is headstrong already, James.’
Leaning in to kiss Elizabeth on the forehead, he stopped himself from saying aloud that he hoped this baby would survive.
Using one of her petticoats, Elizabeth made a baby carrier that went over her shoulders and hung down in front of her. She carried her infant daughter everywhere. Sophia slept between her parents in the large bed her father had made, with her mother waking at the slightest sound or movemen
