Angels POV
One of the first winter mornings, I gave birth to my son, James, on the hayloft above the barn on the abandoned farm.
I woke up shortly before dawn with a strong pain across my stomach. I curled up and held my breath in fear there was something wrong. The pain got worse and it felt like my muscles in my stomach and lower back were burning. Slowly it subsided and I inhaled a deep breath. It did not take long, then it hurt again. This time I remembered the pain. I did as my mother had said at the time, took a deep, calm breath, it relieved the burning sensation, but it hurt so much. I knew I was in labor, that my baby was coming. I looked over at Marvel and Jock. Marvel was still sleeping sweetly, but Jock lay quite calmly with his head raised and looked at me seriously. I bi
