Lucille
Pregnant.
With child.
I stared down at the small stick as a cascade of emotions I'd never before allowed myself to feel surged through me. I'd never thought it was possible to experience such an overwhelming array of feelings for someone I hadn't yet met.
Love.
Devotion.
Fear.
Concern.
One and all were bombarding me at once.
Was it normal to worry about someone who you'd yet to meet?
I experienced all the concerns of mothers-to-be throughout history.
Was my baby healthy?
Would my baby be happy?
Would my baby be a girl or a boy?
Was this a world in which to bring a child?
Blinking away new tears, my gaze again met Lady Buckingham's. “This is real? Tell me it's real."
“It's real, Your Highness. I would expect that the crown would like you to be seen by Mr. Davie
