2 September, 4 a.m.
2 September, 4 a.m.At her third deep sigh, Pitman turned to her.
‘Can you not sleep, dearest chuck?’
Bettina sighed again. ‘Nay, love, I cannot.’ She reached and took his hand, placing it on her vast belly. ‘Your son will not allow it.’
It took only a moment for his hand to be almost lifted from her skin. It was a feeling that never failed to thrill him. ‘You are sure it will be a boy?’
‘This hard a kicker? Aye, I’m certain. Only Josiah beat his poor Ma like this. All our girls were ever gentle.’
He turned on his side. Moonlight through their window lit the fleshy mountain. ‘Is there anything I can fetch to ease you?’ he asked. ‘Some water? Some of your cordial?’
‘Nay, it will only make me want to piss like a mare,’ she replied, then belched. ‘Oh, pardon I.’
Pit
