Chapter 41
The pain was mild. Uncomfortable, annoying, but mild. Catherine could well tolerate it. After a lifetime of hobbling about, it seemed ridiculous to her that women whispered about it and men panicked.
“The child is coming, Lydia.” She made the announcement simply as she limped into their shared room. For a split second, she saw an expression of panic cross Lydia’s face. “I will be fine,” she continued reassuringly. “I am not in pain.”
A wave of discomfort made her stop and press her hands against her belly. Lydia started toward her, but Catherine stretched out her arms, warding her off. “No,” she said quietly. “I have told you, I will be fine. There is bound to be some pain, but right now I can manage. I need you to prepare some linen. And I would like privacy. Henry and Thoma
