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The local townsfolk had accepted Doc's reasoning and assurance that he could handle delivering his unborn son or daughter just fine - though that didn't stop the ladies from asking after his very pregnant wife each short trip he dared into town in the days leading up to the delivery. By the time he eventually decided that he was going to hole up in the cabin, Katherine didn't want him going anywhere. That worked out just fine, in his opinion. More time with his wife, and less time with the nosy women outside the mercantile.
They had a reliable door to the bar, now, through the lean-to closet. That made him confident enough on those trips into town, that she could head to the bar at the first signs of labor. But he really preferred being at her side.
It was the middle of the afternoon, late summer, and he was fast asleep at her side in a lazy midday nap when she leaned over and oh-so-calmly poked him in the ribs.
"Mmm?"
"I think if you're hopin' to actually see your son or daughter bein' born..." She sucked in a breath. "You best wake up, 'siah."
He cracked an eye open and glanced up at her. "You just say what I thought you said?"
Katherine nodded slightly, then closed her eyes. "These ones don't feel like the ones I've been havin' the last few days...they got a purpose with 'em now."
He reached over and put a hand against the swell of her belly, and felt the muscles shift and contact beneath his hand after a moment. The feeling made him grin a little. "Well I'll be, seems like the little master or madame wants t'finally join her mama and papa out here."
"Seems the case."
Doc leaned down and kissed her stomach. "Lemme git dressed, you think we got time for that?"
"Reckon so. They ain't too fast, hurt a bit fierce but I figured as much," she said. "Nothing I can't handle."
He looked at her before he climbed out of bed and went to dress himself, and she leaned back against the pillows and watched him, as her hands idly rubbed over her skin beneath her loose top.
Their baby. She smiled a bit at the thought, as she watched him hunt for fresh socks, hair falling into his eyes as he leaned down to pull his boots on.
I hope he has his daddy's hair...
She closed her eyes as another wave rippled over her, and she must have exhaled loud enough to get his attention, because he knelt lightly on the goose feather mattress - his wedding gift to her, even if they both knew they'd spend plenty of time in it together - and placed his hands over her own.
"You alright?"
"Just fine," she whispered. "And I think we're havin' a son."
Doc smiled at that. "Young Master Scurlock, is it?"
"Mmmhmm." A beat, then she opened her eyes. "Love you, Cowboy."
"Course you do. You're 'bout to have our child. I owe you," he told her. "I love you too, Darlin'."
Katherine shifted to sit up. "Much as I'd love to hear you tell me that all afternoon, we'd best get heading to the bar."
"I'll say it everyday for the rest of my life if you want me to."
"Might just take you up on that."
(Both know he'll say it anyway.)
The local townsfolk had accepted Doc's reasoning and assurance that he could handle delivering his unborn son or daughter just fine - though that didn't stop the ladies from asking after his very pregnant wife each short trip he dared into town in the days leading up to the delivery. By the time he eventually decided that he was going to hole up in the cabin, Katherine didn't want him going anywhere. That worked out just fine, in his opinion. More time with his wife, and less time with the nosy women outside the mercantile.
They had a reliable door to the bar, now, through the lean-to closet. That made him confident enough on those trips into town, that she could head to the bar at the first signs of labor. But he really preferred being at her side.
It was the middle of the afternoon, late summer, and he was fast asleep at her side in a lazy midday nap when she leaned over and oh-so-calmly poked him in the ribs.
"Mmm?"
"I think if you're hopin' to actually see your son or daughter bein' born..." She sucked in a breath. "You best wake up, 'siah."
He cracked an eye open and glanced up at her. "You just say what I thought you said?"
Katherine nodded slightly, then closed her eyes. "These ones don't feel like the ones I've been havin' the last few days...they got a purpose with 'em now."
He reached over and put a hand against the swell of her belly, and felt the muscles shift and contact beneath his hand after a moment. The feeling made him grin a little. "Well I'll be, seems like the little master or madame wants t'finally join her mama and papa out here."
"Seems the case."
Doc leaned down and kissed her stomach. "Lemme git dressed, you think we got time for that?"
"Reckon so. They ain't too fast, hurt a bit fierce but I figured as much," she said. "Nothing I can't handle."
He looked at her before he climbed out of bed and went to dress himself, and she leaned back against the pillows and watched him, as her hands idly rubbed over her skin beneath her loose top.
Their baby. She smiled a bit at the thought, as she watched him hunt for fresh socks, hair falling into his eyes as he leaned down to pull his boots on.
I hope he has his daddy's hair...
She closed her eyes as another wave rippled over her, and she must have exhaled loud enough to get his attention, because he knelt lightly on the goose feather mattress - his wedding gift to her, even if they both knew they'd spend plenty of time in it together - and placed his hands over her own.
"You alright?"
"Just fine," she whispered. "And I think we're havin' a son."
Doc smiled at that. "Young Master Scurlock, is it?"
"Mmmhmm." A beat, then she opened her eyes. "Love you, Cowboy."
"Course you do. You're 'bout to have our child. I owe you," he told her. "I love you too, Darlin'."
Katherine shifted to sit up. "Much as I'd love to hear you tell me that all afternoon, we'd best get heading to the bar."
"I'll say it everyday for the rest of my life if you want me to."
"Might just take you up on that."
(Both know he'll say it anyway.)