The Gathering Storm (The Jacobite Chronicles Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
said Maggie despairingly when Beth appeared in the bedroom dressed only in her shift, closely followed by Iain. Maggie, to Beth’s surprise, was pacing up and down the room, consciously making an effort to breathe slowly and steadily, small beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Beth had expected her to be lying down in bed, clutching the bedpost and screaming in agony. I have no idea what to expect, really, she thought, panicking, realising that her expectations of what she would find in the room were based solely on Caroline’s amusing retrospective account of Freddie’s birth, which she said had mainly consisted of her screaming her head off, threatening to kill Edwin if he ever came within ten yards of her again, and uttering language that would have made a soldier blush. After which a small, slimy squirming creature had been placed carefully in her arms by the midwife, and her heart had immediately melted. The midwife. “Get the midwife,” Beth said to Iain, who was hovering uncertainly in the doorway of his own bedroom, which had suddenly become alien territory to him.
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