Back home Ross returned from training with Sam in preparation for tomorrow's fight. Apparently when he and Dwight ventured into the Red Lion, George was there with the pig and now there was a bet to be had. Now my husband laid occasionally groaning in discomfort in the bath.

"It's not the guinea which concern me, it's Sam" he commented

"Why can't you fight Tom Harry? At least then I can nurse your broken or weary bones in a better cause." I laugh at his state.

"Do you think I could pick and chose my own battle?"  he asked pitifully from his position.

"Yes." i answer deadpan.

"But sometimes they come at me unannounced." he gave me a cheeky smile

"And then?" he dipped himself under the water splashing me. "Ross." I groan then he comes back up and pulls me into a kiss.

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The feast of Saint Sawle was a cause for celebration, elation and Ross complaining about going to church every five minutes.

"Please can I be excused." he grumbles

"Not bleeding likely." I scoff massaging my stomach, this baby was giving me the worst pains and was forever pressing on my bladder "Feast of Saint Sawle is the one day that everyone goes to church." We were sitting in the Poldark pews of the church which was up front.

"Why are you sitting here? These seats are for..." George went off to complain.

"Piss off i'm not interested." I grumble  "The are Poldark pews and we're Poldarks. I suggest if you don't want to send me into a early labour you sit down and shut up."

"Are you quite alright, Abigail?" Elizabeth asks me

"no, your husbands face is irritating me, move him." I breath.

"Excuse her, this has been her most grumpiest pregnancy yet." Ross attempted to joke

"Shut up, I am not grumpy just irritated by toad face here, thinking he's better than everyone. Will you sit your arse down Georgie, preferably where I don't have to see you better yet hear you." I scowl. Elizabeth guide him to the one's behind us. Odgers finally comes in only for pig face Whitworth to come out as well.

"This should be interesting." I snort "Is it me or does Whittie pig get rounder everyday. Poor Odgers confirming with the inferior."

"Abigail." Ross scolds. Prudie and Demelza snorts as I attempt to stifle my laugher

(Quick note: I hope no one takes offence to my comments. The actor who plays Whitworth is a cool actor I just can't stand his character hence the need to make fun of him. Also to those of of the same figure, you are beautiful and loved and I wish you all the best. It matter not what you look like, to me. What I say is purely about Whitworth the character.)

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The service came to a finish and we all exit the church. While, Ross gathered up the children I wait outside.

"Cousin, shall we go together?" Morwenna asks me. I turn with a broad smiled

"I couldn't be happier." she offered me her arm and I took it, glancing back at Whitworth. "He seems thougfhrly irritated, well played cousin. I knew you had it in you."

"I take no pleasure it it, but I must protect my self and my son." she replies

"I know. But here is a pause for thought, with his age and the rate he eats at, you're sure to outlive him." I shrug as I join my husband and children.

"Your incorrigible." she sighed

"i have the bit between my teeth with those kind of men. They irritate me and bring out a stew of insults I wouldn't even dream of thinking about anybody else." I reply and we made our way up to where the festivities are set up. We take our seats as does everyone else who joins.

"Welcome, everyone! A wrestling Contest!" Tholly announces and I clap "Best of three falls. On my left, we have Tom Harry." he steps onto the mat to many of us booing at him.

"And on my right Sam Carne" I cheer as does many. Sam takes the mat

"Go on, Sammy!" I shout.

"Maybe it's not the best idea you being here in your current condition." Ross suggests and I give him a pointed  look silencing him.

"Right. Shake hands in the middle." Sam offers his hand and Tom Harry slaps it away "Hey, hey, hey, none of that. On the whistle." tholly warns and steps back then blows the whistle

"Come on Sammy! Kick his arse!" I yell leaning forward, The wrestle about almost taking each other down before Sam is finally successful. "Yes!"

"First fall. Sam Carne!" tholly declares.

"Go on Sammy!" The children cheer for him. Dwight is handed a note, he opens it and we turn our attention to him.

"From lord Falmouth." he states "I'll return as soon as I can." he left just as the second round began. Though this time it was bad. Tom Harry started cheating to all our protest and threw Sam on the floor. They were managed to be broke up. but the fall went to that idiot.

"He was fucking cheating. Come on!" I stand up pointing  The third round was called but while Sam wised up Tom harry still cheated disputed getting a second fall.