I look up at the stairs and curse silently for walking back down them. This baby is coming and it's coming without me going up those stairs. I walk into the old common room and Kit and Gracie are in there cleaning. I walk very very slow and clutch my stomach as I do. Why can't it go fast like Gracie's? This is my punishment from god. I know it is. I squat infront of the new leather couch and lay my head on the couch. I take a deep breath and let out a moan in pain. I reach my hand between my legs and gasp. I feel hair at my center. I push and scream into the couch as I do. I wait a few minutes for a contraction and push again. Gracie and Kit are eyeing me.
"Get me some water please!" I'm burning up. I pull off my veil and unbutton a few buttons on my habit, showing my tank top. Gracie hands me a glass of water and I down half of it and pour the rest on me. I'm breathless the pain is mind consuming.
"Get- the- Monsignor!!" A few minutes later Timothy is running to me and rubbing my back. I push as a contraction hits and I feel the head pop out. Timothy cups the baby's head as I push again. I feel the baby come out and Timothy is crying. We kiss and I hear a gasp. I turn around and Gracie and Kit are standing there.
"Looks like we all have secrets don't we?" I laugh.
"Only reason I'm not telling is because you kept our family together."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"I need scissors." Kit runs out and brings me scissors and I hand them to Timothy. He grabs our baby and holds her up.
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