A Husband For Christmas

With a splutter of laughter, he climbed onto the bed beside her, held her in his arms. ‘You aren’t allowed to die,’ he said softly.

Opening her eyes, she stared at him. ‘Non?’ ‘Non.’

‘Well, if the ambulance doesn’t get here soon, or the doctor—’ Stiffening, she clutched at him, held her breath.

‘Pant.’

‘I don’t want to pant,’ she gasped. ‘Oh, boy, I need to push.’

‘Non, he denied worriedly.

‘Yes. Oh, God. Get some towels.’

‘Towels?’

‘Yes! Vite! Oh, Sébastien, quickly.’

Alarmed, he rolled to his feet, sprinted into the other room, grabbed a pile of towels and hurried back. He hovered, gave a ridiculous smile, asked foolishly, ‘What do I do with them?’

‘Oh, Sébastien!’ she exclaimed on a weak laugh. ‘Put them under me.’

‘Right. Put them under you. Be calm,’ he instructed himself. ‘Be calm.’ Gently raising her, he put several towels beneath her, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and smiled. A bit quirky, a bit lopsided, but a smile. ‘I’m all right now.’

‘Good.’

‘I must deliver it, yes?’

‘Yes.’

‘Right’

‘Everything will be fine,’ she gasped.

‘Oui. And I remind myself that we like to do things differently. How fortunate I read the books.’ He gave a shaky grin, then kissed her. ‘Raise your knees.’

She raised them, eyes fixed trustingly on her husband.

Walking to the other end of the bed, he took another deep breath, and rested both hands heavily on the counterpane. ‘Mon Dieu!’ he exclaimed weakly. ‘I can see the head.’

‘Is that good?’

‘Certainly,’ he said with more confidence than he was feeling. ‘Now you must push. It will be all right, my darling.’

‘I know,’ she whispered. She gave him a shaky smile, gasped on another sudden pain, and he smiled, tried to sound confident. But there was anxiety in his eyes as there was in her own. A slight shake to his voice. ‘That’s fine; keep pushing. Gently, gently...’

Oh, God. ‘It hurts.’

‘I know.’

Gripping the bed-head with hands that trembled, she waited for the next pain, then pushed and, astonishingly, felt the head emerge.

Eyes wide, they stared at each other.

‘Oh, mon dieu!’ Gently supporting the head with his large hands, he instructed anxiously, ‘One more.’

She pushed, and the baby slid out with no trouble at all.

‘It’s a baby,’ he whispered in awe.

Supporting herself on her elbows, she peered down, gave a shaken laugh. ‘What were you expecting? And is it all right?’ she queried worriedly. ‘Shouldn’t it be crying or something?’

‘Not if you’re lucky,’ a dry voice said from the doorway. ‘And I suggest you wrap him up instead of marvelling at the commonplace.’

‘Commonplace to you,’ Sébastien said in soft awe. ‘Not commonplace to me. I’m shaking.’ Gently wrapping the baby in a towel, he halted, glanced at the doctor. ‘The cord?’

‘I will deal with the cord,’ he said wryly. ‘How are you, madame?’ he asked as he deftly dealt with it and handed the baby to Sébastien.

‘Fine,’ Gellis said weakly.

‘Bien. Another push, if you please, for the afterbirth.’

Gellis obliged, and glanced at her husband as he cradled their new-born child in his arms. He looked—amazed. He glanced up, gave her an uncertain smile. ‘I can’t believe I did that.’

‘I can,’ she said softly as she held out her arms, gave him a smile that was soft with love. ‘What is it? Boy or girl?’ And he gave a comical blink.

‘I forgot to look,’ he murmured sheepishly. Lifting the towel, he smiled. ‘A boy. Oh, Gellis, we have a son. So perfect,’ he added almost reverently as he gently handed him over. Perching on the edge of the bed, he put his arm round her, lingeringly kissed her temple. ‘I was frightened to death.’

‘I was a bit nervous myself,’ she confessed.

‘Don’t get comfortable,’ the doctor warned Sébastien. ‘I need you to get some hot water, and then to ring the nurse.’ Dragging a piece of paper from his crumpled jacket, he handed it over. ‘Tell her to get her pretty little derrière over here tout de suite.’

And when Gellis had been cleaned up, the baby checked and washed, she stared down at the little miracle in her arms and gave a contented sigh. ‘He looks like you, don’t you think?’ she asked Sébastien softly as he came to sit beside her once more.

‘Gellis! He looks like a—’

‘Don’t say it,’ she warned.

‘But he does!’

‘He has your nose,’ she said decisively.

He smiled, glanced at the doctor. ‘The nurse will accompany us to the hospital? When the ambulance gets here,’ he added pointedly.

‘Hospital?’ the doctor asked blankly. ‘Why would you want to go to the hospital?’

‘Because we’ve just had a baby?’

‘A quite natural event, I assure you; women do it every day.’