Chapter 17 THE WATERFALL

Peeking around the midwife’s door, Daniel smiled at Rosemary as she turned her head on the white down pillow to face him. “May I come in?”

She motioned with her hand and nodded with her sweet face. “Please. She was just starting.”

Daniel eased back in the chair beside the bed Rosemary laid on, then placed her hand in his as the old midwife smiled at them. While she measured Rosemary’s abdomen with the long, metered ribbon, the kindly, plump midwife clicked her tongue. “Now, Rosemary, you’re far too thin for someone at your term.”

Blowing a stray hair from her face, Rosemary nodded in agreement. “I know that. The morning sickness is just brutal; I can barely eat at all now.”

The midwife took her hand from Daniel, then pinched the skin on the back of her hands and twisted her lips as she shook her head with thick disapproval. “This won’t do, Rosemary. You must force yourself to drink at least, or I’m going to confine you to bed right where you lay for the rest of your pregnancy.”