A Bride for Donnigan (22 page)

Kathleen nodded and made out her list while Donnigan went for the team.

It was early in the afternoon when Kathleen felt the first uncomfortable twinge. It only lasted for a few minutes and then it was gone. She dismissed it as some strange muscle spasm and went on with her baking.

When it was repeated a few minutes later, she felt some alarm.

“It can’t be the baby,” she told herself. “He isn’t due for three weeks yet.”

But in another fifteen minutes, Kathleen had another sharp pain. She looked at the clock, willing Donnigan home.

By the time he did arrive, Kathleen had been forced to take to her bed. Donnigan panicked.

“But you said it wasn’t to be until the end of November,” he reminded Kathleen.

Kathleen nodded mutely.

“It’s only the first part of November,” Donnigan said, staring at the calendar on the wall to confirm the fact.

Kathleen nodded again.

“Well—it can’t be time—now,” Donnigan concluded unreasonably.

“Babies sometimes do things their own way,” replied Kathleen, tears in her eyes. She had not planned to be on her own for this delivery, and the very thought of it was frightening.

“What can we do?” he asked her. “The storm has moved in and the doctor is miles away.”

“It’s too early,” moaned Kathleen again. She did wish that her baby would decide to wait until the proper time.

“I’ll go for help.”

“Go where?” cried Kathleen as another contraction seized her.

“I don’t know—but we need
someone.
”

Kathleen clung to his arm until the pain subsided.

“Don’t go,” she pleaded. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“But we need—” he began.

“Donnigan,” she said as calmly as she could manage. “You have helped the stock—many times.”

He looked shocked. “You are not stock,” he informed her.

“But babies are born the same way,” she argued. “Just—just use common sense. We can manage.”

In the end it was Donnigan who delivered his son, washed him, and placed him in his mother’s arms.

“Now I’m going for the doctor,” he informed his pale but happy wife.

“Whatever for?” asked Kathleen, puzzled.

“To make sure everything is all right,” he answered her.

“We’re fine. Look at him. He’s just perfect.”

Donnigan looked down at his newborn son. He did look fine. Just wonderful. He was tiny—being early—but he looked wiry and strong.

The fear gradually left Donnigan’s eyes—to be replaced with a look of thankfulness and pride. The baby and Kathleen seemed to have made it through the delivery in great form. He lifted a hand to brush his hair back off his glistening brow and took a deep breath.

“So what are you calling him?” he asked as he reached down and gently touched the tiny fingers with his large one.

“Sean,” beamed Kathleen. “This is Sean. It is just right for him, don’t you think?”

Donnigan nodded. The name sure wasn’t Frank or George. Donnigan hoped his son wouldn’t have to do too much fighting over it.

Kathleen’s days were now more than full. Sean was a contented baby, but there were the extra chores that a baby always brings. The laundry was the biggest job. Kathleen found it hard to get things dry in the winter. She would be glad when spring would begin to make its way over the surrounding hillsides and when she would hear the song of the first robin.

“Look at him! He’ll soon be off on his own,” boasted Donnigan as he walked his small son around the kitchen holding only to his fingers.

Kathleen smiled. “He will, and that’s the truth of it,” she agreed, her voice filled with love and her eyes sparkling with honest pride.

“He’s growing so fast,” said Donnigan.

Kathleen was silent for a minute. Then her head came up and she spoke with a twinkle in her voice. It was the first Donnigan had heard her thick brogue for many months. “Sure now, and he’d better, I’m thinking. He’s going to be a big brother to someone before he knows it.”

Donnigan stopped still.

“You’re serious?” he asked, watching her face closely.

“I’m serious,” she replied, her cheeks warm with the excitement of her news.

Donnigan swung his small son in the air and cheered. “You hear that, my boy?” he asked the baby as he held him above his head. “You are about to be a big brother.”

“Hold on,” Kathleen laughed. “It won’t be for months yet. As I have it figured, Sean will be fifteen months old.”

They knew the baby had no idea what the celebration was all about, but they danced around the kitchen with him anyway. Sean laughed at all the merrymaking.

Good news came from Erma. Kathleen cried when she read her little note.

“Oh, I do hope it all works out fine for her this time,” she said to Donnigan as she blew her nose. “It would be terrible if she lost another.”

Kathleen cast a glance at Sean who slept peacefully in the cradle in the corner. He had almost outgrown the bed already—but then it wouldn’t be too many months until he would need to pass the cradle on to another. Kathleen smiled to herself. She and Erma were due about the same time.

“How will you manage with two babies?” Donnigan asked one morning as Kathleen tried to prepare the porridge while Sean thumped his spoon nosily, calling for his breakfast.

Kathleen attempted a smile. “If they are all as good as that one, I’ll have no trouble,” she answered.

It was true. Sean had been a model baby. His temperament was such that he was almost always happy. Rarely was he impatient as he seemed to be at the moment.

“I’m late this morning, that’s all,” Kathleen went on to explain away her son’s behavior.

“Aren’t you feeling well?” asked Donnigan with concern.

Kathleen shook her head. “Just a little queasiness. It’ll pass.”

“But you weren’t that way at all with Sean,” reminded Donnigan. He had been expecting morning sickness, thinking that it went naturally with pregnancy and was surprised when Kathleen had shown no signs.

“It’s different—with different babies,” said Kathleen lightly. “I remember Madam. She was so sick with Bridget and not a bit with Charles, and then she was sick again with Edmund.”

Donnigan nodded, but he still felt nervous about this second baby coming so close to the first one.

Without a conscious decision on her part, Kathleen was indeed changing the little cabin, making it into a home.

Perhaps small Sean had a part in the shaping. Baby things now appeared. A small blanket here, a pile of soft garments there, a warm wrap on the rocking chair in the corner to bundle him in while he nursed.

But other things had slowly happened as well. Soft curtains covered the windows. A geranium bloomed in a pot on the kitchen table. Warm rugs were scattered upon the floor. Pictures now broke the bleakness of bare wood walls. And always there was the warm, inviting smell of something cooking or baking or brewing. Donnigan loved to open the door and be welcomed in.

“I’ll meet you back at the hotel,” Donnigan said as he passed young Sean to Kathleen and moved to tie the team.

Kathleen nodded and they went their separate ways—she to do her shopping and then take tea with Erma, and he to make some necessary purchases at the blacksmith shop.

Kathleen hurried through her errands. She was anxious to spend as much time with Erma as she could. Now that Erma was expecting another baby, Kathleen was not so reluctant to visit her with Sean.

Not that she boasted of her small son—but then, Kathleen did not need to boast. Erma—or anyone—could see for herself what a bright and pleasant baby he was.

Erma was making progress. Oh, she still grieved of the past. She still trembled when speaking of Lucas’s dark mood at the loss of their child—as though it had been her fault. She still wept on occasion over the little chest at the foot of her bed—but she also had her cheerier times. She had even smiled slightly on one or two occasions. Kathleen felt encouraged.

“Have you heard from your sis yet?” Erma asked as they sat sipping tea and watching Sean devour a tea biscuit.

“No. I’ve tried twice more to get a letter off to her—and they both came back again,” Kathleen said, her voice filled with despair.

“It’s a strange thing, it is,” observed Erma, her eyes shadowed.

“I can’t understand it at all. I can get my letters to the school headmistress, so the address I was given is correct. But they insist they have never heard of her.”