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Post by ROSPIERRE ST JUSTE on Jan 31, 2012 1:04:59 GMT -5
He served himself some more wine as he was not nearly drunk to get things started. A lavished party was present and he was enjoying himself imensly. the sense of being in such power brought him memories of when he was young. Plus the drink was making him feel like he was a new person. Not the old fool who was in his Sunday best every day. The fool who had to be careful of his family, and who he talked to.
But now his life was different, and he was a different man. who would have thought that a woman could do that. But yet it had happened. Just like everything,m he was now a father to be and whatever it was that was going to be brought on his head. It better fulfill him and welcome him. Rather than destroy him. He now had a lot on his head, his family expected so much of him and he was terribly cold to Veronique for some time.
But he was a man who never truly told anything other then what he felt was right. But today, today he was feeling something else. He could not really explain it. It was as if his whole world was falling into one simple line. One simple detail which changed everything and which made things better. It was like something special was about to happen, but he could not understand when or why.
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Post by VERONIQUE ST JUSTE on Jan 31, 2012 1:26:24 GMT -5
Some new party was being thrown at the family chateau and she did not know why this time. Since the day they got married all hew new life had been about was producing and heir. And now here she was 8 months’ pregnant and wanting more to be in bed resting and relaxing but not Rospierre had thrown another part and she had to place on her smile and plat the hostess part. She sat there on a nice comfy chair under the shade of a tree watching her husband drink and drink and drink some more. She had become rather shocked at the fact he was ignoring how many glasses of wine he had thrown down. This was not the way people of their stature acted but she did not want to get up and talk to him Veronique was sitting there to avoid her in laws who had become more and more of pains in her backside.
Her mother in law had made is so known that this child better be a boy or else there will be consequences and right now she didn’t feel good. All day her back and stomach had felt like tiny little stabbings going through her but she didn’t tell anyone. But feeling the urge once more to use the privy she got up slowly out of the bed and as she did there was such a pain that wrapped around her body that Veronique gripped the chair hard and almost doubled over in pain. She started to walk over to her husband feeling something was wrong and not right she took a hold of is sleeve and started to yank on it. “Ross sweetie my love I need you please. It is the baby I think it is my time.”she told him with one hand on him and the other resting on her large belly.
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Post by ROSPIERRE ST JUSTE on Feb 1, 2012 2:22:43 GMT -5
He stared at the woman who was in front of him. He was very very drunk, because he saw her now as a double. But when she spoke that her water had broke, and that the baby was coming he giggled and started to shake his head. "Your funny Veronique" he said and patted her head as he was not sure if it was true. Though her face did show a lot of emotion behind it. He was curious if she was not just lying because she needed company. Turning around, he extended his glass out so that wine could be served more to him.
His eyes looking around at his guest as he wondered what would they think if he suddenly came out that his wife was going to go into labor any minute now. No he could not say anything. His mother would pester the poor woman and he would not get the end of it if he actually did not do something right now. When he saw one of his waiters serve his wine, he sighed. " Your not being serious are you" he asked and sighed as he wondered if she was joking or if this was true.
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Post by VERONIQUE ST JUSTE on Feb 1, 2012 3:18:28 GMT -5
Her eyes sort of glared at Rospierre as he patted her on the head like she was one of his hunting dogs. Veronique reached up and smacked her husbands hand away as she shook her head. He was so drunk she was shocked he could still stand and dear lord if his parents saw this they would well she would prefer not to see his parents really. How could he think she was joking this pregnancy was important to her and well his behavior was making her mad. When he once again questioned what she was saying Veronique walked around and grabbed the wine glass from her husband and dumped it onto a plant. She was going to cut him off right now even if she wasn’t going into labor Rospierre had too much at that point.
”Do I look like im im im…”she stopped as that feeling of pain once again seem to run right across her stomach. She grabbed at her husbands arm and began to step back a little as if one looked there was a small wet spot like a small puddle where she stood as Veronique looked at the floor and then her husband. A slight look of panic started to come across her face as no it was too son she still had more time the physician told her. And now her husband was drunk how on earth could this be happening not now not like this. She grabbed is arm with both her hands as she shook it. No words came out of her mouth just a whimper.
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Post by ROSPIERRE ST JUSTE on Feb 12, 2012 0:39:58 GMT -5
Rospierre had ignored pretty much his wife this whole time. But when he looked down at her puddle of water, he gasped and started to grab Veroniques hand and started to sigh and then sigh again. He was loosing his mind. But yet when he picked up, and started to walk with Veronique inside the manor. His butler and the midwife already taking her hand as she saw two more midwives that he had hired come in as he walked with them towards his rooms on the lower level .He really did not know the simple process .
But when he saw the door close. He sighed as he started to rub his neck and step back. He needed to get back to his guest, it would be rude of him if he did not. But yet, he wondered if he should go in there. When he changed his mind, he went inside and walked over towards her side as he sighed. “Give me your hand.” He said to Veronique and hoped that she would not be scared. But yet he wsa scared, birth I nn this day and age was dangerous and he knew that there might be a possibility that his wife could die.
But yet at the same time, he was not to worried because she was strong just like he was. He only needed to see her best effort. Also he was glad he did not say anything to his parents or they would be freaking out. He hated their simple reactions, and their ways of expressing what was right and what was wrong. The preassure to have a boy was over, and he was glad about that.
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Post by VERONIQUE ST JUSTE on Feb 12, 2012 0:57:06 GMT -5
She was about to walk off and start the process alone but when her husband took her by the hand and started to lead her inside to one of the lower rooms that had been turned into a bedroom for the birth well she tried to smile despite the pains starting despite the face she was about to become a mother. Once in the room and the doors shut the midwives yes all three of them started to quickly undress Veronique and then helped her on with a nightgown as she got into the bed. The ladies were putting many towels under her as Rospierre came into the room and sat by her side and held her hand once more. Now this mother to be began to worry as the pressure to birth a boy started to grow in her head. This entire time her in-laws had been all over her about she must deliver a boy a male child is a must.
Outside the room the music from the party could be heard as the ladies then opened the French doors pulled the shutters shut then shut the door and pulled the curtains making the room darker. Candles were now lighting the room s she turned and looked at her husband. “I am so scared right now. It is too early Ross this pregnancy has been so hard on me im worried bout birthing im scared of what could go wrong.” Veronique said to him as she winced feeling the pain of a contraction coming on. This one more intense and more felt then the previous ones. Everything since her bleeding had stopped was leading up to this. The custom nursery had been built the best things they could find had been placed inside now within a few hours another addition to their family would be here.
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Post by ROSPIERRE ST JUSTE on Feb 29, 2012 2:25:43 GMT -5
He started to see the windows locked in, the crosses put in their places according to where they went. Well well, had this moment really come. Or was he dreaming, when he saw the nurse maids help his wife he stayed in the shadows. Sit at a far corner as everything was very dark. He could not see her, and she could not see him.The only candle that was in the room . No he was not going to hold her hand, but in this private quarters who would know. Then the bustle of the crowd , his parents voices, and everyone else s surrounded outside as he sighed and tried to stay calm.
He wanted to stay calm,he really wanted to. But right now, he knew that he was in the thin line between desperation. Heck Veronique did not know he was a compulsive smoker. Filling his pipe, he started to puff a few tugs from his pipe and started to stare at the woman. The smoke he hoped not noticed by her keen eyes as he knew that he had many things swirling. " If it was a girl, he would promise her. If it was a boy well that would be different, but what was it. That was the big question.
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Post by VERONIQUE ST JUSTE on Feb 29, 2012 3:39:41 GMT -5
Her eyes darted around the room as Veronique laid there in the bed and tried to remain calm knowing there was a growing crowd outside who figured out what was going on. So much she wanted her husband by her side she wished Rospierre had stayed but he had walked across the room no doubt to watch her. The cool cloth placed on her forehead made the poor mother to be feel a little better as the maids propped her up with more pillow and one of them mentioned pushing. Squinting her eyes she tried looking for her husband but Veronique’s concentration was stolen by a painful contraction that felt like a knife being dragged across her stomach. “Ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh maaahhhhhhhhh.”she yelled bearing down and giving it all she had for this first push. Oh boy that one hurt and as happy as she was there was one fear filling her mind and that was what was going to happen if it was a girl? The contractions kept coming and Veronique each time was helped up by a nursemaid as she winced and cried gripping the sheets so hard she thought she was going to rip them. After pushing for about almost an hour Veronique sat back soaked with sweat her hair sticking to her face as she was panting for breath.”I cant do this I cant do this it is too much.”she said trying to remain calm as she started to panic and get scared. As much as she was in this room with people Veronique felt so alone as all she wanted was her husband. “Ross Ross please I need you.”she begged wanting him to come closer. “ My lady please you must push I can see the baby’s head but it is still inside of you.”she nurse told her as another patted her brow with a cold cloth trying to help her relax. Walking over to Ross one of the maids smiled.”She is having a rough time mostly because this is her first and your wife is so small.”she told him
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