“ ’Twas before the evening meal and they’ve gotten closer together since.”
“ ’Tis hard to say how long you’ll labor with the child,” Keeley said as she rose. “Sometimes ’tis not overlong at all, but other times ’tis as if the child is determined to make the world wait.”
Mairin laughed. “I’ll hope for the former.”
Her laughter died and a groan escaped her lips. She bent forward and gripped her middle as her face creased with pain.
Ewan bent over her immediately, his hands flying over her body. “Mairin, are you all right? Is it overly painful?” Then he yanked his gaze to Keeley. “What can I do? How can I help her?”
’Twas obvious to Keeley that the laird was going to drive them all daft if he remained. She laid a hand on Mairin’s arm as she rose and said, “I’ll return in just a moment.”
She hurried out to the hall where she met with Gannon. “I need you to fetch Caelen or Alaric. Tell them to come for the laird and take him belowstairs. Give him some ale or something to soothe his nerves.”
Gannon chuckled. “In other words, get him out of your and Lady McCabe’s hair.”
Keeley smiled. “Exactly. I’ll summon him when ’tis time for the babe to be born.”
As Gannon disappeared, Keeley returned to Mairin and had barely sat down when Maddie and Christina bustled in with the items Keeley had requested. Mairin looked extremely relieved to see the other women, and some of the tension fled from her face.
“By the looks of things, you have a while yet, lass,” Maddie said to Mairin.
Mairin scowled.
Ewan had a faint lost look as he gazed around at all the women. It was obvious he was torn between fleeing for his life and remaining as a support to his wife. He was saved from making a decision when Caelen and Alaric arrived.
There was a brief argument before Mairin shooed Ewan and told him to leave her in peace. Caelen and Alaric each took an arm and all but hauled Ewan from the chamber.
At the doorway, Alaric stopped and glanced back at Keeley. His lips lifted in a half smile and she made herself do the same. Then the three brothers disappeared. Gannon stuck his head in and bowed his head in Mairin’s direction.
“If you have need of anything, I’ll be outside the chamber door.”
Mairin smiled. “Thank you, Gannon.” Then her face promptly spasmed in pain and she issued a grunt as Gannon backed hastily out.
“Ah now, that’s better,” Maddie proclaimed with a satisfied smile. “The birthing chamber is no place for a man. They’re such babies when it comes to a woman’s pain.”
Christina chuckled and Mairin nodded her agreement.
“Ewan wants to be here. ’Tis important to him,” Mairin said softly.
“I’ll make sure he’s here. I told Gannon to tell the others not to let him drink overmuch,” Keeley teased. “You have a ways yet. ’Tis best if you’re comfortable and have as little stress as possible.”
For a few hours the women talked and jested with Mairin. They soothed her through her pains, wiped her brow, and offered her comfort.
“Jesu, ’tis hot in here,” Mairin complained as Christina wiped the sweat from her brow for the tenth time.
“ ’Tis actually quite chilly,” Maddie pointed out. “You’ll not want the babe chilled when he’s pushed from the warmth of his mother.”
“I think ’tis time to remove your gown and have you lie down,” Keeley said. “Your pains are coming close and I’ll need to check to make sure the babe’s positioned correctly.”
“And if he isn’t?” Mairin asked anxiously.
“ ’Tis naught for you to worry over,” Keeley soothed.
They helped Mairin to undress and then made her comfortable on clean linens. Mairin was a slight lass, but her hips weren’t narrow, much to Keeley’s relief. If the babe wasn’t overlarge, she shouldn’t have difficulty with the birthing.
A half hour later, the pains were nearly constant and Keeley looked up from her position between Mairin’s legs. “Go fetch the laird,” she said quietly. “ ’Tis nearly time.”
Christina’s eyes widened. “I’ll go,” she blurted, and was out the door before Maddie or Keeley could respond.
Not even a minute later, the laird burst into the room, his gaze fastened on Mairin. He knelt by the bed and gathered her hand in his.
“Are you all right, sweeting?” he asked anxiously. “Does it hurt overmuch?”
“Nay, not at all,” Mairin said through gritted teeth. “It hurts like the fires of hell!”
“I see the head!” Keeley exclaimed. “With your next pain, I want you to take in your breath, hold it, and then push. Not too hard, just a steady, firm push.”
Mairin nodded and gripped Ewan’s hand harder.
“Oh!” Mairin began.
“Aye, that’s it,” Keeley encouraged.
When Mairin’s breath escaped and she deflated against the bed, Keeley looked up. “Rest now and wait for the next. You’ll do the same thing all over again.”
“ ’Tis insane,” Ewan muttered. “Why isn’t the babe here yet?”
Maddie rolled her eyes. “Just like a man. He shows up and expects all to be done.”
For the next several minutes, Mairin and Keeley worked together. She breathed when Keeley told her and pushed when instructed. The head eased forward and slipped into Keeley’s waiting hands.
“This is it, Mairin!” Keeley said excitedly. “One more push and ’twill be done.”