An Inconvenient Trilogy Part 46

"Get Miss Fairfield, tell her it's the baby," Laura gasped, the pain washing over her once more.

"Yes Miss!" came the response, as he turned and ran towards the house.

Laura remained in the position she was, since somehow asking for help had drained some of her resources and she had not the strength to move. It was taking everything she had to concentrate on breathing. It felt like hours before she saw the welcome figures of Charles and Martha running over the lawned area, with the under gardener leading the way. They all arrived breathless, but Martha crouched down in front of Laura.

"Laura, what's wrong?" she asked, feeling Laura's heated forehead with her hand.

"The baby...," Laura gasped, "But it's too early, it's three weeks too early," she sobbed.

"They come when they're ready," Martha said, in her calm matter-of-fact way. She stood immediately and moved to Laura's side. "Charles, we need to get her to her bed chamber immediately. Benjamin, tell Mr Smithson, we need the midwife for Miss Atkinson."

Benjamin ran off again immediately, his eyes round with the excitement of the day, while Charles took Laura's other side. Together the pair lifted Laura and half supported her, half dragged her back to the house.

Laura kept muttering as they walked, all that was coherent was "The baby."

As Martha walked, she rea.s.sured Laura. "Don't worry, Lady Dunham's baby arrived early and she was fine. They have their own time, don't worry, we will soon have you inside." Martha kept her voice level and soothing, she was fully aware that Laura was frightened, just as Lady Dunham had been.

Laura was led into the hallway of the house and visibly relaxed. So much had been running through her mind, one thing being that she might have the child out of doors. Once inside, she knew it would not be long before she was safe in her bedchamber.

Smithson, hovered near the doorway, offering to take over from Martha, in supporting Laura. Martha moved to allow the butler to help, but Laura protested.

"No," she gasped, gripping tight to Martha's arm. "He needs to find Alfred. I need Alfred."

There was no surprise betrayed by the two gentlemen in the hallway. Martha accepted Laura's words, but instead of turning to Smithson, she turned to Charles.

"Charles, Mr Smithson can help me with Laura. Please find Alfred, he left the house with Laura, so I am presuming that he is still outside," Martha said calmly.

"He was angry," Laura gasped.

"Shh, don't worry, he will soon be found." Martha soothed, not wanting Laura to air her troubles in public.

Charles nodded and left the room, while Laura was carefully, but firmly helped to her room. Charles walked to the stables, if Alfred had gone off in a temper, it was likely he would not be in the formal gardens. Alfred in a temper, Charles mused as he walked. What complicated lives the temporary residents of Home Farm seemed to lead. The ever calm Alfred losing his temper he could barely imagine, but whatever had happened, it was obviously important to Laura that he return.

Chapter 16.

Alfred paced the dining room for the thousandth time. "How long do these things take?" he demanded of Charles, who was sat trying to offer comfort in his own quiet way.

"I've little more experience than you, I'm afraid," Charles said apologetically. "I don't think one can tell how long it will be."

"But it's been hours!" Alfred said, once again walking towards the window, resting his hand on the frame, before turning back and walking to the fireplace and then to the dining room door.

Charles watched the young man before him. He was acting almost identically to the way Lord Dunham had behaved when his wife had been giving birth. It was obvious that Alfred and Laura had feelings for each other, a blind man could have seen the regard they shared, but he wondered about the child. Charles shook himself, it was not his business to wonder and if Martha was in the same position, he would like as not be acting in the same way. The thought of Martha being heavy with another man's child was enough to stop Charles dwelling and scowl into the fire.

The door opened and both men spun their heads, expecting to see Martha in the doorway. Instead Smithson entered, "Mr Anderton, Mr Peters, Lord and Lady Halkyn have arrived."

The newcomers entered the room, looking like the newlyweds they were. Happiness seemed to glow around them and they held each other's arm, as if they could not bear to let go of one another. Their blonde heads leaning towards each other, not quite ready to allow the rest of the world into the one they had created.

"Lord Halkyn," Charles said, bowing to the Lord and Lady. "We were not expecting you."

"No, we only returned to London a sen'night ago. Walter told us about your visit Mr Peters, and there was a letter waiting for me from Dunham, gloating that he had helped because of my dallying on our wedding tour. Lady Halkyn insisted we leave the following morning," Lord Halkyn replied, with an indulgent look at his bride.

"I needed to make sure Laura was well," Lady Halkyn explained, a flush on her cheeks. She was a beautiful young woman, and at first glance it would be presumed that her looks had attracted Lord Halkyn, when in reality it had been her spirit and vulnerability. "Where is she?"

"Ah, she's a little unavailable at the moment," Charles said, himself a little embarra.s.sed, not used to talking of such things with a young lady.

"She is well?" Lady Halkyn asked, alarmed.

"She is currently delivering her baby and it is taking an age!" Alfred said through gritted teeth.

Lord Halkyn looked with surprise at the Bow Street Officer, but his attention was soon taken by his wife.

"With child? Oh my goodness me!" Lady Halkyn exclaimed. "I must go to her."

"Charlotte, I don't think...." Lord Halkyn started, ever the one wanting to protect his wife from anything he thought she would find distasteful.

"Don't worry," Charlotte smiled at her husband. "I shall be fine."

Charlotte left the room, to be guided to Laura's bed chamber by Smithson. Lord Halkyn turned to Alfred. "Right Peters, you had better tell me what's been going on. I leave you alone for five minutes, and you've obviously gone and got yourself into all kinds of trouble!"

Laura had never been so relieved that an event was over in her life, when she was finally handed the swaddled bundle that contained her daughter. The midwife remained until she was satisfied that everything was in order and then left, informing Martha and Lady Halkyn that she would visit on the morrow.

Laura was aware of conversations going on around her, but had no comprehension of their content. She was too engrossed in staring at her baby, her own child. The baby looked back at its mother, with a stare that seemed clear, before falling contentedly asleep, seemingly happy with her lot in life. Laura gently stroked the side of her face, marvelling in the softness of the skin and the feel of downy hair.

She looked up as the door opened, to realise that Charlotte was leaving the room and turned to Martha in question.

"Don't worry, she is only going to tell the gentlemen that mother and baby are well. She shall return shortly. I expect you'll have a lot to talk about," Martha said quietly, finishing off fixing the bed cover over the new mother.

"We will," Laura agreed. "I am so glad this is all over," she sighed and leaned back into the pillows. "I thought she would not survive being early. I have never felt such panic when the pains started and I realised what was happening."

"Well she looks strong enough to me," Martha said with a smile, leaning over to the child. "She is beautiful, have you thought of a name?"

"Frederica," Laura said, not quite meeting Martha's gaze.

"That is a lovely name," Martha said gently. "A variation of her father's name that will suit her, I'm sure."

Laura looked horrified at Martha, before her eyes filled with tears for the second time in a day. "You know?" she whispered.

"I guessed," Martha said. "I recognise the looks you give each other and when you said that you were sure when it had happened, I obviously don't know, but I had a suspicion that it was tied in with Alfred somehow. Does he know?"

"I told him today," Laura said with a sob. "I shouted it at him," she said with a half attempt at a laugh, which turned into a hiccup. "He won't ever believe me."

"Give him time," Martha said rea.s.suringly.

"No, he will never believe me," Laura said with conviction. "And if I'm being honest, I can't blame him. I'm not sure I'd believe me if I were in his position."

Laura would have taken comfort if she had known the way that Alfred had reacted during her labour and when he had been told of the safe arrival. He had sunk into a chair and only when he had been handed a large gla.s.s of brandy had he been able to recollect himself enough to join in the conversation that was going on around him.

During the first week after Laura's confinement, Alfred felt as if he had lost something. He had told Lord Halkyn everything that had happened to bring him to Home Farm and Lord Halkyn had a.s.sured him, in his own direct way that Laura was now his responsibility and he would make sure that she was settled somewhere safe and would be looked after. Alfred should have felt relief, and he did for Laura's sake, but it also left him feeling hollow inside. He could not scrutinise his feelings as to why, he just acknowledged that he felt lost.

He wrote to Mr Frost and informed him of the developments. He thought it only fair to let his employer know what was happening. He also asked when he would be expected to return. For some reason, the thought of returning to his old life was no longer as appealing. He dreaded receiving the letter he would likely soon receive from Mr Frost, with instructions on when he would be due back. There was nothing he could do about it, because he felt that it was his livelihood and something that he was good at, but he had seen something different and it had unsettled him and made him want more.

It would also mean leaving Laura and the baby and he was not happy about that either. Laura was the only person that he had any real feelings for and the thought of never seeing her again, made him feel sick. Laura had tried to get him to promise that they would stay in touch, but the reality was, that once he had returned to London and she had gone goodness knows where, they would probably never see each other again. Work and cost would prevent them, they did not have the freedom that a genteel person had.

The baby. That was another issue. He knew Laura did not lie, especially to him, they may have only known each other a short time, but they had confided everything to each other. He trusted her and yet her announcement had seemed so out of character. He had not believed her, he had been so angry with himself and her, but then, in the depths of the night, he had wondered if it could be true. He would toss and turn and then get angry with himself for believing something that was obviously not true, and continue to torture himself until falling into a disturbed sleep.

It was these unsettling thoughts that took him to Laura's bed chamber one morning. Lord and Lady Halkyn had not risen, and Charles and Martha were busy with their own duties. Alfred had waited until the maid had been in the room and then knocked quietly on the door. He heard Laura's m.u.f.fled voice and opened the door.

Alfred paused when he saw the look of surprise on Laura's face. "Alfred?" she asked in wonder, never having expected to see him again, let alone in her bed chamber.

"I wanted to see how you were," Alfred said gruffly, embarra.s.sed now that he had done it, knowing clearly how inappropriate it was to enter a woman's bed chamber, let alone one who was confined.

"Well you'd better come in then," Laura responded, hiding the surprise and delight at seeing him. She knew she would have to tread carefully if not to cause another argument.

Alfred entered, and closed the door behind him. "I can't stay long," he said.

"That's fine, it's just good to see another face," Laura said with a smile. "Charlotte and Martha are really kind, but unfortunately they can't stay all day."

"Are you being demanding?" Alfred asked with a grin, relaxing immediately with her.

"Of course," Laura responded, "Would you expect anything else?"

"No," Alfred admitted, sitting on a chair next to the bed. "How are you?"

"Bored," Laura said with a groan. "They tell me I have to stay here another week, but I think I will go insane before then," she explained.

"Like the outdoors now, do you? I thought we'd never get the city dweller out of you," Alfred teased.

"I hate being inside, just as much as you," Laura responded tartly, but then became serious. "I've missed our walks most of all."

"I have too," Alfred said honestly. "I am sorry for storming off and leaving you, if I'd have known the baby was going to arrive....." he apologised.

"I know, you would never have left me," Laura rea.s.sured him. "I didn't realise it myself until you were no longer in sight."

"It's probably because of me that she came early," Alfred said. That thought had haunted him, if anything would have happened to the baby, he was not sure he could have ever forgiven himself.

Laura reached over and took his hand, squeezing it. "As Martha said, they come when they are ready. I don't think you had any effect one way or another. I am sorry we argued though," she said, holding fast onto the rough hand, that she wanted to kiss, but could not for fear of him pulling away again.

"I am too," Alfred acknowledged. "What you said...."

"Don't let's talk about it now," Laura said. "I want to spend time with you were I am not afraid to say anything for fear you will walk away again. We have time in the future to talk about what I said," she could not risk him withdrawing from her again, he meant too much. She had pushed him too quickly, too far, and now she must take things slowly and tell him the truth a little at a time.

"Are you sure?" Alfred said, feeling relieved and disappointed at the same time.

"Yes, I want to hear what has been going on while I've been missing," Laura said, smiling.

They talked until Alfred decided that it was time he left. He had stayed for over an hour, far longer than he had antic.i.p.ated, or Laura had hoped for. Throughout the whole time, Laura had kept hold of his hand and Alfred only pulled it away, after he had placed a kiss on her fingers.

"Go to sleep," he instructed. "I can see I have tired you, rest now."

"Yes, master," Laura teased, but she snuggled into the pillows and pulled the cover up. "Will you return?"

"Yes, I shall see you tomorrow," Alfred said, before leaving Laura to dream of houses in the country with Alfred and Frederica waving at her from the window.

Chapter 17.

Charles was frustrated. He was not an unfeeling man and the arrival of Lord and Lady Halkyn meant that Laura would receive the support she deserved and which they all had been waiting for, but unfortunately for him, it meant more work. He did not mind that in principle, in fact it had been more like a holiday than work over the past few weeks, but more tasks to do in a day meant less time with Martha Fairfield, and that frustrated him.

He had planned to kiss her at every opportunity that presented itself, only with Lord and Lady Halkyn in the house, those opportunities were none existent. Martha spent her time between Lady Halkyn and Laura who was still confined and he spent his time with Lord Halkyn and Alfred. Only at the evening meal did they meet.

Martha looked more in control than ever. Charles could tell that she was more at ease now that there was no reason that she would find herself alone with him again. If he was a true gentleman he would leave her be and forget about her and what she meant to him, but in this matter he was not a gentleman, he was a man of business and he ached for Martha Fairfield.

Lord Halkyn had decided that Laura should stay in the area. That way, she would always have the support of Lord Dunham if she needed it. He had also decided in a name change.

"She should adopt Mrs Atkinson," Lord Halkyn said to Alfred and Charles one morning. "It will help create a background for her, a young widow moving to the north, to escape her grief."

"What about the staff here?" Alfred asked, not willing to examine why he did not like the term, Mrs attached to Laura's name.

"They are loyal to the Dunham's," Lord Halkyn said, "that was proven time and again when Elizabeth stayed here. There will be no issue with them."

"She will need a job," Charles said, "But she will struggle with the child."

"She has told Charlotte she has some money set aside and I will provide her with an income, she won't need to work if she chooses not to," Lord Halkyn said.

"It is not your responsibility to look after her," Alfred said, a little defensively.

Lord Halkyn, looked a.s.sessingly at the young man before him. He had always considered Alfred older than himself, when he had dealt with him previously, but he looked a lot younger now. He no longer bent slightly as he moved, almost as if he was ashamed of his height. He had filled out and was a healthy colour, hardly recognisable as the thin, drawn officer, who had attended his residence all those months ago.

Lord Halkyn had some sympathy with the young man, but he was also a man who was not used to indulging others, not until he had met his wife, at least. "And if not mine, whose is it?" he asked, with the raise of an eyebrow. "She saved my wife from goodness knows what, and directed her to me, and I shall be grateful to her until my dying day. So, yes, I do feel some responsibility for her, unless of course, you want to take over the role."

Alfred glowered at Lord Halkyn's mocking tone, which only amused the aristocrat even further. "I cannot support her, as you d.a.m.n well know."

Lord Halkyn laughed, "Well you could, but you obviously aren't prepared to, more fool you, so I shall continue with my plans." Lord Halkyn turned to Charles. "Please find a small cottage near here that would be suitable. I shall leave it to you to secure it. No doubt once it is secured my wife and Miss Fairfield will want to take a part in its furnishing, so just keep me informed and send me the bills," he said dismissively.