#Chapter17
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./"
