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Summary of Events:
Rowynna and Della headed home from Fernie; during the train ride Rowynna discovered that Parker's Uncle Garfield was exactly twice her age, which disappointed her because she'd thought him handsome. Parker was wishing he could've spent the night with Della when he was drawn out of bed by a twig cracking; he discovered Osborne trying to sneak into the NWMP encampment and had a standoff with him, being shot three times before his fellow officers ended up scaring Osborne away. Rowynna was cooking some breakfast when Tolbert arrived and informed her that Lorena was giving birth; Rowynna stood with Tolbert's uncle in the store until the doctor had left and Rowynna was given permission to see the baby . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
Quickly Rowynna hurried upstairs and was admitted by a relieved Tolbert, who looked to be glowing with joy at the fact that he was a father, into the bedroom where a weary Lorena lay, cradling a little bundle in her arms.
Rowynna hurried over and looked. Like both parents, the baby had a head full of dark hair, it was thick and looked like silken fringe. The tiny little eyes were closed, the nose was hardly as large as Rowynna’s forefinger tip, and the little mouth looked slightly pouting.
Although Rowynna wanted to stroke the hair, she didn’t dare touch the baby, she just gazed at the baby in admiration of how tiny and finely detailed the adorable infant was.
“Would you like to hold her?” Lorena asked.
“Oh,” Rowynna replied, feeling breathless with surprise. “Could I?”
Lorena placed the tiny child into Rowynna’s arms. Her new little niece hardly weighed a thing, or, at least, it certainly felt that way to Rowynna. Compared to the weight of the latest of her nieces and nephews to be born there was hardly anything to the baby at all.
Of course, the main difference was that little Valeria — Wayland and Valeria’s second daughter — was now eight months old, not fresh out of the womb and tiny like her newest little cousin was.
“Do you know what you’re going to call her yet?” Rowynna asked.
“No,” Lorena replied. “With how close she’s arrived to the wedding we might wait until after the wedding to give her a name.”
Rowynna nodded, continuing to gaze in awe at the tiny little life that had just begun, sound asleep in her arms.
She wondered — but figured she wouldn’t ask, seeing as Lorena had already told her that she and Tolbert hadn’t decided on a name for their daughter yet — if they were going to do as Bertram, Felicia, and Wayland had and name her in honour of grandparents, or if they were going to be like Linwood and pick rather random names.
Both Bertram and Felicia had a son named Bertram, Wayland had a daughter named Nettie, and aside from Wayland himself — as he had no sons — they all had children named after both parents: Bertram the third, Gretchen, Webster the fourth, Felicia, and Valeria.
Bertram and Gretchen also had a son named after Gretchen’s father, Lionel, and it seemed to Rowynna that their next daughter would be named either Nettie or the same as Gretchen’s mother.
For Tolbert and Lorena they not only could name sons Bertram and Tolbert, but Fitzhugh, which was Tolbert’s father’s name. For daughters they had Nettie, Lorena, and Gertrude.
Whether the little girl was named after any parents, grandparents, or even great-grandparents — much less named after any relatives whatsoever — remained to be known, and it might well remain to be known until after the wedding unless Tolbert and Lorena informed her, particularly, beforehand.
For now, the little girl lay slumbering peacefully in Rowynna’s arms, her tiny form awe-inspiringly beautiful in its tininess and detail.
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