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Looking down the long table, snuggly fit next to the warm hearth, you could not help but smile at the busy ruckus that occurred at every meal time. Every squeal and shout that came was music to your ears. The pitter-patter of small feet chasing around your skirts as you corralled everyone to their proper place was something you would never tire of. You counted heads before dishing up plates, one hand pressed firmly on the small of your back, the other gently rubbing your huge belly in an attempt to soothe the strained pain coming from it. You were unconcerned about the pain, it was nothing you had not experienced before. In fact, this was the one thing you were perhaps best at in the entire world, birthing babies. It had started when Joshua Winthrop walked into the country store you worked at on Center Street of your little town. You had seen him before, your store was the closest means for supplies to his farm located far into the country side. He, like a number of other farmers in