Not the moment, not the place

Lucien didn’t like the way the cramps sounded, he also didn’t like seeing the woman he loved in pain, but there was little that he could do about that beyond be there for her and be morally and emotionally supportive.

Well, we should get to the healers, or doctors, or, somewhere He followed Maeve as she went to the door, and nearly walked into the back of her when she couldn’t get it open. He backed up a step. He tried to stay calm. Here, let me try. Not that Maeve wasn’t strong enough, but he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. He tried, and pushed and pulled, and nothing. The door was good and jammed. He turned back to Maeve.

Think anyone would hear us if we pound and yell? Suddenly a thought came to him, if she was in labour, and they couldn’t get out, and no one else could get in, then that meant she was going to have the baby right there with him being the only one that could help. His face suddenly went as white as a ghost.