Not the moment, not the place

Lucien, overwhelmed but determined, began to scurry around the room in search of linens. I'm here, Maeve, he called out, trying to reassure her as he gathered what he could. Despite the chaos, he was doing his best to follow Rosalie's instructions. He laid out the linens on the floor, trying to make a comfortable space for the impending birth. Alright, I’ve got fabric, I hope old drapes will do. What's next, Rosalie? As he talked he worked at getting Maeve situated on the drapes and in as comfortable position as possible.