Augusta - Written 21 Nov. 2019
Greshamsbury, Barsetshire, ENG - 1834
Frank Newbold Gresham Sr. held up his second-born in his arms. His eyes held tears that he didn’t let fall.
“And her name, my love?”
Arabella looked up from her place against the pillow. Her skin glistened with the effort of labor but her face was proud. She moved to welcome her year-old son into her embrace. She dismissed Scatcherd, Frank’s wet-nurse, from the room and held her firstborn close.
Dr. Thorne allowed himself a small smile at the sight and left the room also.
Arabella sighed and leaned back against the pillow.
“Augusta, dear. Augusta.”