Of all the people to come running, it was the priest... A man who was not qualified to help with birthing babies... But she could not be more grateful in that moment. "My waters have broken," she wheezed out and pointed to the front of her skirt, the back being muddy from her tumble. She was about to say more when the pain came again. The young woman braced her hands on the house and she squatted to try and alleviate the pain. She sobbed with both fear and the pain of it radiating through her. "Oh, but it hurts so bad," she whimpered, white knuckled.

Sweat poured from her forehead already, she managed to grab the latch to her door and pushed it open with a flop against the wall, grabbed her belly and stumbled inside, only to end up on her butt. She already had the urge to push, there was an odd sensation of immense pressure. She remembered from nursing what that was and blurted out, "Forgive me," and hoisted her skirts over her knees so she could feel. It was with alarm that she felt the crown of the head. "It's coming now, I can't make it to the be-heh-heh-heh-hed." Her teeth chattered and her body seemed to shudder.