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With a prayer in his heart that Sean and family would join him soon, Patrick said goodbye to his family two days after the new year.
When February arrived and her due date was still two weeks away, Charlie became discouraged. She was so big and uncomfortable that it felt as if she would be pregnant forever. She was poised to tell Sean just that when the first contraction hit. Charlies startled gaze flew to Sean, who was already dressed for church and reading his Bible. He did not immediately notice her distress. She gasped softly as the pain eased, causing Sean to look her way.
The baby? Seans voice was instantly urgent when he saw his wifes horrified face.
I think so, Charlie said breathlessly.
Sean was out the door and down the stairs to alert his sister before Charlie could make a move. Upon entering the bedroom moments later, Kate hardly had to question Charlie before telling her to put her nightgown on and get back into bed.
Rigg took the girls and went for his mother. On the way home he stopped to let Dr. Grade know that Charlies labor had begun. She was in the midst of another contraction when May Taylor walked in. Mays countenance was calm, and Charlie found her voice very soothing in the midst of her agony.
Hours passed. Thinking he would burst if he had to watch his wifes suffering for one more moment, Sean was in and out of the room often. He almost wished she would cry out or rail at him, but she bore her pain silently.
The sun was setting when Dr. Grade came for the last time. He told Charlie her delivery would happen any minute, and in less than five, a tiny baby boy slid into his waiting hands.
The room buzzed with activity, and Charlie heard someone calling down the stairs that it was a boy, but beyond that she heard and saw nothing. Her eyes were locked on the tiny, howling infant that was being wrapped in a dry sheet and placed in the crook of her arm.
She ached from head to foot, but at the moment nothing mattered save her baby. She began to croon softly to him and watched in fascination as he stopped crying and turned his face toward hers. The room emptied of everyone but Sean before Charlie looked away from the little boy who had captured her heart with just one glance.
Isnt he beautiful? Charlie breathed softly as she held Seans eyes with her own.
Seans smile was infinitely tender, but he was actually thinking that their little son was as funny-looking at birth as Gretchen and Molly had been. He sensed immediately that he should keep this particular comment to himself.
What are we going to call him? Sean chose a safe subject.
Ricky, Charlie answered softly.
Ricky?
Thats right. Its short for Patrick Sean Donovan IV.