Heavily pregnant Isabella sat down on her favourite spot. The beautiful, comfortable window seat gave her the opportunity to look out over their little pasture of land and towards the nearby forest she so adored to take a walk in.
But today she didn't want to go for a walk.
Today she didn't even want to go out.
Rain was literally streaming down from the heavens in thick torrents. She could barely see anything in front of the windows and she felt cold even though the heater just underneath her bum was already working and giving the room a cosy warmth.
Isabella shivered and pouted.
»Jo … I'm so cold,« she told her husband.
Jonathan smiled and grabbed the throw from the sofa. He walked over towards his wife, dropped a gentle kiss on her lips while wrapping her up in the knitted blanket.
The young woman sighed and curled up underneath the blanket and against her husbands side.
A little while later she started to drift off to sleep. In her last waking moment she mumbled a soft ›finally‹.