From Shadow War in Crete...
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Mrs. Schmidt, but the baby… did not survive. He was a boy, stillborn. I had another delivery at the same time, a Cesarean section, so your husband delivered him. Of course he's well qualified and wanted to do it. My nurse Gerta assisted him."
Amelia felt as if she'd been embalmed. She stared at the doctor, corpse-like.
"Are you all right, Mrs. Schmidt? Speak to me." The doctor patted her face.
Amelia's color slowly reappeared on her face, changing from white, to pink, to bright red. "You're wrong." She shouted. "No, Doctor Cook. There's been some mistake. I felt him kicking in here." She punched her stomach.
"Mrs. Schmidt, try to calm yourself…there's been no mistake. There wasn't anything anyone could do. Johann is scrubbing. He'll be here in a minute. He'll tell you. Don't take it so hard. You're fine, and you can have another."
"What do you mean I can have another? Am I a baby factory? All I have to do is wave some magic wand and whoosh, instantly I'm pregnant and I can push them right out every nine months? Do you think another baby will replace this one? I carried him nine months inside me. He was my flesh, my blood and my soul. He was my Beau. I would have called him Haralambo, Beau, for short. I want to see my husband. I want to see him right now. Let him tell me. I don't believe you! I don't believe any of you!"
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