"So you'd take her to the hospital?"

"I would've taken her an hour ago!"

Cora sighed, looking back over at Robert. It was tiring, seeing him refuse Doctor Clarkson's evident proof on how you wouldn't survive childbirth, but her husband was clearly hearing none of it, nor was Doctor Philip. "Lord Grantham, please take control!" He protested, Robert looking back at your husband and Cora. "Doctor Philip is certain he can get Katie and the baby well and healthy through the childbirth, isn't a certainty better than a doubt?!" He implored. And then there was a scream, and George could only wait.

And it was a success. You were healthy, the baby was healthy, and George could squeal and smile in delight as he held his new baby girl in his arms as you sat on the bed, Cora smiling as she admired the little girl. Mary and Edith were standing by, their eyes soft, Robert with a grin and Doctor Clarkson giving a deep sigh and smiling like the rest of them. "Well done, love." George squeezed your hand and kissed you on the cheek.