Children.

Oh, what joy. And a pain to have, too. You'd thought that common knowledge, especially now; situated in a chair next to Lady Mary's bed, your sister holding your hand like the world was coming down and her life was at stake. You could hear her husband walking up, with another fellow servant, although you couldn't place exactly who - Mrs. Hughes was talking with Mr. Carson, the two slightly arguing about whether or not Anna could or could not have her baby now, which was quite silly. But you were snapped back to reality by another blood-curling scream. "I'm so tired-" Anna leaned back in the bed, hair all around her face.