“Of course I will,” she replied without a second of thought.
An emotional Ursula scared Elladora more than she cared to admit. It wasn’t so much the tears, or the histrionics which were admittedly at a minimum at the moment, but rather it was the feeling that unfurled within her, growing stronger each time Ursula held her hand like this and implored something of her that came straight from the younger witch’s heart. She had never been able to resist Ursula when she cried, foolish though that was, and she held tight to Ursula’s cold hand, shifting forward on the bed and urging Ursula to sit up so she could look her properly in the eye.
Placing both her hand on Ursula’s damp shoulders she squeezed gently to make sure she had her attention and spoke with insistence when she said: “No midwife in the country will keep me out of that room, I promise you. And I will insist upon you being the priority. Surely you know by now that I would choose you over an infant? Or the sensitivity of a midwife.” Or over everybody barring Sirius and Evalina.
Phineas wouldn’t choose any of them. Not the baby, not his sister, and not his wife if he could come out of the whole thing without being too bothered by anyone about the decision. It was a hard fact and one Elladora had long accepted but she had never before realised that Ursula might be labouring under the illusion that Phineas truly cared for her: he was a cold fish, even Ella felt that about him and she was far from warm, but she had never needed anything from him other than respect, which she had. If Ursula had truly wished for love from him then she had been sorely disappointed but Ella had always took it to simply be a fact of their marriage: Eva didn’t look to her husband for love and she didn’t seem to miss the affections of the marital bed.
Then again, Eva had her for that and Ursula did not.
fabulous set by Lady <3