Fortunately she was spared from having to reply, Mr. Broadmoor taking care of that for her. While she was sure she may very well be scarring these men for life, she was grateful for the help.

Leaning heavily on Cleon, Elsie had to keep going, each contraction was a problem, but at least they had reached the corner. The other gentleman came up alongside her and she sighed softly. "I appreciate the offer, but I cannot." It certainly didn't seem like a good idea to have a mint while she was trying to breathe properly through the pain.

As another contraction took hold, she stopped, her free hand reaching out to the other man's arm, holding tight to keep herself upright. She breathed through it sharply, seeing their fenceposts down the lane, focusing on them like a sailor seeing land for the first time in a while. "It's just there." Mr. Broadmoor knew, at least she hoped.