Every time Ross hears another hiss of pain, it makes him clench his fist in his lap. He should be with her already, he thinks, never mind that he'd had work or it's a fortnight before her due date or he couldn't have predicted that his wife would venture off on her own to a cemetery, of all place. When it comes to Demelza, what Ross knows with certainty is only that she's unpredictable. Telling her to do something is often met with her decision to do the complete opposite and in the past, that's caused more trouble than Ross thinks her actions had been worth, but in the end, it's her passion and strong will that'd attracted him to her in the first place. She's unlike any other woman he's ever known, and he loves her so deeply, even when they're furious at each other for some such thing they're not likely to care much about once they've forgiven each other.
There's nothing to be angry about now, not even the fact that she'd gone so far from home as pregnant as she is. Ross can't fault her for having a heart, though that compassion had cost them dearly once, and there's nothing left for him to do but make sure that in these moments they're forced to be apart, he gives her at least some small comfort.
"We'll find her later," Ross promises, though he can't be certain they will. There's no knowing if Demelza will ever see that woman again, in fact, even if she does go back to the cemetery looking for her. "We'll give her proper thanks, and we'll bring both our girls with us. Because it doesn't matter, Demelza, I'll be happy with a son or a daughter, I will love this child of ours as dearly as I love you and Julia." He already does, has so much love for this little boy or girl he's yet to meet, is so protective already, so eager to hold their baby in his arms for the first time.
"And whether or not you like the ambulance has no bearing," he scolds lightly, "they're there to help you so you'll listen to everything they say." Easier said than done, he muses, but that can't be helped. He pauses, asking the driver how much longer to the hospital, and is rewarded in kind with a satisfactory response. "I'm almost there, Demelza, I'll likely make it to the hospital first so I'll be there to greet you."
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There's nothing to be angry about now, not even the fact that she'd gone so far from home as pregnant as she is. Ross can't fault her for having a heart, though that compassion had cost them dearly once, and there's nothing left for him to do but make sure that in these moments they're forced to be apart, he gives her at least some small comfort.
"We'll find her later," Ross promises, though he can't be certain they will. There's no knowing if Demelza will ever see that woman again, in fact, even if she does go back to the cemetery looking for her. "We'll give her proper thanks, and we'll bring both our girls with us. Because it doesn't matter, Demelza, I'll be happy with a son or a daughter, I will love this child of ours as dearly as I love you and Julia." He already does, has so much love for this little boy or girl he's yet to meet, is so protective already, so eager to hold their baby in his arms for the first time.
"And whether or not you like the ambulance has no bearing," he scolds lightly, "they're there to help you so you'll listen to everything they say." Easier said than done, he muses, but that can't be helped. He pauses, asking the driver how much longer to the hospital, and is rewarded in kind with a satisfactory response. "I'm almost there, Demelza, I'll likely make it to the hospital first so I'll be there to greet you."