Dunford paused briefly when he reached Henry's bedroom door. What was he meant to do now? Was he supposed to go in? He stood there for a moment, a blank expression on his face, until Belle and Emma rounded the corner, both out of breath from running up the stairs after him.

"What are you waiting for?" Emma demanded.

"I can just go in there?" Dunford asked doubtfully.

"Well, you might want to knock first," Belle suggested.

"It won't be too...female?

Belle choked on a laugh. Emma took the initiative and knocked on the door. "There," she said firmly. "Now you have to go in."

The midwife opened the door, but Dunford didn't see her. He didn't see anything other than Henry—and the tiny bundle she held in her arms.

"Henry?" he breathed. "Are you all right?"

She smiled. "I'm perfect. Come sit with me."

Dunford crossed the room and perched next to her on the bed. "You're certain you're not ill? I heard you calling out quite vehemently for my demise."

Henry turned her head sideways and dropped a kiss on his shoulder. "I'd rather not endure childbirth every day, but I think it was worth it, don't you?" She held out the baby. "William Dunford, meet your daughter."

"A daughter?" he whispered. "A daughter. We have a girl?"

Henry nodded. "I checked very closely. She's definitely a girl."

"A girl," he repeated, unable to keep the wonder out of his voice. He gently pushed back the blanket so he could see her face. "She's beautiful."

"I think she looks like you."

"No, no, she definitely looks like you."

Henry looked down at the baby. "I think perhaps she looks like herself."

Dunford kissed his wife's cheek. And then he leaned down and ever so gently did the same to his new daughter.

"I hadn't considered a girl," Henry said. "I don't know why, but I was so certain it would be a boy. Perhaps it was because she kicked so very much."

Dunford kissed his daughter again, as if suddenly realizing how very pleasant that endeavor was.

"I really only thought about boys' names," Henry continued. "I hadn't thought about girls'."

Dunford smiled smugly. "I did."

"Did you?"

"Mmm-hmm. I know exactly what we're going to name her."

"Do you now? And do I get any say?"

"Not a bit."

"I see. Well, are you going to share this name with me?"

"Georgiana."

"Georgiana?!" Henry repeated. "Why, that's almost as bad as Henrietta!"

Dunford smiled lazily. "I know."

"We couldn't possibly burden her with such a name. When I think of what I've endured..."

"I couldn't imagine anything that would have suited you better, Henry." Dunford leaned down and kissed his daughter again. And then, for good measure, he kissed his wife. "And I don't see how someone like you could have a daughter named anything but Georgie."

"Georgie, eh?" Henry looked down at her daughter assessingly. "What if she wants to wear trousers?"

"What if she wants to wear dresses?"

Henry tilted her head to the side. "Point taken." She touched the baby's nose. "Well, little one, what do you think? It's your name, after all."

The baby gurgled happily.

Dunford reached to take the precious bundle. "May I?"

Henry smiled and released the baby into her father's arms.

He rocked her for a moment, testing the weight and feel of her, then leaned down, his lips finding her tiny ear. "Welcome to the world, little Georgie," he whispered. "I think you're going to like it here."



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