Dedicated to Americaread789 

Honestly as you guys know this is the last chapter forever (except for the sequel) and I'm so sorry for taking so long to update but you know high school. And also I really didn't want to write this part cause it could mean parting with Eleanor and Seth forever

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For Eleanor to be honest was an achievement but for Eleanor to be honest about being scared was another achievement entirely. Eleanor was scared scared of everything scared of being a mother scared of giving birth to twins who she didn't even know the gender of. But she knew it was today and she knew because of a motherly instinct or such. Eleanor knew if she were to give birth she only had a 50% chance to be able to survive and with twins there was more of a chance to die. but yet she felt like she wasn't gong to die. She felt as if she was going to live going to see her children grow but then again maybe she was wrong. but again maybe she was right.

And that's when the pain started. Pain so much more hurtful than death started in her lower abdomen and spread rapidly. and that's when she collapsed to the ground in a stunning display of colour and gracefulness. Basically like a typical Eleanor in a ball room.

The pain didn't go away, no it continued and if anything got so much worse. Nothing could have prepared her for the pain that came to her. Especially not the books she had read on mother hood, no they didn't help at all. And her aunt which was now her mother in law Eleanor realised would not give any information away. " I can't hep you dear its all different for every women and also its tradition not to tell your daughter what childbirth feels like." she said at least two weeks ago.

Eleanor's vision and hearing were fuzzy but she could just make out that she was in a pristine white room, definitely a hospital. She wondered who was there beside her, was it her aunt, or was it a doctor, or was it a Seth. She wished the pain would go away but it didn't. And then she heard the screaming in her ear and immediately recognised that it indeed was a Seth. And he was probably telling her something very important but Eleanor couldn't hear a thing. She assumed what he said wasn't important enough and probably wasn't going to kill the pain. And she fell back into a slumber not knowing that maybe if she tried to listen the pain could go away.

Her labour continued for at the very least 12 hours and eventually it came that she actually had to do something rater than pass out. Which of course meant that very soon her twins would be delivered into her arms. But until then the pain continues on filling every crevice in her body with agony. And then it ceased as the first child took its first breath. Little Rosemary after her mothers favourite place in all the realm the rosemary bushes. Little Rosemary Annabelle. And then the pain increased ten fold as another child came into the world. A boy who looked just like his father through somehow Eleanor knew he would have her own mischief. He was called Henry, Henry William. And that's when Eleanor rested.