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White bows of envy

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 Jude lay there in the bed that had many patients before herself. There was so much perspiration slithering its way all over her body. She woke up in the middle of the night, to look over to her far left side, where Timothy had fallen asleep watching over her. She had straps around her arms, legs, and throat, while her head had been crowned. She still mourned the fresh death of her once innocent favorite nun. Jude thought she was only starting to go through "the change", after all, she was around that age her mother had always warned her about as a child. She woke up crying out most nights, either from hot flashes, stomach pain, or even mild irritability. Everyone knew she was doing poorly, and the worst part of it all was that she hated the feeling of being pitied.

For nine long months Jude suffered, Timothy stayed nights, and worked days. Jude had gained a bit of weight here and there, but it was not too obvious of any major body changes. Briarcliff was not doing too well, after Arden passed, they had to find a new doctor, whom was always too busy with the younger patients. Jude knew that if she kept up with her prayers, and behaved well, she would be able to join the general population, though she knew they would all probably want her dead. Jude was one of the only patients that was allowed to be free, and cordless most days.

At the age of forty-five, Jude had sweat her last night through, before she began wetting herself down below. Timothy looked over in shock, he had never seen her lose control of herself like this before. "Jude, are you doing alright? We can change the bedding, and get you into some new clothes in a jiffy." He said, as he had always been the one to initiate their conversations. "Oh Monsignor, please, don't look at me, I am so ashamed." Jude muttered out, as she had begun to remove her soiled bedding. While she stood over the bed, Jude held the railing of the right side, as she cried out in pain. Timothy noticed a trickle of blood walking its way down her inner thigh, and all the way to her left knee. He now knew something was not okay, but he also knew that they were in this alone. "Okay Judy, I'm going to need you to lay down, so I can clean you up." He said, trying not to embarrass her, as he had siblings, and recognized that she was in "a trouble that only a lady could handle" as his mother called it before. He washed his hands, then put some gloves on, as he watched Jude collapse back onto her pillow, she was utterly exhausted by now. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her lady bits a thousand other times over. Jude felt what seemed to be a Turkey, make it's way out of her canal, very smoothly. Timothy was surprised, he quickly removed his coat, and wrapped it around the baby's body, then he handed it over to Jude. He knew this was not the end yet, so he waited for the placenta, and wrapped it up as Jude ordered, she wanted baby to collect the rest of the nutrients, through the tube, until the cord turned limp. Jude was now too exhausted to talk, she just lay there with her 8lb 3oz, 20 in. long baby boy. She had felt her breasts beginning to leak, though she thought she was infertile, and empty. She gave breastfeeding a try, as Timothy had just decided to remove the bed, and bring in a newer one. The walls were sound proof, and she was well protected from everyone else outside those walls.

Throughout the next couple of hours Jude lay back, she held their son, as they both rest peacefully. She got to shower, and have a warm meal, then she fed their sweet little ray of sunshine once more. Jude and Timothy both knew they wouldn't be able to raise their son in such a place like this, but he needed to sneak her out when nobody would be noticing. The next free day was Tuesday, so hey only had to make it through one more night here.

When the time came, Jude wrapped baby, along with herself up warm, as winter was arriving soon. They had made their way out, and into the front seat of Timothy's white car. He had stolen all of Judy's files, so there would be no tangible evidence of her ever even being there. On the way to his house, Jude sung to their son, as he rested safely in her arms. Her voice was better than ever, it warmed Timothy's heart, in a way it allowed him a dab of closure. By the time they had made it to his home, Jude had fallen asleep with their son. He parked, and started to take things into the house. Then he went back for Judy, and their son. He carried them both inside, and lay them carefully on his king size bed that was decorated with baby blue silk sheets. Then he went to go prepare another warm meal for her, as well as some water. When he had come back to the room with the tray of food, Jude was gone.

Timothy set the food down, and searched around the room, he found their son in small bucket, with a wash cloth. There was no water in there yet, Jude had gone to look for the kitchen to find a small cup. She found one, and made her way back to the baby. But by the time she had gotten back, Timothy had gone somewhere else to look for Judy. Jude began to lightly clean their unnamed son, in warm water. When she was done, she dried him off, and found one of Timothy's old shirts that looked suitable, then she swaddled the little babe warm, and held him in her arms. She needed to make a list of things they would need sooner than later. 

Perhaps bottles, baby clothes, and diapers, were at the very top of the list, but Jude remembered Timothy saying something about having a sewing machine, she hadn't used one in ages, but she could never forget how. Jude found Timothy in the kitchen once again, and handed him the list, that had food items, and some things for her on it as well. "Market day tomorrow, I hope you don't mind love, our little cherub child looks so neat in this one." Jude said, as her hazelish-brown eyes sparked, her cheekbones were well defined, and her beautiful long blonde hair looked amazing. "Alright Judy, but first we need to sit down and filter up some names for this angel." Timothy said, as he gently caressed their sons cheeks, he had small dimples forming already. 

Through the next couple of weeks, their son remained nameless, Judy and Timothy could not come up with an elegant, yet unique name for their son, so they just stuck to calling him "Baby", and "Angel".