This is a story that'll take 260 years ago. "Nate are you certain about this?" a young girl, no older than 19 was sitting hand in hand with a boy that seemed around her age, she had a hint of worry in her eyes. She was looking at the sunset from the park that they were sitting in, on a green painted bench. "You're going to be shipped off next month. Plus I start school next month as well Nate" She turned her head to look at the boy with her hazel eyes, mixtures of green and blue with a small hint of brown, a frown on her face. "I don't want to have to force you to do this."
The boy who she was looking at, was staring off into the sunset, a conflicted look in his eyes before he turned to look at the girl. "Nora... You know very well people will look down on you if we don't get married. It's reasonable! We can always say it happened after we married." he was trying to figure out ways in his head, to make sense of how this happened, he didn't even mention this to his parents yet. He didn't want to. "We were going to get married after I left the service, you know that. So, it's not entirely a forced decision." He sighed out softly, messing with the freshly done buzz cut, his black hair darker now that it's shorter.
"Nate, honey. I don't want this, we're going to be busy. You're going to be in the army, I'm studying for my law degree, not to mention working." she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the next thing she's going to say will be something she never thought she'd have to do. "I.. I know some people who can... end it... for a small fee." Nate looked at his girlfriend with horror in his eyes, he didn't want that! "Don't give me that look! We both know this pregnancy wasn't planned!" She let go of his hand and stood up from the green bench, holding her chest tightly, her blonde hair covering her face as she looked at the floor.
"Nora." Nate softly said her name as he got up from the bench, slowly wrapping his hands around her small body, his chest up against her back. "Don't even think about something like that... Alright?" He placed his chin on her head and sighed softly, he didn't want this pregnancy but he didn't like the idea of abortion either. He had enough people to kill when he leaves for the war, that was certain, he didn't want to kill something that doesn't even have a heartbeat yet. "I'll send money that could help out with the child, alright?"
Nora turned around so she was facing Nate, her boyfriend, "I don't care about the money! You.. You're going to be gone. I won't be able to spend time with it. I don't know if i can do it alone!" she started to shake in his arms, tears now starting to fall down her cheeks as she thought of the hard times ahead, not just for her, but also for him. "I don't want this child to grow up alone, Nathan..." Nora rarely used his full name, only when she was mad or serious about the situation. Burying her crying face into the brown jacket he was wearing, she breathed in the scent of the man she loved since she was 15, 4 years now.
"We have no choice, Nora just listen to me. Let's just get married tomorrow morning at town hall. I'll spend as much time as possible with you before I have to leave next month. I promise. Alright?" he was trying to calm down his Nora, he didn't want her getting so upset over something like this, it was huge, yes. But Nora was always the calm one out of them, thinking things over clearly. He was the reason they got into this mess... Nora looked up at Nate's face, into his soft green eyes. Her eyes asking him if he was telling the truth about what he just said. Nate smiled gently and lowered his head a bit, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I do." He grinned softly as he slowly unwrapped his arms around her small body, now holding her hand once more. "Come one, let's go get some dinner at the diner."
"I'm going to miss you, Nate you have to write every day! Understood?" The two month pregant Nora had a sad smile on her face while her palm was cupping Nate's cheek. Nate didn't say anything as he placed a hand on her shoulder, his other hand had his fingers underneath her chin. "You're going to be gone for 10 years, i don't think I can stand not hearing from you for that long!" she whined softly, giving him a look on her thin pretty lips that looked like a small pout. She was trying to keep it together but when he kissed her forehead, she broke down a bit, crying softly, holding on to the army green jacket he was now wearing. His favorite brown jacket in her arms, she didn't want him to take it since she would use it to feel better.
"Nora, don't cry alright? I'll write and I'll video you every chance I got. Even if the boys will make fun of me, okay?" Nate was trying to stop his new bride from crying all her makeup off, and staining his new jacket. Nora looked up from his chest, placing her chin on his chest, her eyes asking him, "promise?" Nate sighed softly, "Yes yes, I promise. I got to go now!" he gently pulled him off of her and planted a quick kiss on her lips. Grabbing his bag that was leaning on his left foot, he quickly ran off to the airplane entrance, where a group of boys wearing army greens was waving him down. The moment that he went past that gate, Nora wouldn't see her husband for at least 10 years.
"Nora! Do you have a name decided for your baby girl?" a rather overly excited brunette was standing next to Nora, her pink painted finger nail poking her arm. "Come on! I want to know already!" she was begging, her whines getting louder with every passing moment that Nora ignored her. "NORA!" she finally got to the point she yelled her ear, causing the 8 month pregnant women to sigh heavily and closed her book with a loud flump. Her glares were ignored by the annoying lady that was still poking her arm, pretty much now giving her a bruise on her soft skin. "TELL ME!"
"Alright alright, will you finally shut up and let me study if I tell you?" Nora was mad, the tone in her voice making it quite obvious. She was tapping her unpainted nail very impatiently on the closed, and rather thick, law book on the table. The brunette nodded viciously and her whines were heard once more, her hands clapped together in front of her face. Nora didn't understand why this girl was bothering her like this anyways, she didn't talk to her before this, at least out of class. Turning her head to the lady, she took a deep breath and said, "I don't have a name decided yet. Happy? Leave me alone." She regretted walking into the diner where now, she didn't think that she'd be bothered by the waitress.
She reopened her book and was about to read once more when a hand slammed onto the page, blocking the small printed words. "What? Nora! You didn't name your baby yet? Why not? That's the best thing about being a mother!" The brunette was staring at the pretty blonde who was rubbing her temples now, her anger showing on her face now. "Pick out a name right now, or I'll never leave you alone." She crossed her arms across her ridiculously large chest, a very stern look on her face. Her uniform was rather small on her, the owner of this diner did that on purpose more than likely.
"I don't have time to look at names for this child, I can always pick one randomly when it comes. But I have to study for this test now. Now leave me alone, for the last time! You're bugging me and being annoying." Nora was trying her best to keep calm, but hormones were running wild in her body. She blamed the child that was in her for this, she was usually a calm person. She gave the worse glare she could muster at the lady, who finally gave up and walked off.
Nora was finally able to start reading her book again in peace when the words, "Do you even love that child?" floated over to her. Nora shook her head, not even wanting to bother with a stupid question like that. Leaning on her hand, her cheek was being cupped by her palm, she couldn't read anymore. She had a headache from that unwanted moment, so she rubbed the now bruised arm on her left side.
Of course, she loved the child that she was going to give birth to. It was the only thing that she had of Nate at the moment, the only thing with flesh that she could touch. The last that she heard from him, was about a month ago. They were in the middle of training and video chats were strictly forbidden. Closing her eyes and sighing out sadly, she reopened them to see a truck passing by outside the empty diner she was in. Cecilia's Bakery was written in bright blue and red colors all along the side, it gave her an idea. "Cecilia seems like a good name for you since you came out of nowhere.
