Wow, it has been a looooooooong time since I've written/uploaded anything. So, this is my take on Spring Awakening with my OC, Diana, who I wrote of in 'She Walks in Beauty.' So, please read an enjoy! (BTW, this is the Mama Who Bore Me scene)
Diana's POV
You stare at your pale reflection in the mirror. A petite girl stares back, with ivory skin and dark hair. Small, delicate hands wander over the thin white dress that covers the body that makes you wonder so.
The door suddenly opens and you turn around quickly, hands flying away from your body.
Your mother, a beautiful, imposing woman, stands in the doorway. "Diana!" she scolds, giving you the family's signature Rilow Glare that has made your family infamous in your village. "Why are you wearing that kindergarten dress?"
"Oh, Mother! Let me wear it. Frau Bergman is permitting Wendla to wear her old dresses." You beg.
Mother snorts. "Frau Bergman is foolish to let her girl run wild like she does. People will start to talk."
You press your lips together to keep from shouting at your mother. What right does she have to criticize Frau Bergman? She's not a fabulous mother either, you think spitefully.
"Well, your scanty appearance made me forget our good news! Your cousin, Anja, has had another baby! The stork brought her a lovely little boy." Mother moves on to new topics.
"Oh, I can't wait to see her, Mother." You say enthusiastically.
"Well then put on a proper dress, child."
You pause at your wardrobe. "Mother, don't be angry with me, please don't. But Anja has had two children, and one day I will too, but I have no idea how it happens!"
"Diana, you could not possibly think…" Mother sputters.
"Mother you cannot possibly believe I still believe in the stork!" you protest.
"Diana, I have no idea what I've done to deserve this. Go child, put your clothes on." Mother says angrily.
"How about if I run out now and ask Aleit, our maid?" you threaten. The horror of going to someone below your mother's status to ask about how babies are made is enough to make her think.
"Fine, I will tell you. But not today, some other day."
"Now, Mother." You press.
"Diana Rilow, you'll be the death of me!"
"Why? I'll kneel at your feet and bury my head in your skirt so you can speak as if I wasn't even there." You offer.
You kneel and rest your head on your mother's lap. You wait. No sound comes from your mother's mouth. "Mother," you say.
"Diana, I…"
"Mother."
"Well, for a woman to conceive a child, firstly you must be married. Secondly, you must love your husband with your whole… heart." She pats you head. "Now you know everything."
"Everything?" you challenge.
"Everything." Your mother confirms.
"Mother!" you exclaim.
This will be continued.