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Chapter 1
And So It Begins
Try to think that love's not around But it's uncomfortably near My old heart's ain't gaining no ground Because my angel eyes ain't here
Angel eyes that old devil sent
The glow unbearably bright Need I say that my love's misspent Misspent with angel eyes tonight So drink up all you people Order anything you see Have fun you happy people The drinks and the laughs are on me
Pardon me, but I've gotta run The facts uncommonly clear Got to find who's now number one And why my angel eyes ain't here Excuse me while I disappear
Angel Eyes, Ella Fitzgerald
It was an unusually quiet summer's night in the bayou. The air was sticky from all the humility. The sky was black as coal. The never-ending quantity of willows and popular trees stood majesty under the moonbeams. A toad croaked quietly from its perch on a log stopping only to catch the occasional fly that passed by. Everything else though seemed unusually quiet. Every bird, insect, and mammal seemed to be waiting for something. It was if they all were holding their breath as they listened. Listened to the loan cry that filled the air.
"Mère de Dieu!" (Mother of God)
Sophia screamed and clutched the sheets that lay under her.
A flurry of woman ran around the room fletching water and towels.
French, English, and African words mixed in the air as they were shouted from one woman to another.
Sophia let out another loud scream and then fell back against her pillow.
Sweat poured off of the woman's body, wetting her clothes and sheets.
"Where is grand-mère?" she moaned in agony. (Grandmother)
The women seemed to ignore her as they just went about what they were doing.
"Où est la grand-mère?!" she yelled. (Where is the Grandmother)
"Je suis ici enfant." (I am here child)
A wrinkled yet strong looking woman emerged out of the shadows.
She slowly made her way over to Sophia's bedside.
"You alright child." the ancient woman said as more of a statement than a question.
Sophia reached out and grabbed the woman's arm.
"Will I live," she breathed, grasping her arm tightly.
The woman let out a chuckled and shook her head.
"Course ya goin' ta live child. You is not de first person to ever have a baby." Sophia cussed under her breath and gripped the woman's arm tighter.
"Tell me! I want to know!" A small smile spread across the old woman's lips.
She lifted a wrinkled hand and laid it on Sophia head. She then closed her eyes and whispered a few words. After a few moments her eyes fluttered open and her smile broadened.
She slowly took away her hand and looked down at rundown woman.
"You live," she crackled.
"And the baby?" "It lives too." A relived look crossed Sophia's face.
"Thank you grand-mère. I…" She gasped as the pain worsened.
Dropping the elderly woman hand, she let out a scream like a banshee.
"Il vient!" yelled a nearby woman. (it comes)
"Get out of the way!" commanded the old woman, as she made her way to the foot of the bed. "That's right child. Give us a good push!" Sophia groaned and gave the biggest push she could. She then gasped and fell back against her pillow yet again.
"Come on now. Don't give up on me!" "God please help me," cried out the exhausted female.
"Push! Push now!" Sophia gritted her teeth and gave another strong push.
The old woman let out a laugh.
"That's right child! We almost dere! Gimme one final push. Real strong now." With one final prayer for strength, Sophia channeled all remaining strength into one final push.
Time seemed to go in slow motion for Sophia.
She felt the pain as she pushed with all her might, she heard the excited screams as the baby came out of her into the world, she she heard it cry. She heard the laughter and the cheers.
"It's a boy!" she heard someone yell.
Then everything was black. Black and peaceful. "It's a boy!" she thought happily. "It's a little baby boy!" She sighed contently and let herself succumb to the blackness that was overtaking her.
And for the first time in those long eight months, she slept peacefully.
If she had been awake though she would have heard the gasps as everyone gathered around the baby.
"Look at him," someone whispered.
That whisper was followed by several other whispers as the women began to talk amongst themselves.
The wrinkled old woman began to shake as she looked down at the child.
"Get out," she suddenly commanded those around her. "Get out now!"
Immediately the room emptied as the entire group of women ran out as they were told.
"And tell no one!" she added to the retreating forms.
She looked over at Sophia and then back down at the small creature in her arms.
"Mon Dieu!" she whispered. "Sophia what have you done?!" (My God)
Her brown eyes looked into the eyes of the newborn child.
Red on black eyes stared back.
She began to shake harder.
"What have you done to us all?"
The sequel! It's alive! LOL! Sorry there is no romyness, but I was just to excited to write anymore. Yep that's right. I get just excited as everybody else and I'm writing it! Anyways, there will me lots of Romyness next chapter! I promise. Be cool and review!