Pret: Good day! How are we all? Ready for a decent Wellard fic?
This fic is Based on the Hornblower television series, not the books so just bear in mind the fact that I haven't got a clue about the differences between the books and the series, as I've only read the first three books.
Kay?
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Disclaimer: I don't own Hornblower, but there is a certain freckled midshipman currently residing in my basement!
Oh, and in this fic, Wellard first encounters our hero, Horatio,and the hot, vulnerable little friend they call Archie the same way as he does in First Command, ie, on the frigate Indefatigable and not on the Renown.
So I guess this is sort of a partner to First Command, except in Wellard's POV.
So there you go.
Enjoy!
Despite her ever-slowing heartbeat, Sophie Wellard reached out to her two tiny children and grasped their hands. For the first and last time ever.
"little Henry, little Bella" she gasped out, "I'm sorry"
Then all was still.
The midwife walked up to John Wellard somber-faced.
"What is it?" He asked, worry slipping into his rough, country Irish lilt.
The Midwife merely bowed her head and said nothing.
Irrational rage boiled in John's stomach,
"WHAT IS IT?" He bellowed, grabbing the Midwife by the neck and hoisting her up against the wall. she choked and spluttered, her blood-shot eyes bulging from their sockets.
Suddenly, the weak, helpless sound of a new-born infant's cry reached the raging man's ears.
John let go of the Midwife, letting her fall in a crumpled heap by the door to his wife's room.
he gingerly entered and there, lying ashen-faced on the bed, was his wife, but more importantly, his two new-born twins lay in the crib John himself had made. they were both small and sickly, one boy, and one girl.
"Henry and Isabella" John muttered to himself, picking them up.
he turned to his wife. She hadn't moved.
"Look at that boy, woman, a weak looking thing if ever I did see one, how'll he be able to help me on the farm?"asked John with a scowl, nevertheless, when the child grabbed his finger, the man's face softened.
"Will you look a' tat, woman, I think he likes me." when Sophie didn't respond, John glanced up.
"Come on, Woman, you can't be that tired! Get up, the cattle need feeding."
Still no response.
John laid the children, now both bawling, down in their cot and crossed the room to Sophie's side.
he grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him,
"Woman, get up!" It was then he noticed the how cold she was. He placed a hand at her mouth.
Nothing. No breath.
John scrabbled at her nightgown and placed his hand above her heart.
Nothing. No pulse.
It was then he realised. Sophie was dead.
The midwife stumbled down the stairs and fled the small cottage in blind panic.
Just as she passed the gate to the farm, she heard a distant howl of anger and grief, seconds later joined by the crying of children.
The sound of a widower and his two tiny infants.
there, you go, an introduction for you!
I was going to write more, but I decided to split it and seem like I'm writing more
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