Ok quick disclaimer: I'm writing this story since I have spare time on my hands with "Changing Directions". Not anymore to that story until I get 10 reviews, which might take a while. So that's how this story was born. R and R, enjoy, and if you feel the need, go ahead and flame. So anyway, here ya go!
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"Isn't she lovely?"
Elizabeth Turner asked her husband, holding up their crying newborn. Elizabeth had a huge grin on her sweaty face, and her brown eyes were sparkling. It had been a long and tiring birth, but she was thankful for every second of it. As they say, child birth awakens a mother's love. Elizabeth now knew this to be true. She rocked the child slowly in her arms, humming a little tune as she did so."She is. She looks just like her mother."
Will replied smiling. The whole labor had been stressful, as many new experiences are, and he was glad it was over. But it was amazing to see this living, breathing child he had just a few days ago felt kicking in Elizabeth's stomach. It had never really hit him until now that the child was a real human being. I mean, he knew it, it had just never really hit him. He sat down in a chair next to their bed and slipped his hand to the child's face, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb."What shall we name her?"
Elizabeth asked, grinning at Will's compliment but not taking her eyes off of the little girl."I've always liked Anna."
Will replied, moving his hand to stroke his wife's hair off of her sweaty brow."Anna it is then. Anna Marie Turner."
Elizabeth said, kissing the child's cheek."Perfect."
Was Will's only reply.****************
"Momma! Momma!!"
A little voice screamed from the front yard. A little girl of about 5 years poked her brown haired head through the big front door."Yes Anna?"
Came her mother's reply from the kitchen. She walked to the doorway leading from the den to the kitchen holding a bowl and spoon in her arm, a worried frown and a smudge of flour on her face."Paul said that I couldn't play pirates with them! He said girls couldn't be pirates! I said they could but he still said no!"
The little girl whined, a pout evident on her face. She was dressed in what used to be a pink dress, but the color wasn't very clear anymore. As with most of her clothes, it hadn't stayed looking good for long. Elizabeth almost wondered if the child should where britches instead, but the neighbors would probably talk."What do you want to play pirates with those wretched little boys for anyway? Why don't you just go play dolls with Sarah and Michelle?"
Was Elizabeth's suggestion, even though she knew it was a hopeless attempt. While most little girls of her age would have tea parties, play dress-up, or play with dolls, Anna wasn't like them. She would much rather be rolling around in mud or wandering the docks and boats at the harbor."Mammaaaa, I don't wanna! I wanna play pirates!"
The little girl took out a stick and started to dance around, madly waving it about like she was in a sword fight. She tripped on the hem of her dress and fell. Elizabeth chuckled slightly but sat down the bowl and walked over to help her up."This dress is so bothersome! I can't play anything good in it!"
The little girl complained, letting her mother help her up."Why don't you go run down to daddy's shop and see if you can help?"
While it wasn't as good as playing pirates, she knew the girl would accept. She considered it quite the adventure going the two blocks to Will's shop. He had since left his apprenticeship and started his own shop. The little girl put her hand on her chin and cocked her head, pretending to ponder this offer. Her head suddenly jerked back down."Alright!"
Elizabeth chuckled again and lead the little girl to the door. She watched her skip down the steps and start the way down the street to the shop. She watched the her stop every now and then to swing her stick at unknowing passerby's, only to have them chuckle and keep walking. She saw her finally make it to the shop door and a devilishly handsome man lift her up and swing her about. She laughed and walking back in the house, still smiling. She picked up the bowl and spoon and returned to her duties in the kitchen.***********
"How's my little princess?"
Will asked, setting the child back down and leading her in the door to the shop."Daddy, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm a pirate like Captain Jack Sparrow, not a princess!"
The little girl said with mock frustration. Will smacked his hand against his head."So sorry, love. I always seem to forget!"
He picked her up and sat her on a stool on the other side of the room. A boy of about thirteen could be seen near one of the machines, sharpening a sword."Who's that daddy?"
The child asked, pointing at the boy. Will lifted his head and lead his eyes to were she was pointing."Oh, him? He's my new apprentice!"
He said smiling. The little girl looked confused."What's an apentis?"
She asked. Will smiled at her pronunciation. and squatted down beside her."He's my helper. I'm teaching him how to make swords."
Will explained."Ohhhh. I wanna be an aprentic too!"
The little girl said, a huge grin on her face. She jumped up from her stool and started to thrash her stick around again. Will laughed and stood up. The boy looked up from what he was doing and smiled at how comical the little girl looked."When your older honey. Right now I need you to go give Mary this carrot."
Will pulled the said carrot from his pocket and handed it to the little girl, nodding at the donkey over by the boy. She took it eagerly and ran over to Mary. With the carrot on her out stretched palm she held it out the donkey. It noisily lipped it up and the girl laughed at how it tickled. She patted the donkey's nose and walked over to the boy."What's your name?"
She asked, pulling herself up on the stool beside him. He looked at Will and Will nodded. The boy sat down the sword and turned to face her."Michel, what's yours?"
He asked in return."My names Anna. Anna Elizabeth Turner. I'm going to be a pirate when I grow up. Just like Jack Sparrow!"
She answered, grinning."Is that so?"
The boy replied. She looked at him and still grinning, nodded. He nodded his head in approval and picked the sword back up, now polishing it."Well I better go home. Mommy's going to get worried."
She said, hopping off the stool. Michel nodded silently and returned to the sword. She trotted over to Will and pulled on his pant leg."I'm going back home now."
She said. He looked down and smiled. He lifted her up and spun her around again."Ok, be careful!"
He said, setting her back down. She nodded and ran out the door.