CHAPTER 2
16 YEARS LATER…
"Oh miss Lady!" The forty year old Thomas Trusty called walking beside to forty year old Doc Hopkins. Trusty had snow white hair and a beard that reached down to his collar bone. His suite was solid black paired with a grey and white checkered tie. He was a broad and tall man with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked much older than what he actually was. Doc on the other had brown hair turning gray. He had a green and red checkered kilt and a white flannel shirt. He had a pipe dangling from his lips.
"Oh hello Doc, Trusty." The 16 year old Belle stepped out from the front door of the big white house.
She had light brown hair tied into a tight bun. She wore a purple and pink long dress. She had a million dollar smile and icy blue eyes, just like her adopted mother. Deborah a.k.a. darling, had chosen a child that looked like she did because she wanted a daughter that looked like she had made her.
Jim a.k.a. Jim dear, looked very little like their adopted daughter, he had dark brown hair and brown eyes but he didn't mind.
"My Miss Belle, how are you?" Doc asked climbing up the front steps of the porch.
"Oh fine. Though Deborah and Jim have been acting strangely lately. I don't know what had gotten into them." Belle sat down on the bench porch swing.
"What do you mean by strange?" Trusty climbed up also and stood with pride.
"Well they won't tell me, but they have been humming and Jim won't talk to me unless it is important. Deborah is stitching little socks, too small for me to wear…" Belle trailed off when Doc and Trusty started to laugh. "What?" She asked innocently.
"Oh lassie, they are getting ready to have a baby." Doc explained.
"Oh a baby, what wonderful news!" Belle folded her hands and pressed them against her heart.
"It most certainly is not!" A young man with a British accent had started to approach the group of three. He looked around the age of 20. He wore tattered clothing that was all brown for dirt. He had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. A small mole was on his upper right cheekbone and his face tan from dirt.
"who are you and what do you want?" Doc growled, turning from the young lady to the obviously experienced Tramp.
"Do you know what happens when a baby is born?" The Tramp ignored the short Scottish man and looked at the pretty young woman sitting on the porch. He looked over her examining her pretty young features and innocent look. She looks so fragile. He thought climbing up the front porch steps.
"No." She replied looking at him as he approached, despite the protest of the two older men.
"Well they basically ruin your life. They wake you up in the middle of the night with their insufferable crying, they take up all of the attention of the old folks, and worst of all the folks start to care about you less and less." Her pretty blue eyes grew with alarm and even through the protest from her companions she still stared at the young man. He shrugged as he backed down the steps. "Sorry Pidge but I have seen this happen so many times to many young ladies such as yourself." He backed away and walked away saying no more.
"Why that rascal, it is ok lassie he doesn't know what he is talking about." He turned around to see that Belle had escaped inside with tears streaming down her face.
A/N Sorry it took me so long to post this I was working on other projects but I am glad that so many people like it so I will continue! :{D
