This will be the second and last prologue. After this the story will start.

Chapter 2: Prologue 2

Elizabeth was hanging laundry on the line in the garden. Her two youngest daughters were running around the garden. The youngest, Grace, was just two years old and just started walking and running. She was driving Elizabeth crazy, because she always had to chase her.

She was happy with her life; she had a most wonderful husband and 4 beautiful daughters. The fifth was coming on its way. She had wished for a son for a long time. Just over a year ago, she miscarried a baby at 4 months. She was heartbroken at the time.

All of a sudden, a stab of pain went through her body. She winced at clenched het stomach. "Will!" She shouted.

Will was sitting in the kitchen when he heard his wife scream. He stood up and ran to the garden. "What's wrong?" he asked while putting his arm around her. "I don't know, but something wrong with the baby" She said wincing again. Will walked with her as slowly as he could and take her upstairs. "Mary, get the doctor". He said to his eldest daughter who was studying in her room. "Yes, pa" she answered. "Laura, stay downstairs with your sisters" He said to his other daughter who was reading a book.

Will lay Elizabeth gently on their bed. "I'm losing the baby again" She said while breathing heavily. "Shh, it's going to be alright, everything is going to be fine". Will said while holding his wife close.

The next morning:

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes. She felt numb, her body was exhausted. She turned to her left and saw Will sleeping soundly with his head on his arms. Elizabeth frowned when she saw how he was sleeping. He didn't get much sleep she was sure of that.

Will opened his eyes and saw Elizabeth staring at him. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked as he put his arm around her neck as he sat down on the bed. Elizabeth didn't answer and stared at the ceiling. "I miscarried the baby, didn't I?" She asked instead. Will nodded. Elizabeth felt tears welling up and tried to fight them away.

Will turned to Elizabeth and saw her do this. "Shh, it's alright, you can cry". He said. Elizabeth gave into the tears and curled up in Will. She cried against his chest. Will put both arms around and rocked her gently.

Elizabeth didn't know how long she cried but it felt like days. She was heartbroken; she couldn't bear the thought of losing her second child. She wanted a son so badly, not only for herself but also for Will. She wanted a son for her husband, so he could become a blacksmith just like his father if he wanted. But slowly her dreams shattered apart.

I have a two week Christmas holiday so I will try to continue the stories. But the problem is, I'm having a big writing block. So I'm not sure how many stories I can write.