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When Sara woke up that morning she found herself to be the last one awake. She sighed softly and got up, her back was aching, which wasn't unusual, though the baby seemed to be sitting lower than usual. She got herself cleaned up and went about tidying up camp.
When Django and King returned they found her sitting in the middle of camp, the entire contents of her bag strewn around her as she folded and refolded things. "Sara, you feeling alright dear?" King asked and she looked up, looking a little lost.
"I just, I just want to make sure we have everything we need." She told him and he nodded.
"Of course we have everything we need, you are very good at being prepared." He assured her.
"Right, well," she nodded seeming to shift back into the Sara both King and Django knew. "What word have we on the Wilson-Lowe gang?" she asked and he smiled.
"We found their camp, they're traveling East, they got an hour on us." Django told her.
"Well if we leave now, we should be able to catch up to them." She told them as she started to shove things into her bags.
"Are you sure you're alright?" King knelt down next to her, speaking lowly.
"I'm fine." She smiled and he stared at her for a moment before he nodded.
"Okay." He said finally.
"You mustn't worry so much." She smiled as she stroked the side of his face.
"As your husband I feel it my job to worry about you." He replied before kissing her forehead.
"Django, will you tell him I can handle my own?" she smiled and Django chuckled softly.
"Ain't you always the one who tells me not to worry 'bout her too much?" Django asked and King sighed.
"Okay, okay, I know when I'm outnumbered. Django, pour some dirt on the fire," he pointed to the fire and then got the rest of the camp ready to go while Sara walked over to Maggie. She got her saddle blanket and put it on the horse's back, before going to pick up the saddle, before letting out a small groan and putting her hand to her back.
"You sure you okay?" Django asked lowly from where he stood behind her.
"Ah, just, um, just not used to the extra weight is all," she patted her stomach with a small laugh making Django frown lightly before picking up the horse's saddle and putting it onto Maggie's back. He tightened the cinch and fixed the stirrups. "You don't have to do that." She protested.
"Ain't no shame in needin' help, right?" he asked and she paused before nodding.
"That's very true." She replied. He held the reigns as she grabbed the saddle horn, before lifting her leg. She paused before lowering it again and looked down. "Don't tell King." She whispered.
"What do you want me to tell him?" he asked and she shook her head.
"I don't know." She replied. "Just don't- Don't tell him about this." She pleaded before Django walked over and took her by the hips. He lifted her up high enough for her to slip her food into the stirrup, grab the saddle horn and part of Maggie's mane and get herself onto the horse. "Thank you." She replied and he nodded before going to get Tony.
The entire ride Django stuck close to Sara's side, making sure that she was okay while King rode ahead, seemingly excited about collecting another bounty. They had found a small area where the Wilson Lowe gang had stopped for lunch not far from their camp, which made King convinced they would be finding them any moment now. The ride was silent until they heard voices up ahead. Sara looked at Django who shot her a cautious look and she shook her head.
"Go." She assured him. "I'll be fine, go ahead."
"You sure?" he asked softly and she nodded before Django led Tony up to where King was. The two spoke softly for a moment before King drew his gun and pointed in a direction. Django steered Tony in that direction, while King went the other way. Sara pulled her own gun from her saddle bag, before she felt a sharp pain in her lower stomach.
"Ah." She put her hand on her stomach. She had been feeling those pains for a few days now, but nothing seemed to be happening with the baby, she put her hand on different places, trying to gauge where the baby was, and if it was just kicking before she cleared her throat and guided Maggie up to where she heard a gunshot go off, followed by more gunshots. When she got there, the Wilson Lowe gang lay dead. She looked at the ground, before looking to King who took his hat off, pouring the shells off of the brim of his hat before he winked at her. She smiled as Django hopped off Tony and she started to dismount.
"Don't worry 'bout it." Django said quickly. "We got it."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, I think we can handle it." King smiled at her before he dismounted Fritz and helped Django start to pile the bodies on one of the horses that hadn't run off.
When they got all of the bodies on the horse Sara was feeling her stomach, pressing her fingertips into her lower stomach to feel where the baby was. She frowned and then looked up seeing King and Django looking at her. "Are we going to see Marshall Gus?" she asked and they both nodded.
"Yes." King nodded. "He's only about two miles from here, Django, ready?" King asked and Django nodded. He mounted Tony and led the horse holding the bodies along after them while King got onto Fritz.
The three rode in silence for a ways while King cast Sara the occasional look of concern. "I'm fine." She assured him after the third or fourth time of him doing that.
"Of course you are." He replied. "But is the baby?"
"The baby is fine." She replied quickly before pulling Maggie's reigns, walking her ahead of Django, and to the front of the line.
"Dr. Schultz, Missus, Django, how the hell are ya?" Marshall Gus was a man short of words, but wide in personality who never failed to make Sara smile. "Well, lookit you Missus, you're ready to pop any minute now aint'cha?" he chuckled as he helped her get down.
"You have no idea." She muttered.
"Who you got with ya?"
"The Wilson-Lowe gang." King replied as he tied Fritz to the post.
"Who the hell are the Wilson-Lowe gang?" Marshall Gus asked.
"Bad Chuck Wilson and meaner Bobby Lowe, and three of their acolytes." King replied pointing to the men.
"Huh, well, just leave 'em out here, they ain't goin' nowhere. Come on in out of the snowey snow, get yerself a cup of coffee. Had me a birthday yesterday, got a cake." He paused. "Wasn't bad." He shrugged sounding a little disappointed in the cake.
"You'd sound a bit more impressed with that cake if you had one Sara had made." King told Gus who chuckled.
"Ain't nothin' like the Irish cookin' huh." He laughed looking over his shoulder at Sara who was staring at the ground, a look of concentration on her face. "You boys get her inside. Now." All joviality was gone from his voice suddenly; the two men looked at each other before looking at Sara. As soon as Django got to her Sara started to sway, he caught her as she stumbled, almost knocking herself off the porch.
"I got ya Red," he said softly in her ear as King ran over quickly.
"Get her in the house; either of you boys know anything about babies?"
"No." King shook his head. "I'm a dentist…"
"I do." Django said as he helped get Sara into the house. "Helped deliver Mrs. Carrucan's last baby."
"Why would the Carrucans have a male slave help deliver a baby?"
"My momma was the one who helped with all the babies. She taught me everything 'fore she died." Django replied.
"Doctor, you need to ride out to the store, ask for Wapasha, get her to come out here." He ordered King who looked at Sara uncertainly. "Doctor!" Gus snapped and King looked at him in surprise, having never heard the old Marshall raise his voice. "Your girl will be a lot better once you do what I say. Go get Wapasha."
"I don't think the baby's com-" she trailed off, before letting out a small yell, holding her lower stomach.
"Two miles east of here, go." Gus told King who nodded his face void of color as he rushed out the door. "That baby is coming, and it's coming fast girl." Gus told her before nodding to Django. "Help me get her on the bed." He told him before Django and Gus both helped Sara get onto the bed in the other room. Gus stripped the top sheet and blanket off while Django helped put the two pillows under Sara's head and back. "Now Missus, we're gonna need to get these boots and stockings off. I know you'd feel better if your husband was here, but he's gettin' help." Gus told her and she shook her head quickly.
"No, no, don't." she ordered before looking at Django. "Django, you do it." She pleaded and he looked at Gus who let go of Sara's boot and nodded.
"I'll go grab some towels, water for the Missus. You cover her up with the sheet in that box when you're finished." He told Django who nodded. Django waited for Marshall Gus to leave and close the door, giving them a bit of privacy.
"Don't think the Marshall was too pleased 'bout you wantin' a nigger to take off your stockings." He joked making Sara scoff.
"Marshall Gus is better than that Django, you know that." She replied as he took her boots off and threw them in the corner of the room.
"I'm gonna take your stocking off now." He told her and she nodded as he pushed her skirt up, and pulled her gray wool stocking off.
"How's it look?" she asked. "Is it showing?"
"Oh it looks like a baby's comin." He shook his head. "But it's gonna be some time."
"Will King make it?" she asked as he covered her in the sheet.
"He'll make it." He replied. "We need ta get you out of this dress." He told her and helped her sit up so he could unbutton the back of her dress. For a moment Sara felt like a little girl having her mum help her get undressed at the end of a long night. Django helped pull it over her head, and then unlaced her maternity corset, he slipped that off of her as well, leaving her only in her chemise, and then helped her cover herself with the sheet. Marshall Gus knocked on the door before opening it and walked over, handing Sara a glass of water. She took it and took a sip before shutting her eyes.
When King returned with Wapasha Django frowned seeing the obvious male Indian man wearing feminine clothing, but he kept his mouth shut, figuring if a freed slave could be a bounty hunter, a male Indian could be a woman if he wanted.
"How far are the pains?" he asked as he walked into the room. King went directly to Sara's side as Marshall Gus and Django filled him in on Sara's condition. He went to the end of the bed and lowered the sheet before nodding. "The baby is coming soon." He told Sara. "You need to be ready to listen to me."
"Okay." She agreed before looking at King whose hands were shaking.
After a lot of walking around, as directed by Wapasha and laying on her side for a little bit, he ordered that King and Marshall Gus leave the room. At first King protested, trying to insist he stay, but after taking a look at Sara who was screaming though a particularly bad contraction, he decided to listen and left the room.
"You will feel the baby start to come down," Wapasha was telling her as he lifted the sheet over her knees. She adjusted Sara's lower back, and took another look at the soon to be mother's condition. "I need you to push Sara." She ordered and she looked at her.
"Now?" she asked.
"Now." She nodded and Sara shut her eyes, pushing as she let out a yell.
"I can see the baby's head." Django told Sara who let out a small whimper.
"Django, get the Marshall." Wapasha ordered and Django did as he was told. When the Marshall returned he had brought with him some thin wire and a small knife. He sat on the edge of the bed and took Sara's hand, letting her squeeze as she shouted through her contraction, pushing under the guide of Wapasha.
"The head's comin'." Django told Sara who screamed as she pushed through the contraction, panting, before letting out another strangled yell, squeezing her eyes shut as her face flushed deep red, tears rolling down her face while she pushed, squeezing the Marshall's hand.
"One more strong push." Wapasha ordered, before putting her hand on Sara's stomach as she pushed.
Sara could feel the pressure release the moment the baby passed, she felt light headed, and out of breath, and a little woozy. "What is it?" she mumbled. "Is it okay?" she tried to sit up, but found herself unable to do so for a moment. She laid back and swallowed before looking to Marshall Gus who had been replaced by Django who was holding a bundle of cloth.
"It's a girl," he said to her softly before kneeling down next to her. Sara opened her arms as Django carefully placed the bundle of cloth into it. The small red faced baby shrieked and fussed as Sara held it.
"You're not done quite yet." Wapasha told her. "There is the birth bag to push out."
"Let me hold her for a moment." Sara pleaded as Django lightly took the baby back.
"In a minute Red. Just as soon as you're done." He promised before brushing the hair from her sweat covered forehead. He kissed her forehead and when Sara pushed out the placenta Wapasha wrapped it in a cloth before nodding to Django who gave the small baby girl back to Sara. The baby had stilled by then, the crying had ceased and Wapasha was gathering the towels that had been pushed under Sara while she gave birth. She rolled them in a ball and then covered Sara with the sheet.
"The baby should be fed." Wapasha told Sara who shakily unlaced her chemise.
"Someone get King, please." She looked at them before holding the baby to her breast. A moment later King walked into the room, He had taken off his coat, jacket and waistcoat, his sleeved were rolled to the elbows and he looked positively frightened. "Hey there Your Majesty." She spoke roughly, having partially lost her voice from screaming. She looked up at him making him let out a hollow laugh before walking over to her slowly.
"How do you feel?" he asked finally and she smiled lightly.
"Tired." She whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed. "It's a girl." She looked up at him and he sighed.
"Of course she is." He whispered before kissing Sara's temple. The baby let go of Sara's breast for a moment and opened her eyes before looking at King who stared down at her in awe.
"Do you want to hold her?" she asked and he looked almost surprised by the offer. Sara smiled as she handed the baby over, covering herself with her chemise, King took the baby slowly and carefully, looking slightly unsure while Wapasha directed him to support the baby's head as he held her. He stood up, holding the small baby in his arms, before looking at Sara who sat up slightly, watching him. He let out a small, astonished laugh before looking at the baby again who stared up at him.
"She's perfect." He said in astonishment making Sara smile tiredly. "What did- What did we decide for a girl?" he asked.
"We didn't." she answered. "But I've been thinking, I know how much you like the name Ilsa."
"You want to give her a German name?" he asked, sitting on the chair next to the bed. Neither seemed to notice the Marshall, Wapasha and Django had left, leaving the family to their own for the moment.
"I like the name Ilsa." She replied.
"What about the middle name? Something Irish." He told her and she nodded as she rested her head on his arm. "What was your grandmother's name again?"
"Marie." She told him as she stroked the baby's pink face. "Mama Marie."
"Well how about that?" he asked and she looked up at him before smiling.
"Ilsa Marie Schultz…" she seemed to test the name. "I like it." She looked at him as he grinned looking at the little baby, before he put his hand behind Sara's head and pulled her into a deep, loving kiss.
Yaaay! The baby is here!
How do you think they're going to handle having the baby at Candieland? Do you think it will add to the plot? DO YOU?!
Sorry. I'm excited.
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