Santa Fe Dreamin
Thanks to: Calliope, Snooza, Stress, and Chats.you are the best!!!
Disclaimer: Disney owns whatever they made up.
Chapter 1
~*~*~*~* A tall man was holding a small boy in his arms. They were sitting, on a small trunk, in a tiny room. Screams and groans were heard from the next room, and the small boy whimpered in his fathers arms.
"Shh." the father coaxed, "It's all right, Francis."
He took the child and placed him so that Francis's face was in his chest, and wrapped the blanket tighter around the child. The cries quickened, and then stopped. A moment later a loud wail was heard across the room. The father stood up, and Francis tumbled to the floor. Joining the cries of the person in the next room was Francis'.
A short man in black coat and top hat had walked out with a small red- purple bundle in his arms. Francis, forgetting his hurt with the wonderment of this new thing, toddled over to where his father was. He grabbed his leg, and softly murmured, "Daddy."
His fathers eyes were twinkling, and a huge grin was plastered across his face. He bent down and picked Francis up, and held him up to this new thing.
This thing opened it's eyes, and smiled at him. He smiled back and tried to touch the little thing, but his father held his hand back.
"Ah, son, wait a little while before you touch the small thing. You don't want to dirty her now, do you?"
Although Francis was only a year and a half, he understood the words of his father and nodded solemnly.
"Good." His father said, and dragged him to the other room, where the beautiful mother sat drenched in sweat and tired.
She took Francis from his father and beckoned the doctor. He came in, carrying the bundle in his arms.
"What'll we name her, James?" she directed to the father.
He looked at the bundle, and said Jane.
The mothers nose crinkled and she sighed.
"Oh, Mary, Jane's the name of my grandmother, and it's a perfectly lovely one too."
Mary agreed, knowing that this argument was one that she wouldn't win. Like the other child, James had given the name, and again, she disliked it greatly.
Francis Sullivan? What kind of name was that? She would have rather called the child Jack Kelly, the name of her favorite hero, in a book she had ever since she was a little girl, and this small girl, she would have rather named Charlotte Cowan, the name of his wild-west sidekick. No, Francis and Jane were the names James had chosen. Prim and proper English names, nothing to do with the thrill and excitement living out west had once given her. Santa Fe, her home, the place that she would return to.one day.
"Momma?" Francis called, worried about his mother's faraway look.
She smiled, "Francis, meet your sister Jane."
Francis had already made acquaintance with Jane, so he never said anything, but begged his mother to read the book next to her bed.
She handed Jane to James, and opened up the crinkled pages of this old book.
"The sun shone bigger and brighter in Santa Fe, and Jack Kelly and his sidekick Charlotte..."
End of Chapter One. Do you like? Please review!!!
Thanks to: Calliope, Snooza, Stress, and Chats.you are the best!!!
Disclaimer: Disney owns whatever they made up.
Chapter 1
~*~*~*~* A tall man was holding a small boy in his arms. They were sitting, on a small trunk, in a tiny room. Screams and groans were heard from the next room, and the small boy whimpered in his fathers arms.
"Shh." the father coaxed, "It's all right, Francis."
He took the child and placed him so that Francis's face was in his chest, and wrapped the blanket tighter around the child. The cries quickened, and then stopped. A moment later a loud wail was heard across the room. The father stood up, and Francis tumbled to the floor. Joining the cries of the person in the next room was Francis'.
A short man in black coat and top hat had walked out with a small red- purple bundle in his arms. Francis, forgetting his hurt with the wonderment of this new thing, toddled over to where his father was. He grabbed his leg, and softly murmured, "Daddy."
His fathers eyes were twinkling, and a huge grin was plastered across his face. He bent down and picked Francis up, and held him up to this new thing.
This thing opened it's eyes, and smiled at him. He smiled back and tried to touch the little thing, but his father held his hand back.
"Ah, son, wait a little while before you touch the small thing. You don't want to dirty her now, do you?"
Although Francis was only a year and a half, he understood the words of his father and nodded solemnly.
"Good." His father said, and dragged him to the other room, where the beautiful mother sat drenched in sweat and tired.
She took Francis from his father and beckoned the doctor. He came in, carrying the bundle in his arms.
"What'll we name her, James?" she directed to the father.
He looked at the bundle, and said Jane.
The mothers nose crinkled and she sighed.
"Oh, Mary, Jane's the name of my grandmother, and it's a perfectly lovely one too."
Mary agreed, knowing that this argument was one that she wouldn't win. Like the other child, James had given the name, and again, she disliked it greatly.
Francis Sullivan? What kind of name was that? She would have rather called the child Jack Kelly, the name of her favorite hero, in a book she had ever since she was a little girl, and this small girl, she would have rather named Charlotte Cowan, the name of his wild-west sidekick. No, Francis and Jane were the names James had chosen. Prim and proper English names, nothing to do with the thrill and excitement living out west had once given her. Santa Fe, her home, the place that she would return to.one day.
"Momma?" Francis called, worried about his mother's faraway look.
She smiled, "Francis, meet your sister Jane."
Francis had already made acquaintance with Jane, so he never said anything, but begged his mother to read the book next to her bed.
She handed Jane to James, and opened up the crinkled pages of this old book.
"The sun shone bigger and brighter in Santa Fe, and Jack Kelly and his sidekick Charlotte..."
End of Chapter One. Do you like? Please review!!!