Chapter 4
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Winnie and Mae go back to Treegap.
Disclaimer: I don't own a blessed thing except for the daughter. I made her up.
Note: Okay so people don't get confused, I'm going back and forth with the flashbacks. So they might be when she has the kid or when she doesn't. And half the stuff that is being written is being pulled out of a black hat so......
Oh yeah remember this is the beginning of the 20th century that means five cents a day for working and boat loads of immigrants and those who could not get work because of idiots who refused to give them jobs.
***
They entered their hotel room and Winnie gave a sigh of gratitude at the sight of the twin beds. She was tired; time zone changes and just about everything was wearing her down. Especially the feeling she had been having for the past week.
She at first ignored it and as the days went by the more urgent the feeling became. The feeling always made her think of Treegap and her time with the Tucks. That's when she ran for the calendar in the kitchen and started counting the years, and with a start she realized that it was going to the a decade in three in a half days.
She remembered Jesse telling her that they came back to Treegap every ten years just to see how it was progressing and to see their parents. She then ran into her daughter's room and proceeded to tell her that she was to call into work and say that she wouldn't be able to come in for a few days. Of course Mae wasn't too happy about that being as she had woken her up at 3:41 in the morning.
Now the feeling was so strong, she wondered if it was going to let her get any sleep, the few hours and minutes that she caught didn't make up for almost a week of insomnia. She headed for the closest bed and sighed with relief as she relished the feeling of a soft mattress and pillow.
" Momma, I gonna use the phone." She saw the tired nod that her mother gave her and picked up the phone a dialed the numbers she knew by heart.
***
Winnie waited for the doctor to finish talking to her mother; she could hear him explaining that her daughter might be more comfortable talking about herself without her mother hovering in the background.
Even though her and her mother talked a little more openly with each other and she didn't quite treat her as a child her mother was still a control freak. Especially since two months had past since she had last seen Jesse Tuck.
The doctor came back in and gave her a smile. She liked him immediately; he had the Santa Clause look about him. That and she had known him since she was born, he helped deliver her.
He checked her for any sickness and any bodily harm, that might have lasted and on a whim he checked her stomach and at the time she thought it was funny that he was looking for stomach viruses that way. He had warned her that he was going to check her inside and out and she didn't know what that meant at the time but when he called in a nurse she thought she was gonna die when she explained what he was gonna do.
It would be an hour later when he was finished. He looked up at her, his face grave. " Winnie I'm going to ask you some personal questions and I need you to answer me as truthful as possible." Winnie got a sinking sensation in her stomach.
Dr. Rose, Winnie always giggled at that name and half the time she expected him to be waving a parasol with that kind of name, he asked her she had gotten her period yet, that question sent her face flaming red. He knew she did, her mother took her to him so that he could explain everything about it. He then asked her if she had it anytime in the last two months and it took her a few minutes to remember. She said she hadn't.
He then asked her " Winnie, do you know where babies come from?" She nodded her head yes. In a rebellious act against her parents she made friends with some of the servants and when her parents went away on business or to a party she would visit them and they always talked candid and she was even witness to a birth once.
He looked skeptical on that part and asked her where and if she could show him on a diagram of the female reproductive system. She showed him and he nodded his approval. Then he asked " Winnie, do you know how babies are made?"
This time she took her time nodding her head. Her blue eyes round like plates. He then took a deep breath. " Do you know what the act is?" The doctor knew that it was the same question just rephrased. He got the same answer. " Did you participate willing in this act?" He saw her head whip up at that question.
" Do you mean did he force me into that act. No. In fact he told me I could say no at any time but I didn't want it to stop." She admitted with blush. The doctor nodded in understanding. He and his wife may have been married thirty years but he still liked the ' act' as they were calling it.
Then she stopped him cold when she asked, " I'm going to have a child aren't I?" He looked at her and he studied her. Her face disbelief but her eyes held something. And with a start it was happiness and anxiety and fear.
The only time he had seen happiness in the eyes of an expecting mother was when she was married and they were trying. In his clinic in a city a few miles from here, he got a few streetwalkers or loose women when they realized that they were going to have a baby despair would be in their eyes.
Some would take drastic measure with herbs or take to the doctors in the back ally ways or would ask around for a couple that couldn't have babies if they would like to buy hers. Or the ones that truly broke his heart where the woman thought that they had no choice and took their own life.
He found this a change. He had expected her to be in despair as well, but she surprised him. And that for some reason filled him with relief and unnerved him at the same time. He stood up and looked directly at her. The rest of the visit was a blur and all day back at the house she could hear her mother crying and her father trying to console her.
That night she went down to the bar that was in the house and found her grandfather's flask and snuck out of the house. She sat down by the spring and played with the water. The first time she came her she made the decision not to drink the water, her mind agreeing with Tuck. Now she sat here again. Only this time with a purpose and a reason.
When she turned eighteen she was going to drink the water, she would have wanted to be older but Jesse was forever at 17. She had to let Jesse know that he was going to have a child and that she still loved him. She reached over and put the flask in the water and pulled it out and eyed the opening. Satisfied that it was the top she closed it and put it into the pockets of her skirts.
***
" All right, I love you too. Bye." Winnie watched as she hung up the phone. " How are they?" Mae shook her head in exasperation. " Arwen's fine, having trouble with her latest boyfriend. Apparently he wants her to ship off her kids to boarding school in Switzerland. She's taking him out to dinner to break up with him tonight. Galadriel found out she made partner at her firm and her and her husband are expecting their third. And Haldir is getting divorced from his fourth wife. Why he wants to get married all the time is beyond me."
Winnie shook her head in amusement. " I still can't believe that you named your kids after character from a book." Mae gave her mother a look. " No just any book mother, its Lord of the Rings. It's a classic."
Her mother gave a chuckle. "I'm beginning to regret reading you that book." Winnie had read her that book when Mae's first husband died from a boating accident in the early 60's and she refused to get out of bed for a week. The only thing that finally did, was when the doctor told her she was excepting her first.
As Mae wiggled under the covers and spoke as she turned out the lamp. " And besides, I loved Arwen's name and had planned on naming her that. The other two, well we were hippies at the time and I wanted them to have 'far- out' names."
All was quite for a few seconds before Winnie bust out laughing. And soon Mae followed.
***
Well, I hope it was good. And Dracosweetie, I hope I lived up to your expectations.
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Winnie and Mae go back to Treegap.
Disclaimer: I don't own a blessed thing except for the daughter. I made her up.
Note: Okay so people don't get confused, I'm going back and forth with the flashbacks. So they might be when she has the kid or when she doesn't. And half the stuff that is being written is being pulled out of a black hat so......
Oh yeah remember this is the beginning of the 20th century that means five cents a day for working and boat loads of immigrants and those who could not get work because of idiots who refused to give them jobs.
***
They entered their hotel room and Winnie gave a sigh of gratitude at the sight of the twin beds. She was tired; time zone changes and just about everything was wearing her down. Especially the feeling she had been having for the past week.
She at first ignored it and as the days went by the more urgent the feeling became. The feeling always made her think of Treegap and her time with the Tucks. That's when she ran for the calendar in the kitchen and started counting the years, and with a start she realized that it was going to the a decade in three in a half days.
She remembered Jesse telling her that they came back to Treegap every ten years just to see how it was progressing and to see their parents. She then ran into her daughter's room and proceeded to tell her that she was to call into work and say that she wouldn't be able to come in for a few days. Of course Mae wasn't too happy about that being as she had woken her up at 3:41 in the morning.
Now the feeling was so strong, she wondered if it was going to let her get any sleep, the few hours and minutes that she caught didn't make up for almost a week of insomnia. She headed for the closest bed and sighed with relief as she relished the feeling of a soft mattress and pillow.
" Momma, I gonna use the phone." She saw the tired nod that her mother gave her and picked up the phone a dialed the numbers she knew by heart.
***
Winnie waited for the doctor to finish talking to her mother; she could hear him explaining that her daughter might be more comfortable talking about herself without her mother hovering in the background.
Even though her and her mother talked a little more openly with each other and she didn't quite treat her as a child her mother was still a control freak. Especially since two months had past since she had last seen Jesse Tuck.
The doctor came back in and gave her a smile. She liked him immediately; he had the Santa Clause look about him. That and she had known him since she was born, he helped deliver her.
He checked her for any sickness and any bodily harm, that might have lasted and on a whim he checked her stomach and at the time she thought it was funny that he was looking for stomach viruses that way. He had warned her that he was going to check her inside and out and she didn't know what that meant at the time but when he called in a nurse she thought she was gonna die when she explained what he was gonna do.
It would be an hour later when he was finished. He looked up at her, his face grave. " Winnie I'm going to ask you some personal questions and I need you to answer me as truthful as possible." Winnie got a sinking sensation in her stomach.
Dr. Rose, Winnie always giggled at that name and half the time she expected him to be waving a parasol with that kind of name, he asked her she had gotten her period yet, that question sent her face flaming red. He knew she did, her mother took her to him so that he could explain everything about it. He then asked her if she had it anytime in the last two months and it took her a few minutes to remember. She said she hadn't.
He then asked her " Winnie, do you know where babies come from?" She nodded her head yes. In a rebellious act against her parents she made friends with some of the servants and when her parents went away on business or to a party she would visit them and they always talked candid and she was even witness to a birth once.
He looked skeptical on that part and asked her where and if she could show him on a diagram of the female reproductive system. She showed him and he nodded his approval. Then he asked " Winnie, do you know how babies are made?"
This time she took her time nodding her head. Her blue eyes round like plates. He then took a deep breath. " Do you know what the act is?" The doctor knew that it was the same question just rephrased. He got the same answer. " Did you participate willing in this act?" He saw her head whip up at that question.
" Do you mean did he force me into that act. No. In fact he told me I could say no at any time but I didn't want it to stop." She admitted with blush. The doctor nodded in understanding. He and his wife may have been married thirty years but he still liked the ' act' as they were calling it.
Then she stopped him cold when she asked, " I'm going to have a child aren't I?" He looked at her and he studied her. Her face disbelief but her eyes held something. And with a start it was happiness and anxiety and fear.
The only time he had seen happiness in the eyes of an expecting mother was when she was married and they were trying. In his clinic in a city a few miles from here, he got a few streetwalkers or loose women when they realized that they were going to have a baby despair would be in their eyes.
Some would take drastic measure with herbs or take to the doctors in the back ally ways or would ask around for a couple that couldn't have babies if they would like to buy hers. Or the ones that truly broke his heart where the woman thought that they had no choice and took their own life.
He found this a change. He had expected her to be in despair as well, but she surprised him. And that for some reason filled him with relief and unnerved him at the same time. He stood up and looked directly at her. The rest of the visit was a blur and all day back at the house she could hear her mother crying and her father trying to console her.
That night she went down to the bar that was in the house and found her grandfather's flask and snuck out of the house. She sat down by the spring and played with the water. The first time she came her she made the decision not to drink the water, her mind agreeing with Tuck. Now she sat here again. Only this time with a purpose and a reason.
When she turned eighteen she was going to drink the water, she would have wanted to be older but Jesse was forever at 17. She had to let Jesse know that he was going to have a child and that she still loved him. She reached over and put the flask in the water and pulled it out and eyed the opening. Satisfied that it was the top she closed it and put it into the pockets of her skirts.
***
" All right, I love you too. Bye." Winnie watched as she hung up the phone. " How are they?" Mae shook her head in exasperation. " Arwen's fine, having trouble with her latest boyfriend. Apparently he wants her to ship off her kids to boarding school in Switzerland. She's taking him out to dinner to break up with him tonight. Galadriel found out she made partner at her firm and her and her husband are expecting their third. And Haldir is getting divorced from his fourth wife. Why he wants to get married all the time is beyond me."
Winnie shook her head in amusement. " I still can't believe that you named your kids after character from a book." Mae gave her mother a look. " No just any book mother, its Lord of the Rings. It's a classic."
Her mother gave a chuckle. "I'm beginning to regret reading you that book." Winnie had read her that book when Mae's first husband died from a boating accident in the early 60's and she refused to get out of bed for a week. The only thing that finally did, was when the doctor told her she was excepting her first.
As Mae wiggled under the covers and spoke as she turned out the lamp. " And besides, I loved Arwen's name and had planned on naming her that. The other two, well we were hippies at the time and I wanted them to have 'far- out' names."
All was quite for a few seconds before Winnie bust out laughing. And soon Mae followed.
***
Well, I hope it was good. And Dracosweetie, I hope I lived up to your expectations.