"But you love her!" Miles protested.
"The time isn't right. She needs time to think." Jesse replied, his voice had a hint of anger.
"It's been nine months. Just check up on her."
"It's too soon."
"Damn it, Jesse, just check up on her!"
"No! It is too soon."
"If you really loved her, and trusted her to drink the water, you'd go and be with her while she makes the toughest decision of her life. You can't just expect to forever keep her waiting!"
"I'm sorry, Miles, but this is no concern of yours."
"Of course it is! If effects all of us!"
Jesse grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the carpenter's workshop at which Miles worked.
Miles sighed and sat on his stool. He hated when he fought with his brother like that. As much as he loved him, Jesse could be blind to what was going on around him. He was a fool.
A couple hours later, Joe Meyer, came in and inspected his employee's work.
He was a well build man in his late thirties. With his sleek, black hair and his baby blue eyes, he could still get the young girls to swoon.
"My wife just got back from getting supplies from Treegap today." He said pricing Miles' work.
"Really?" Miles asked picking up an old straw broom and started sweep up the little flakes of saw dust that sprinkled the floor. "What did Ol' Mary have to say?"
"She was looking around in the old general store when her good friend Mrs. Foster came in all dressed up as usual."
Miles swept a little slower when he heard the name 'Foster'.
"Well, anyways, Winifred, Mrs. Foster's daughter got kidnapped 'bout nine months ago; claimed that she went on her own free will. The 'nappers got away, and the sheriff got fired after he ran away, screaming from the whole deal."
Miles smiled at that.
"Winifred claimed the Tucks to be her friends, especially the younger one. People believed it too. But the real kicker is that Winifred is with child and due any day now. People think that her 'young friend', whom she had been with for only two days, is that father."
A/N: Well, what do you think? This is my first Tuck fic. r/r!!
"The time isn't right. She needs time to think." Jesse replied, his voice had a hint of anger.
"It's been nine months. Just check up on her."
"It's too soon."
"Damn it, Jesse, just check up on her!"
"No! It is too soon."
"If you really loved her, and trusted her to drink the water, you'd go and be with her while she makes the toughest decision of her life. You can't just expect to forever keep her waiting!"
"I'm sorry, Miles, but this is no concern of yours."
"Of course it is! If effects all of us!"
Jesse grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the carpenter's workshop at which Miles worked.
Miles sighed and sat on his stool. He hated when he fought with his brother like that. As much as he loved him, Jesse could be blind to what was going on around him. He was a fool.
A couple hours later, Joe Meyer, came in and inspected his employee's work.
He was a well build man in his late thirties. With his sleek, black hair and his baby blue eyes, he could still get the young girls to swoon.
"My wife just got back from getting supplies from Treegap today." He said pricing Miles' work.
"Really?" Miles asked picking up an old straw broom and started sweep up the little flakes of saw dust that sprinkled the floor. "What did Ol' Mary have to say?"
"She was looking around in the old general store when her good friend Mrs. Foster came in all dressed up as usual."
Miles swept a little slower when he heard the name 'Foster'.
"Well, anyways, Winifred, Mrs. Foster's daughter got kidnapped 'bout nine months ago; claimed that she went on her own free will. The 'nappers got away, and the sheriff got fired after he ran away, screaming from the whole deal."
Miles smiled at that.
"Winifred claimed the Tucks to be her friends, especially the younger one. People believed it too. But the real kicker is that Winifred is with child and due any day now. People think that her 'young friend', whom she had been with for only two days, is that father."
A/N: Well, what do you think? This is my first Tuck fic. r/r!!