"So you are saying that you are the father." Mrs. Foster stated slowly.
She was sitting in the parlor on her favorite over stuffed chair while Miles and Winnie sat side by side on a very uncomfortable sofa. Mr. and Mrs. Foster's lips were tight as they took in the news.
Miles, braking the silence, said, "Yes, m'am. We were not expecting this to happen, but I am going to take full responsibility for this and I will stay with her for.ever."
Mrs. Foster's eyebrows rose, as she looked him over. Winnie looked at Miles in a way she had never looked at him before.
Instead of seeing the cold mysterious Miles she had first met, she saw a charming, committed man who would do anything to do what was right. This must have been what he was like before....Winnie looked away, but she couldn't keep the end of her thought out of her mind. This must have been what he was like before he drank the water.
Miles grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Her heart stopped and her stomach fluttered. This feeling wasn't new to her. Jesse makes her feel this way, not Miles. She was in love with Jesse, not Miles, but then why was Miles here and not Jesse? Well, Miles had told her that his boss's wife, Mary Meyer, had a little chat with her mother and her mother, being the way she is and all, told Mrs. Meyer who told Mr. Meyer who told Miles who rushed over here and is now making her stomach flutter.
This was all too confusing.
"Well, I am most certainly glad that the father is a respectable man and not that Tuck."
She had said the name Tuck as if it was poison and Miles tightened up a little.
"I am afraid, Winifred, that when the baby is born there will not be enough room in this house to raise your family that you have now started." Mr. Foster exclaimed.
"What he means to say is that now that you have a supporter, dear, it is only right that you live in a house of your own. I don't mean that you should move across the country or anything too drastic. Perhaps we could build you a house across the street."
Winnie and Miles looked at each other and got the same idea.
"If it is alright with you, mother, the Tuck's old place didn't burn down completely. We could rebuild it and live there. It is out of the way, yet close to the town. It is the perfect location to start a family." Winnie said as grown up and proper as she could manage.
What she didn't add was that the house was far enough away that nobody would notice that Miles wont age and it was close enough that they could keep an eye on the spring.
"But Winifred.." Mrs. Foster started.
"I think that it is a great idea. From what Winnie-Winifred tells me, it sound like the ideal spot. It's a wonderful idea."
"Are you sure, Winifred?" Mr. Foster asked as if he asked one more time that they'd change their minds.
"Yes, we are quite sure." Winnie said with amazing tolerance.
"Well I honestly don't know how you could fix that old place up. It is practically impossible!" Mrs. Foster exclaimed.
"I am a very good carpenter and I am sure some of the towns men would help." Miles said. He chose to ignore her remark on his parent's house.
"Well, I guess it is settled then. You two better get ready for bed. I'll have Lisa send up a nightshirt for Mr. Jackson..."
"You can call me Miles."
"Mr. Jackson is fine for now."
Winnie stood up and grabbed Miles' arm and led him out of the room, embarrassed.
"I am so sorry about her." Winnie apologized.
"I'm sure she's fine once you get to know her." He replied as he helped Winnie walk up the stairs.
"Unfortunately it takes forever to get on her good side if you aren't part of the family."
"But, you forget, Winnie, I have all the time in the world."
"And, yet you spend it here."
Miles stopped and grabbed her hands and put them close to her heart.
"There is no other place I would rather be."
Winnie's breathing slowed as she slowly started to lean in closer him and he to her.
"I brought you the night shirt for Mr. Jackson, miss." came a voice from down the hall.
Winnie and Miles jerked apart and they both blushed furiously.
"Thank you, Lisa." Winnie said as Lisa walked over to them and handed her the article of clothing.
"You two have a good night together." The maid said slyly and walked away.
It hadn't dawned upon them until now that they were supposed to sleep together.
"I'll take the floor." Miles said.
A/N: This is a M/W fic and it will stay that way! r/r!
She was sitting in the parlor on her favorite over stuffed chair while Miles and Winnie sat side by side on a very uncomfortable sofa. Mr. and Mrs. Foster's lips were tight as they took in the news.
Miles, braking the silence, said, "Yes, m'am. We were not expecting this to happen, but I am going to take full responsibility for this and I will stay with her for.ever."
Mrs. Foster's eyebrows rose, as she looked him over. Winnie looked at Miles in a way she had never looked at him before.
Instead of seeing the cold mysterious Miles she had first met, she saw a charming, committed man who would do anything to do what was right. This must have been what he was like before....Winnie looked away, but she couldn't keep the end of her thought out of her mind. This must have been what he was like before he drank the water.
Miles grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Her heart stopped and her stomach fluttered. This feeling wasn't new to her. Jesse makes her feel this way, not Miles. She was in love with Jesse, not Miles, but then why was Miles here and not Jesse? Well, Miles had told her that his boss's wife, Mary Meyer, had a little chat with her mother and her mother, being the way she is and all, told Mrs. Meyer who told Mr. Meyer who told Miles who rushed over here and is now making her stomach flutter.
This was all too confusing.
"Well, I am most certainly glad that the father is a respectable man and not that Tuck."
She had said the name Tuck as if it was poison and Miles tightened up a little.
"I am afraid, Winifred, that when the baby is born there will not be enough room in this house to raise your family that you have now started." Mr. Foster exclaimed.
"What he means to say is that now that you have a supporter, dear, it is only right that you live in a house of your own. I don't mean that you should move across the country or anything too drastic. Perhaps we could build you a house across the street."
Winnie and Miles looked at each other and got the same idea.
"If it is alright with you, mother, the Tuck's old place didn't burn down completely. We could rebuild it and live there. It is out of the way, yet close to the town. It is the perfect location to start a family." Winnie said as grown up and proper as she could manage.
What she didn't add was that the house was far enough away that nobody would notice that Miles wont age and it was close enough that they could keep an eye on the spring.
"But Winifred.." Mrs. Foster started.
"I think that it is a great idea. From what Winnie-Winifred tells me, it sound like the ideal spot. It's a wonderful idea."
"Are you sure, Winifred?" Mr. Foster asked as if he asked one more time that they'd change their minds.
"Yes, we are quite sure." Winnie said with amazing tolerance.
"Well I honestly don't know how you could fix that old place up. It is practically impossible!" Mrs. Foster exclaimed.
"I am a very good carpenter and I am sure some of the towns men would help." Miles said. He chose to ignore her remark on his parent's house.
"Well, I guess it is settled then. You two better get ready for bed. I'll have Lisa send up a nightshirt for Mr. Jackson..."
"You can call me Miles."
"Mr. Jackson is fine for now."
Winnie stood up and grabbed Miles' arm and led him out of the room, embarrassed.
"I am so sorry about her." Winnie apologized.
"I'm sure she's fine once you get to know her." He replied as he helped Winnie walk up the stairs.
"Unfortunately it takes forever to get on her good side if you aren't part of the family."
"But, you forget, Winnie, I have all the time in the world."
"And, yet you spend it here."
Miles stopped and grabbed her hands and put them close to her heart.
"There is no other place I would rather be."
Winnie's breathing slowed as she slowly started to lean in closer him and he to her.
"I brought you the night shirt for Mr. Jackson, miss." came a voice from down the hall.
Winnie and Miles jerked apart and they both blushed furiously.
"Thank you, Lisa." Winnie said as Lisa walked over to them and handed her the article of clothing.
"You two have a good night together." The maid said slyly and walked away.
It hadn't dawned upon them until now that they were supposed to sleep together.
"I'll take the floor." Miles said.
A/N: This is a M/W fic and it will stay that way! r/r!