Miles paced outside Winnie's room, listening to her as she cried out in pain. He had put her in a wagon that was around at the work site that was used to haul wood. The women rushed her upstairs and a midwife was soon found. Miles wanted to be in there with her more than anything. He was there when Catharine gave birth the Anna and Beau, but he wasn't about to argue that.

It had been two hours and the more he paced, the more his stomach turned. Suddenly the room was quiet and a high-pitched scream filled the air.

Miles rushed to the door.

"May I come in now?" He asked urgently.

"Yes!" Winnie cried.

He burst in through the door and rushed to Winnie's side. She was drenched with sweat and she looked tired. She was holding something small in her arms.

"It's a girl!" she said smiling, "I have a girl!"

Miles had a niece.

"We have a girl. Our daughter." She continued.

Miles had a daughter.

Before he could say anything Mrs. Foster asked, "Have you a name for the child?"

Winnie looked at from hr mother to Miles and then to her child.

"Anna." She said.

"And a middle name?" Mrs. Foster asked.

"Marie." Miles said.

"Anna Marie Jackson. I like it." The midwife commented cleaning up.

"Me too." Winnie agreed staring into Miles' eyes, "Me too."

THE END

Or is it?

A/N: Done!!! Weeee!!! I am thinking about writing an epilogue so it really isn't THE END, but I like to think it is so. Oh well. Look forward to having EVERYTHING all tied together.