Bill looked at Abigail, and studied her. He was
trying very hard to register what she had just told him, but he wasn't
quite sure to either make this a bad thing or a good thing. In a way it was
a good thing, but in a way it was a bad thing. Some thoughts as if how his
father was going to take it crept into his mind,
"So you're pregnant?" He repeated what she had just told him a few moments earlier,
"Yes," She bit her lip to prevent tears from coming down her eyes, "I can't marry Edward,"
"Don't worry," He pulled her in for a hug, "You're not going to."
"Are you mad at me?" She asked looking up at him,
"How could I be mad?" He smiled, "A little surprised but not mad." He pulled her in for a kiss and cut it short, "Its mine, right?"
"Of course!" Her eyes widened, "Who else could it be, Mr. Turner?"
"I just was checking." He joked, and kissed her again, "I love you."
Will starred at his wife, and she looked at him,
"Elizabeth are you sure?" He asked,
"Yes, Will," She smiled, "Abigail told me herself,"
"And it's Bill's?" He asked again,
"Will!" She turned sharply towards him, "Abigail is a respectable girl!" He just looked down and she growled at him, "Will...."
"It's just," He sighed, "I thought I could trust him,"
"Well they're in love and their getting married," She nodded, "I see nothing wrong with that," She got into their bed, "You know Will we were just like them, without the child,"
"I know, but this is different." He sighed climbing in next to her, "This is our child and his fiancée we're talking about."
"What's the difference?" She asked, "We are children too in some perspective." She blew the candle out, and lay down in the bed, and Will wrapped his arms around her, "What done is done, and we can't change the past,"
"You're right." He sighed, and a slight silence came between them, "We should start looking for convents for the girls."
"I heard daddy wants to send us to the convent." Naomi whispered to the other bed where her sister lay in the dark,
"What's that?" Natalie asked,
"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good for us." She answered, "I think it's because of Abigail,"
"Why what about Abigail?" Natalie propped herself up on one arm, "You mean about her having a baby?"
"Yeah." She nodded,
"But her and Bill are getting married," She whispered,
"What about her father's will?" Naomi asked,
"I forgot about that..."
Cleo was headed downstairs, no one was up yet, and she was hoping to get some cookies from the kitchen hoping Becky was still sleeping as well, when there was a knock at the door, and she went to answer it since no one was around. Hoping it was Gabe to come whisk her away, but got another surprise,
"Edward!" Cleo smiled and mumbled, "How good to see you, so early in the morning'!"
"I'm sorry I'm showing up uninvited, and so early but I need to ask you something." He seemed urgent, "Is there somewhere where we can talk privately?"
"I think the gardens open," She offered, and she took his arm while he lead her there. They went to the most hidden part, "So, James what is it that you want?"
"Clarissa there is no doubt in my mind that you have heard the rumors about Abigail's father's will," She nodded slowly as he kept going, "I wished them not to be true but they are, and I'm afraid that I would be breaking Bill's happiness as well as hers, I know we haven't known each other long, but I have a feeling that we could get to know each other,"
"Edward,"
"I'm not asking you for marriage," He took in a breath, "I'm asking you to be my fiancée," She starred at him, and she felt eyes upon them as they were talking and she quickly glanced behind her and saw the twins see her glancing at them and dodged behind a bush, and she began to wish they weren't there, and she sighed. Her father would come and get her soon, hopefully, and she would be back with Gabe,
"So you're not asking for marriage?" She wanted to get this correct,
"No," He said plainly, "I do not want to ruin Abigail and Bill's happiness,"
"Alright Edward," She shrugged, "I'll be you're fiancée."
"Thank you Clarissa!" He kissed her cheek, and began to leave,
"Edward!" She shouted at him, and he stopped and turned towards her, "How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen," He answered, "Why?"
"I was just wondering." She shrugged and watched him leave, "Alright girlies you can come out." The twins came out looking a bit guilty, but they were smiling all the same,
"You're going to marry Edward!" They jumped up and down and ran to her, and chanted the little saying, and did a little dance around her,
"Now, Abigail and Bill can marry!" Naomi clapped her hands together,
"Alright, alright," She sighed, "That's enough, I'm only doin' this for a favor and cause, I'm not goin' to be here long."
"That's a pity, cause you can James make a good couple when you're dressed like a lady." Naomi inquired,
"Well I don't like dressin' like a lady." Cleo smiled at the little girl in the sweetest yet fakest way possible,
"He's better than that Gabe," Natalie made a face, "I don't like him,"
"You don't know him," Cleo sighed,
"So?" She looked at her, "He's nice looking, but I don't like him,"
"You still don't know him," She looked down at the little girl,
"So?" Natalie placed her hands on her hips,
"You...." Cleo caught herself, and then she mumbled to herself, "why am I fighting with a six year old?" What Cleo didn't know was that Natalie heard her,
"I'm nine."
"So you're pregnant?" He repeated what she had just told him a few moments earlier,
"Yes," She bit her lip to prevent tears from coming down her eyes, "I can't marry Edward,"
"Don't worry," He pulled her in for a hug, "You're not going to."
"Are you mad at me?" She asked looking up at him,
"How could I be mad?" He smiled, "A little surprised but not mad." He pulled her in for a kiss and cut it short, "Its mine, right?"
"Of course!" Her eyes widened, "Who else could it be, Mr. Turner?"
"I just was checking." He joked, and kissed her again, "I love you."
Will starred at his wife, and she looked at him,
"Elizabeth are you sure?" He asked,
"Yes, Will," She smiled, "Abigail told me herself,"
"And it's Bill's?" He asked again,
"Will!" She turned sharply towards him, "Abigail is a respectable girl!" He just looked down and she growled at him, "Will...."
"It's just," He sighed, "I thought I could trust him,"
"Well they're in love and their getting married," She nodded, "I see nothing wrong with that," She got into their bed, "You know Will we were just like them, without the child,"
"I know, but this is different." He sighed climbing in next to her, "This is our child and his fiancée we're talking about."
"What's the difference?" She asked, "We are children too in some perspective." She blew the candle out, and lay down in the bed, and Will wrapped his arms around her, "What done is done, and we can't change the past,"
"You're right." He sighed, and a slight silence came between them, "We should start looking for convents for the girls."
"I heard daddy wants to send us to the convent." Naomi whispered to the other bed where her sister lay in the dark,
"What's that?" Natalie asked,
"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good for us." She answered, "I think it's because of Abigail,"
"Why what about Abigail?" Natalie propped herself up on one arm, "You mean about her having a baby?"
"Yeah." She nodded,
"But her and Bill are getting married," She whispered,
"What about her father's will?" Naomi asked,
"I forgot about that..."
Cleo was headed downstairs, no one was up yet, and she was hoping to get some cookies from the kitchen hoping Becky was still sleeping as well, when there was a knock at the door, and she went to answer it since no one was around. Hoping it was Gabe to come whisk her away, but got another surprise,
"Edward!" Cleo smiled and mumbled, "How good to see you, so early in the morning'!"
"I'm sorry I'm showing up uninvited, and so early but I need to ask you something." He seemed urgent, "Is there somewhere where we can talk privately?"
"I think the gardens open," She offered, and she took his arm while he lead her there. They went to the most hidden part, "So, James what is it that you want?"
"Clarissa there is no doubt in my mind that you have heard the rumors about Abigail's father's will," She nodded slowly as he kept going, "I wished them not to be true but they are, and I'm afraid that I would be breaking Bill's happiness as well as hers, I know we haven't known each other long, but I have a feeling that we could get to know each other,"
"Edward,"
"I'm not asking you for marriage," He took in a breath, "I'm asking you to be my fiancée," She starred at him, and she felt eyes upon them as they were talking and she quickly glanced behind her and saw the twins see her glancing at them and dodged behind a bush, and she began to wish they weren't there, and she sighed. Her father would come and get her soon, hopefully, and she would be back with Gabe,
"So you're not asking for marriage?" She wanted to get this correct,
"No," He said plainly, "I do not want to ruin Abigail and Bill's happiness,"
"Alright Edward," She shrugged, "I'll be you're fiancée."
"Thank you Clarissa!" He kissed her cheek, and began to leave,
"Edward!" She shouted at him, and he stopped and turned towards her, "How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen," He answered, "Why?"
"I was just wondering." She shrugged and watched him leave, "Alright girlies you can come out." The twins came out looking a bit guilty, but they were smiling all the same,
"You're going to marry Edward!" They jumped up and down and ran to her, and chanted the little saying, and did a little dance around her,
"Now, Abigail and Bill can marry!" Naomi clapped her hands together,
"Alright, alright," She sighed, "That's enough, I'm only doin' this for a favor and cause, I'm not goin' to be here long."
"That's a pity, cause you can James make a good couple when you're dressed like a lady." Naomi inquired,
"Well I don't like dressin' like a lady." Cleo smiled at the little girl in the sweetest yet fakest way possible,
"He's better than that Gabe," Natalie made a face, "I don't like him,"
"You don't know him," Cleo sighed,
"So?" She looked at her, "He's nice looking, but I don't like him,"
"You still don't know him," She looked down at the little girl,
"So?" Natalie placed her hands on her hips,
"You...." Cleo caught herself, and then she mumbled to herself, "why am I fighting with a six year old?" What Cleo didn't know was that Natalie heard her,
"I'm nine."