Disclaimer: This piece of paper in front of me that says I own them is fake... So, No, I don't own, No, I never will and Yes, they're going to be returned after this chapter...
A/N: So I hate you all! I was writing the next chap of Forgive (which was going okay) and then I got all these reviews... and Jessica and Edgar dropped their ideas for it, and did this instead. So, it's all your fault that Forgive doesn't have a new chap.
So, as it turns out, begging does work... and the virtual wombat didn't hurt either.
Charlotte McLeod folded the letter, placing it back into its worn envelope. She stood up from her position on the grass in front of her mother's grave, feeling, like she always did, a stronger connection to the woman who had given her life. She began the decent towards the house, moving slower than she usually did, somewhat impaired by her stomach. She remembered the first time she had come here, on her eighteenth birthday, and read the precious piece of paper. She was sure that she had fulfilled all her mother wished for her, become the person she was born to be, and now she would carry on the tradition. Her daughter would be born soon, and would grow up on this land that was rapidly being eaten up by touristy properties, more bent on making money than on preserving the land for future use.
When she got to the house, she was met by the pattering of feet. Her niece, six-year-old Stephanie, ran towards her, putting her hand out to see if the baby was kicking. Nine months, almost to the day, after her eighteenth birthday, Stevie and Alex had become grandparents for the first time. It had been strange, having a daughter and granddaughter who were only seven years apart. Lucy had loved it. She had her own, live Barbie doll to play with.
Several hours later, Charlotte was sitting, her legs up, reading quietly to Steph, when she felt a sharp pain in her back. She thought nothing of it, until the small girl's bed became wet. Four hours later, her daughter was born in her grandmother's room.
When it came to naming the child, she changed her mind, yet again because of the date. Today Claire would have been 50. It only seemed fair to name her first grandchild after her.
A/N: Thanks for staying with me through all of this. If you want a follow up- TOO BAD! Write it yourself. :P
