Chapter 3
*Flashback*
"Son?"
Sixteen-year-old Thomas heard his mother's voice through the door of his
room.
"Yes, mother, I'm coming," Thomas replied as he ajusted his hat and opened
the door.
"The young lady is waiting Thomas, she's in the sitting room."
He silently followed his mother, Martha toward the small outlit that served
as a sitting room. Thomas sighed before his mother moved aside to allow
him to enter the room.
"Miss Winters?"
Thomas inquired of the young red-headed woman that sat neatly on the sofa.
"Yes?"
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Thomas said, walking across the room and
took the girl's hand in his. He briefly kissed it before letting go.
"Would you like some refreshments Miss Winters?"
******
It was set just a few weeks later, Thomas and Catherine Winter's were
to be married.
"It's a fine match," Thomas's father said, "a good prodastent girl, comes
from a good family, and you two seem to get on well enough."
"Yes father," Thomas replied, "tis a fine match."
In truth, Thomas was not lying;Catherine was a cheerful, beautiful woman of
fifteen years. She would make a good bride and the dowry had already been
payed. The wedding date had been set for June tenth. The couple had
courted for two months and both families had gotten together and decided
there children's future.
******
"Thomas, are you ready?"
Martha's voice rang through the door, waking Thomas from a night of fitful
sleep.
"Son?"
Thomas stumbled out of bed and crossed the room to the wash stand that
stood in the corner of his room.
Today, was June tenth.
********
"It's simpley beautiful Thomas," Catherine said as he carried her tiny
frame over to there wedding bed.
"So are you Cate," he whispered as he gentley lowered her to the soft
bedding beneath them. He removed her night dress and heard her gasp as he
gazed at her virgin body.
"Cate?"
He whispered, "are you alright?"
"Yes Thomas, I am fine," she replied, her voice no more than a whisper over
the light rain that fell outside. He quietly undressed in front of her
and gentley held her. He knew the pain that he was about to inflict on his
sweet wife.
"I love you Cate," he whispered as he kissed the softness of her red hair.
She made no reply as he gentley kissed her again.
********
It wasn't long before Catherine began warming up to the fact that Thomas
was her husband, and even less time before she had become with child.
Thomas was overjoyed at the news of his new wife already giving him a
child. Over the months, Thomas and Catherine had begun to fall in love.
"Thomas, can you help me please?"
Catherine inquired as she knelt by there garden in the back of the house.
"Here," he said as he lifted her into his arms, "I'll carry you back
towards the house."
She giggled as he sat her down in a chair by the fire and went to fix her a
cup of tea.
"I am the wife," she chited, "that's not your duty."
"Tis not yours ither," he said as he handed it to her, "careful with that."
He sat at her feet, watching her as she took a few tentative sips, "the
babe's been moving a lot."
"Oh?"
Thomas asked as he placed a hand over her swollen middle, "you are going to
make a wonderful mother."
Thomas said and kissed her as she smiled lovingly up at him.
******
"Thomas? Thomas?"
Catherine's frightened voice shook him from sleep one cold Febuary night.
"What is it?"
He inquired as he rubbed his eyes from sleep, "Cate?"
He inquired again when she didn't answer.
"My time's come early," she stated as another pain gripped her.
As quick as lightening, Thomas got dressed and ran out into the bitterly
cold night in search of the local midwife.
*********
Thomas sat in a chair in the kitchen of his house while Catherine labored
just a few feet away in there bedroom. His mother had come bye and offered
for him to spend the night at his old home but Thomas refused. He had to
be here, in case she needed him.
A blood-curdling scream brought Thomas out of his thoughts as he raced to
the bedchamber door, unseen by the midwife.
"That's it mamm, keep bearing down and push now!"
The midwife said as Catherine let out another high-pitched scream, followed
by a long, drawn out wheil of a baby. Not caring if the midwife shoed him
away, Thomas burst through the door.
"Sir!"
The woman shouted but Thomas wasted no time in going to his wife's side.
"Thomas," Cate said, her voice weak and face and hair wet with sweat.
"I'm here Cate, I'm here," he said as he knelt by her, gathering her close
to him. Her once pink skin was ghostly pale as beads of sweat ran between
her eyes.
"Meet your son," she whispered.
"How is he?"
"He is small sir," the elder woman replied handing him to Catherine to be
nursed.
"You did well mamm," the woman prazed her as she rose and cleaned off
Catherine.
"I want to sleep," Cate said, bringing Thomas back to reality.
"Yes, darling," Thomas said as he kissed her cheek. Before he pulled away,
her small hand reached up and touched his cheek.
"Thomas, I love you to, I always have."
He stood and patted his son's head, "Thomas, please move on with your life.
Do not grieve so over me."
"Don't say that, you'll be alright, you need rest."
She gripped his hand, "go on with your life."
"I will Catherine," he said, his voice choked with unshed tears.
He kissed her again as she closed her eyes.
********
Cold, a heavy cold awoke him the next morning, along with a soft knock
on the bedchamber door.
"Sir," the midwife, Anne said.
"How is she?"
"She's gone sir," Anne replied, her eyes somber.
"No, I spoke to her last night--"
He said as he swallowed back the lump that formed in his throat.
"Our son?"
"He's past on as well, she was to young, to tiny for the birth."
A soft but cold rain fell as they barried Catherine's and Thomas's son.
Thomas stood quietly as the families said final preyers and turned away
from the cold grave.
"Thomas, come back to the house," Martha said, lying a comforting hand on
her son's shoulder. The man just shook his head, "go on mom, I'll be
along."
Once everyone had left, the boy fell to his knees and whept over
Catherine's fresh grave.
"I-I'm so I'm so sorry Cate, I love you, I'm sorry!"
Thomas sobbed, "why Lord why?!" He cried for what seemed like hours
begging Catherine to forgive him. He was always taught that things
happened for a reason; but, as Thomas dried his tears and heavily got to
his feet, he preyed that God would show him the reason why soon.
*****End of flashback****
"I wanted to end it all, I went down to the inn that was at the docks,"
"What happened there?"
Pocahontas asked, looking in Thomas's blue eyes.
"I met this whore, I was tempted to have her for the night but I didn't
instead, I drank until there was no more pain to feel. The next morning, I
made my way down to the docks and signed up for whatever ship was leaving
England. I spent a year in Europe, and when I was back in London and heard
about the Virginia company I took the chance."
"Why do you feel gilty?"
"I could've waited to make love to her, she was to small to give birth, I
should've waited I should've done something to help her I..."
"Thomas, it was not your falt, you could not have known."
"That's the same thing for you Pocahontas."
"Thomas, it's different."
"How?"
Pocahontas hung her head in thought, "I know you are right but, how did you
get over Catherine?"
"She wanted me to move on and I did, John would want the same for you
Pocahontas, he would not want to see you like this."
He stood up as he glanced towards the sun, "I must leave for JamesTown."
"Shal I walk with you?"
"No, have a good day Pocahontas, think about what I've said."
He left her then as she looked at herself in the river below.
********
A few more days past and everyone began to notice a slight change in
Pocahontas's attitude. She spent more time with Nakoma and was less
distraught. Even her father was surprised to learn that she had agreed to
court Mojag.
*~*~*~*~ End of chapter 3;if anyone has thoughts or ideas than please tell
me! Also, thanks to Shannon (you know who you are..) for the name of
Thomas's wife and a few other details about Thomas's past!
:))))))
Also, I wanna thank the reviewers!
1. Lareine Descoeurs: Yes, there are spelling mistakes but I don't have a
spell checker, check my Bio. for more info about that. Thanks for the
complament! Please continue to read!
2. Babyd26: thanks and here's chapter 3 for you;I hope you like it!
3. Kioa: what does KUTGW stand for? Thanks for the review!!
Don't be shy, say whatever you want about this! *thinks* Oh yeah; it may
seem formal with how Thomas and everyone talks;but, that's how they talked
back then. I know it's not the, "movie talk," but I figured to have some
accuracies..lol!!
Next update soon!!
R/R!!
*Flashback*
"Son?"
Sixteen-year-old Thomas heard his mother's voice through the door of his
room.
"Yes, mother, I'm coming," Thomas replied as he ajusted his hat and opened
the door.
"The young lady is waiting Thomas, she's in the sitting room."
He silently followed his mother, Martha toward the small outlit that served
as a sitting room. Thomas sighed before his mother moved aside to allow
him to enter the room.
"Miss Winters?"
Thomas inquired of the young red-headed woman that sat neatly on the sofa.
"Yes?"
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Thomas said, walking across the room and
took the girl's hand in his. He briefly kissed it before letting go.
"Would you like some refreshments Miss Winters?"
******
It was set just a few weeks later, Thomas and Catherine Winter's were
to be married.
"It's a fine match," Thomas's father said, "a good prodastent girl, comes
from a good family, and you two seem to get on well enough."
"Yes father," Thomas replied, "tis a fine match."
In truth, Thomas was not lying;Catherine was a cheerful, beautiful woman of
fifteen years. She would make a good bride and the dowry had already been
payed. The wedding date had been set for June tenth. The couple had
courted for two months and both families had gotten together and decided
there children's future.
******
"Thomas, are you ready?"
Martha's voice rang through the door, waking Thomas from a night of fitful
sleep.
"Son?"
Thomas stumbled out of bed and crossed the room to the wash stand that
stood in the corner of his room.
Today, was June tenth.
********
"It's simpley beautiful Thomas," Catherine said as he carried her tiny
frame over to there wedding bed.
"So are you Cate," he whispered as he gentley lowered her to the soft
bedding beneath them. He removed her night dress and heard her gasp as he
gazed at her virgin body.
"Cate?"
He whispered, "are you alright?"
"Yes Thomas, I am fine," she replied, her voice no more than a whisper over
the light rain that fell outside. He quietly undressed in front of her
and gentley held her. He knew the pain that he was about to inflict on his
sweet wife.
"I love you Cate," he whispered as he kissed the softness of her red hair.
She made no reply as he gentley kissed her again.
********
It wasn't long before Catherine began warming up to the fact that Thomas
was her husband, and even less time before she had become with child.
Thomas was overjoyed at the news of his new wife already giving him a
child. Over the months, Thomas and Catherine had begun to fall in love.
"Thomas, can you help me please?"
Catherine inquired as she knelt by there garden in the back of the house.
"Here," he said as he lifted her into his arms, "I'll carry you back
towards the house."
She giggled as he sat her down in a chair by the fire and went to fix her a
cup of tea.
"I am the wife," she chited, "that's not your duty."
"Tis not yours ither," he said as he handed it to her, "careful with that."
He sat at her feet, watching her as she took a few tentative sips, "the
babe's been moving a lot."
"Oh?"
Thomas asked as he placed a hand over her swollen middle, "you are going to
make a wonderful mother."
Thomas said and kissed her as she smiled lovingly up at him.
******
"Thomas? Thomas?"
Catherine's frightened voice shook him from sleep one cold Febuary night.
"What is it?"
He inquired as he rubbed his eyes from sleep, "Cate?"
He inquired again when she didn't answer.
"My time's come early," she stated as another pain gripped her.
As quick as lightening, Thomas got dressed and ran out into the bitterly
cold night in search of the local midwife.
*********
Thomas sat in a chair in the kitchen of his house while Catherine labored
just a few feet away in there bedroom. His mother had come bye and offered
for him to spend the night at his old home but Thomas refused. He had to
be here, in case she needed him.
A blood-curdling scream brought Thomas out of his thoughts as he raced to
the bedchamber door, unseen by the midwife.
"That's it mamm, keep bearing down and push now!"
The midwife said as Catherine let out another high-pitched scream, followed
by a long, drawn out wheil of a baby. Not caring if the midwife shoed him
away, Thomas burst through the door.
"Sir!"
The woman shouted but Thomas wasted no time in going to his wife's side.
"Thomas," Cate said, her voice weak and face and hair wet with sweat.
"I'm here Cate, I'm here," he said as he knelt by her, gathering her close
to him. Her once pink skin was ghostly pale as beads of sweat ran between
her eyes.
"Meet your son," she whispered.
"How is he?"
"He is small sir," the elder woman replied handing him to Catherine to be
nursed.
"You did well mamm," the woman prazed her as she rose and cleaned off
Catherine.
"I want to sleep," Cate said, bringing Thomas back to reality.
"Yes, darling," Thomas said as he kissed her cheek. Before he pulled away,
her small hand reached up and touched his cheek.
"Thomas, I love you to, I always have."
He stood and patted his son's head, "Thomas, please move on with your life.
Do not grieve so over me."
"Don't say that, you'll be alright, you need rest."
She gripped his hand, "go on with your life."
"I will Catherine," he said, his voice choked with unshed tears.
He kissed her again as she closed her eyes.
********
Cold, a heavy cold awoke him the next morning, along with a soft knock
on the bedchamber door.
"Sir," the midwife, Anne said.
"How is she?"
"She's gone sir," Anne replied, her eyes somber.
"No, I spoke to her last night--"
He said as he swallowed back the lump that formed in his throat.
"Our son?"
"He's past on as well, she was to young, to tiny for the birth."
A soft but cold rain fell as they barried Catherine's and Thomas's son.
Thomas stood quietly as the families said final preyers and turned away
from the cold grave.
"Thomas, come back to the house," Martha said, lying a comforting hand on
her son's shoulder. The man just shook his head, "go on mom, I'll be
along."
Once everyone had left, the boy fell to his knees and whept over
Catherine's fresh grave.
"I-I'm so I'm so sorry Cate, I love you, I'm sorry!"
Thomas sobbed, "why Lord why?!" He cried for what seemed like hours
begging Catherine to forgive him. He was always taught that things
happened for a reason; but, as Thomas dried his tears and heavily got to
his feet, he preyed that God would show him the reason why soon.
*****End of flashback****
"I wanted to end it all, I went down to the inn that was at the docks,"
"What happened there?"
Pocahontas asked, looking in Thomas's blue eyes.
"I met this whore, I was tempted to have her for the night but I didn't
instead, I drank until there was no more pain to feel. The next morning, I
made my way down to the docks and signed up for whatever ship was leaving
England. I spent a year in Europe, and when I was back in London and heard
about the Virginia company I took the chance."
"Why do you feel gilty?"
"I could've waited to make love to her, she was to small to give birth, I
should've waited I should've done something to help her I..."
"Thomas, it was not your falt, you could not have known."
"That's the same thing for you Pocahontas."
"Thomas, it's different."
"How?"
Pocahontas hung her head in thought, "I know you are right but, how did you
get over Catherine?"
"She wanted me to move on and I did, John would want the same for you
Pocahontas, he would not want to see you like this."
He stood up as he glanced towards the sun, "I must leave for JamesTown."
"Shal I walk with you?"
"No, have a good day Pocahontas, think about what I've said."
He left her then as she looked at herself in the river below.
********
A few more days past and everyone began to notice a slight change in
Pocahontas's attitude. She spent more time with Nakoma and was less
distraught. Even her father was surprised to learn that she had agreed to
court Mojag.
*~*~*~*~ End of chapter 3;if anyone has thoughts or ideas than please tell
me! Also, thanks to Shannon (you know who you are..) for the name of
Thomas's wife and a few other details about Thomas's past!
:))))))
Also, I wanna thank the reviewers!
1. Lareine Descoeurs: Yes, there are spelling mistakes but I don't have a
spell checker, check my Bio. for more info about that. Thanks for the
complament! Please continue to read!
2. Babyd26: thanks and here's chapter 3 for you;I hope you like it!
3. Kioa: what does KUTGW stand for? Thanks for the review!!
Don't be shy, say whatever you want about this! *thinks* Oh yeah; it may
seem formal with how Thomas and everyone talks;but, that's how they talked
back then. I know it's not the, "movie talk," but I figured to have some
accuracies..lol!!
Next update soon!!
R/R!!
