Chapter 7
Hearing her little Jacks name was a heart stopping thing for Sophie. She had dreamed of meeting what may have been her grandchildren for so long, Michael her husband didn't share her views but that just didn't matter now. Little Marie stood before her looking confused.
"My lady, are you ok?" she asked. Why did her lady look so ill at the mention of her father?
"Hold on a minute, dear" said Sophie. She moved to her desk and pulled out an old photo album. She pulled out one of the pictures and showed it to Marie. Marie looked down on it confused. She saw a mother a father and a son. The little boy intrigued her. He was the most lovable child she'd ever seen. It was her papa.
"Papa" she said running her fingers across him. Tears began to spill down her face. She didn't care if she looked weak. His face. She could see his face. She hugged him to her chest and cried for him. Sophie had begun crying too.
"Darling." She said to Marie opening her arms. She let the young girl ran in to them and comforted her grandchild. Jacks little girl. The girl didn't move from her newly found grandmothers lap for quite some time but Sophie didn't mind. She didn't want to let the little one go. It was like if she was holding her frail body close then she was holding a tiny part of Jack. "Shush sweetheart grandmas here now." She croaked out.
"Grandma?" said Marie with a smile.
"Yes." said Sophie. "I never thought I'd met my own grandchild."
"Grandchildren, mamma was pregnant when I was taken from her and …" said Marie sadly. "I hope its ok. My baby brother."
"It's was a boy?"
"I don't know I just always had a feeling. I still have it when I think of mammas bump." She sighed with big tears falling still. "I love him so much."
"Oh my love. I am so sorry," said Sophie.
"What for, you aint done anything wrong."
"Yes I have." She said. Confused Marie fell in to her grandmother's tender embrace. Sophie cradled her little one in her arms for the first time …ever.
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Soon the afternoon was coming to an end. Marie had done next to no work that day. She instead has talk and got to know her grandma. Sophie was in a word amazing. Then a knock came on the door. Marie looked worried. She wasn't sure if Sophie wanted people to know the nature of there relationship.
"Look alive, dear." She said passing her granddaughter a duster. Marie moved to a window seal and duster maybe a little to fast and may of raised suspicion that something wasn't quite right but the messenger wasn't looking.
"a letter for you my lady" he said .
As he walked back down the corridor the messenger saw a hated man by all the servants. He's name was Richards.
"Sir" he said as a mark of respect. You didn't want to get on the wrong side of Richards. He was lord Andy's second and he could get you in terrible trouble. He was cruel to those whom he hated.
As he passed his mistress's room he saw her tears flowing down her face. But they were tears of joy. He watched as a young servant girl, Marie, he thought her name was went to there mistress's side.
"Oh my Marie." cried Sophie putting an arm round her. "It's your- your- my jack"
"Papa. My papa?"
"Yes, my love papas back" said Sophie. "He wants to meet us. Tonight! My little boy" Richards scowled. He remembered her little boy. More like little menace. And this was he's little girl by the sounds of things.
"Can Willie come?"
"Of course." He watched as the two sparrows embraced before rushing off to tell his master. The lady of the manor hadn't seen him. He was safe. But poor little Marie was not.
A/N: please don't kill me for the cliffy! Lol. Danger ahead!
Jinxeh: Jacks mum is a big softy. She wants to look after her little sparrows especially "her little boy". Any form of Elizabeth bashing is ok with me!
Trinity144: cliffys are mean but great fun to write!
Rose Noire du Mort: yeah it was a tad obvious. I hate my spelling and stuff that's why I write, because I love too for a start and it helps improve my English. If you need help with my plot if it confuses you don't hesitate ask! I'd rather you knew what's going on or you won't enjoy it so much and I want people to enjoy my stories!
DaddyJacklover: welcome aboard the story, missy! Enjoy!
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