So who liked the last Chapter? Anyone? Anyone? Who cares?
Ch 14
" What's going on?" William asked coming out of the room.
" Well um let's just say that O'Hara got what he deserved." Anita said nervously.
Ebony looked down hiding her rather pleased smile.
" Well if he deserved it, I only wish I could have been there to see it." He smiled.
Anita took his arm as he escorted her back inside.
" Ebony, are you coming?" Anita asked turning around.
" Yes sorry, I was just thinking." She replied.
The three of them went back inside to check on Lillian.
" Lillian why don't we go-Lillian?" Anita asked.
She did a quick scan of the room and couldn't find the girl.
" Lillian? Where are you?" William asked.
They could hear whimpering from the other room and they all ran over to it.
Lillian was holding her head and making soft crying noises. Anita went over to her and checked on her.
" Lillian? Are you all right?" She asked.
" My head hurts." She replied.
" Did you hit it on something?"
Lillian nodded and climbed into Anita's arms.
" Okay let's go and make it better." She picked her up and carried her into the main room and sat with her.
William sat down in his chair and smiled at Anita.
" We'll have our own in a few months."
" Don't remind me." Anita groaned.
" Pardon me saying ma'am but you're rather fortunate, my mother had eight!" Ebony said.
" Well I guess you're right. I mean this is my first. Are you the eldest Ebony?" Anita asked.
" No I'm the second oldest, my brother John is the oldest. The youngest is five her name is Elizabeth." Ebony said sewing a blanket for the baby.
" And I had know idea. You should speak up more often Ebony. You're part of this family too." Anita said.
Lillian had drifted off to sleep again and Anita carried her off to bed. Today had been a busy day for her and everybody else. Another knock was at the door and William rose to open it.
" This damn door just keeps bringing more bad news doesn't it." He cursed opening it.
There stood a very tired looking General Sullivan.
" Sir! Come in." William helped him to the chair.
" Where's my daughter?" He demanded.
Anita came in from the other room and saw her father in the chair.
" Father? What are you doing here is something wrong with mother?" she asked.
" No, nothing is wrong. Your mother just wants Lillian back that's all."
" Can I bring her back tomorrow?" Anita asked.
" Yes, yes that's fine, I must be going. You take care of her colonel." General Sullivan said.
" I will sir." And with that he shut the door.
I hate that Chapter, any way does anyone know what type of maternity clothes they wore during the eighteenth century? I f you know would you be so kind as to tell me in your review. Thanks, Charlotte Norrington