Chapter 9:

It wasn't the usual bright sunlight that woke Pocahontas the next morning. It was her husband, gently nudging her awake.

"John?"

Pocahontas yawned, rubbing her eyes from sleep, "what's wrong?"

"Pocahontas," his soft voice said her name as his body moved closer to her own, "I love you."

Pocahontas lay back down, snuggling up to John, "I love you as well, but what is wrong, where were you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I woke up earlier tonight, and I didn't feel you beside me."

"I went out for a short time," John replied.

"Where did you go?"

"That's not important," he whispered, wrapping his arms around his wife and slowly kissing her.

"John, what?"

He didn't allow her to finish, he didn't want her to finish, he needed her, wanted her. As he deeply kissed her, he shut his eyes, trying to make Gabriela's face leave his mind. Pocahontas sighed and made a sound of pleasure as he removed her nightdress and began touching her skin.

"Pocahontas," he whispered, "do you trust me?"

The native woman opened her dark eyes, "yes John, with everything I have."

There was no answer, there didn't need to be as they slowly and passionately began to enjoy one another. John ran his hands through out her hair, enjoying the soft feel of it as she stared up at him, her eyes filled with love and trust. Pocahontas arched her neck as John began kissing it, running his lips over its smoothness. Pocahontas pulled him closer to her, burying her face in his soft blond hair. Breathing his scent deeply, an unfamiliar smell penetrated her nose. Breathing again, the smell began to register in her mind and she slowly pulled away from her husband.

"John," she whispered, "your hair, it smells like smoke."

The man raised his head to look at her before replying, "I was at a place…"

"Where were you?"

John sighed, "I don't think where I've been is what matters, what matters are that I'm home, with you."

He bent to claim her lips again, as she turned her head away from him. She shut her eyes, and in taking her husband's hand, placed it on her naked stomach.

"Do you feel that John? That's the feel of our baby, our baby moving."

It was true, the baby made several kicks under John's hand.

"I know, I understand, I wasn't anywhere horrible; I can not tell you where I've been."

"John, I trust you, please don't hide things from me."

"Pocahontas, if you trust me you'll let it go."

"John…"

"You'll let it go."

Pocahontas sighed, as husband and wife enjoyed one another's bodies until the first rays of sun made its way through the curtains, and the couple fell asleep.

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Morning had come rather late to the Smith household, and it awoke Pocahontas from her slumber. Sitting up, she carefully moved away from her sleeping husband. Getting out of bed, she put on her nightdress and opened the bedroom door. Looking around, she could hear voices coming from the downstair's kitchen. Walking down the steps, she encountered Alice as she rounded the corner, in order to go up them. When she saw Pocahontas however, her eyes grew wide.

"Oh my dear, you shouldn't be seen like that!"

Alice exclaimed, moving closer to the Indian woman.

"What's wrong?"

Pocahontas inquired, as Anne's voice could be heard in the small kitchen, "mom, I'd like my eggs now please."

"Run upstairs and get dressed," Alice said as she turned and began walking to the kitchen, "and wash up before you do so."

Bewildered, Pocahontas turned and was beginning her way up the stairs, when a man's figure blocked her way.

"Where are you going in that?"

The man snapped, looking the woman up and down her body. Pocahontas looked in George Smith's eyes, "I was going upstairs to wash sir."

"You didn't know to do that before you come down those stairs?"

"Well I, I didn't know where to go…"

George moved closer to her, which caused Pocahontas to take a step back, "may I be able to pass sir?"

Before Pocahontas could protest, George had grabbed her with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other one, pinning her back against the wall.

"Next time girl I wouldn't be straying very far from your husband," he grinned, his green eyes dark with lust, "because my wife has not been for filling her duties, like you obviously have. You look just like a whore I bedded once, ripe with child she was, had it two days later." The man smirked at her, "keep well my dear."

He let go of her then and brushed right past her, walking down towards the kitchen, greeting his wife and children. Trembling, Pocahontas made it the last few steps to the room that she was staying in with John, and sat down on the bed.

'Do I tell John?'

The woman decided not to, not wanting to cause unrest in her husband's family. She knew that John would believe her, but the backlash that the both of them would get from his family scared her. She would take the elder Smith's advice, she'd stay with John, and she knew that no harm would come to her by doing so. Lying back down, her hands encircled her stomach, feeling safe in her babe's movements and her husband's warmth.

End Of Chapter 9-

A/N: I know I know, a short chapter, I'm sorry! I wanted to update this story, plus I thought that would be a good spot to end it…

What will happen to Pocahontas...will anything? What about more of John's past? What's up with George doing that to Pocahontas? Please keep reading! Thank you so much, everyone!

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