Chapter 13:

"Pocahontas, Pocahontas?"

Her husband's soft voice floated on the air as he tried to awake his beloved; however his reply was a swinging hand that was aiming for his head.

"Pocahontas please, I know you're upset with me…"

The words became clearer to the Indian princess as she blinked open her dark eyes and gazed up at her husband's blue orbs.

"John," she said softly, as she gazed up at him.

"Pocahontas," his voice came back sounding soothing and calm; he did not want to bring up the events of the prior evening. However, the native princess rolled over and faced her husband as the morning sunlight poured through the window.

"I know the truth," Pocahontas said, "I know about Gabriela and you."

"Pocahontas, I did not…"

"Your mother told me everything," Pocahontas continued, "I understand why you did what you did. I love you John Smith, I love you for having such a good heart; I see now why you gave her that gold after you found out about that little girl that is your sister."

Pocahontas sighed, "I've been such a fool…"

"No my love," John whispered, "I have been the fool; I should have been honest with you."

"Please forgive me," Pocahontas said as she sighed and briefly closed her dark eyes. She opened them however, when she felt her husband's lips on her own. Sighing again although this time with content, John placed his arms around his wife and there growing child.

"John, I hope our child is a boy."

"Why?"

Pocahontas smiled as she gazed at her husband, "Because I know that is what a lot of men want."

John tried not to laugh at his wife's statement as he patted her stomach, "It does not matter what you deliver, and I don't care about that kind of thing."

The Indian woman shut her eyes again as her husband moved closer to her, pulling her as close to him as possible with out making her feel uncomfortable. The couple lay in silence for a while, until John began to run his hands throughout her silky hair. Pocahontas beamed up at her husband, for she knew that his hands would go other places than her hair that London morning.

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"You two are up late this morning," Jane joked with her brother and Pocahontas as they emerged out of there room, some time later that morning.

"Yes," Pocahontas replied, blushing at Jane's comment; fortunately no one noticed because of the color of her skin.

"Mother has breakfast on the table for you," Jane said as she walked past the couple and in to her own bedchamber. Pocahontas spoke as they headed down the stairs, "Do you have anything planned for us today?"

"Well, I could take you out around London again," John offered as they rounded the corner to see Alice at the basin in the kitchen washing the family dishes.

"I'm sorry mother," John spoke, "Pocahontas and I overslept this morning."

"It's alright," Alice replied, placing a plate of eggs and bread down on the table, then handing John two extra plates in order for him to put the food on them.

"Thank you," Pocahontas said as the two women shared a small smile and Pocahontas and John began to eat.

"Mother," John began after a few bites, "I'm taking Pocahontas out for the day, so you need not prepare lunch for us."

"You are taking Pocahontas out, in her condition?"

Alice questioned as the native princess placed down her fork and looked up at Alice's puzzled expression.

"John," the elder woman looked at her son, "I know you took her out yesterday, but she is due to give birth soon. It is not proper for a good English woman to be out in public during this time in her condition."

Pocahontas lowered her eyes, fear creeping up her spine at the thought of her being in this house until her babe would be born.

"Well, she is not English," John replied, much to Pocahontas's relief.

"But my son," Alice persisted, "She is nearly eight months. It's time to prepare for the birth."

"What must I do?"

Alice smiled at her daughter-in-law before answering, "You don't do anything but from now on you stay indoors until you have bore your child."

Pocahontas quietly gasped; this was not a custom that women did in her tribe. They would wait until just before the baby was to be born; then go off in an isolated place by water and give birth. However, the young Indian woman had another month to go; but she did not want to make John's mother unhappy.

"John it's alright," Pocahontas spoke, "I can stay in."

Alice grinned, "Don't worry about a thing Pocahontas, my daughters and I will see to it that you're kept very comfortable."

John sighed as they finished eating the late breakfast.

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A/N: Hi all!

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a long time, I have had major writer's block on every story!

I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to explain something. What just happened above to Pocahontas was considered normal; women would be kept in, "confinement," a few weeks before there baby was to be born. But don't worry; I promise these next few chapters won't be boring! Pocahontas may not leave the house for a while, but I hope things won't make you bored of this story!

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