They had gotten home very late that night, and Jon knew how tired Thayet must have been; she had fallen asleep in his arms on the way home. Now, Thayet lay sleeping in their room. She slept so silently, so peacefully. He was glad to finally have her back. One thing was on his mind that day. Where was she?
Thayet had told him that their baby was a beautiful baby girl with thin, blond curls and soft, white skin. His baby. His first baby, and where was she? Jonathan didn't know. He didn't know anything. He recalled the events of that night.
FLASHBACK:
"Jon, she's gone. Our baby is gone." Thayet was sobbing so hard it was breaking Jon's heart, but even more, he would never lay eyes on his baby. His daughter. His eldest. Thayet ran upstairs. Jon decided that he should follow.
He ran up the stairs after his sobbing wife, both worried and scared. Where was she going? He followed her into a room where the bed wasn't made, clothing was strewn everywhere and the window was wide open. Thayet seemed to wail when she saw this. What was going on?
"Thayet, sweet, come here." Thayet flung herself at her husband, weeping all over his clothing. He didn't mind. He wanted to know why Thayet was so delirious. He waited till she had calmed down a little, then asked her what was going on.
"What happened. Why this room?" Thayet choked up like she was deaf and couldn't hear him. It was like she didn't remember. "Sweet?" She looked at him with blank eyes and a look of awe on her face, but she didn't speak. He let go of her and searched the room, knowing he wouldn't get an answer out of her.
"Jon, I'm tired. Can we go home?" Her little squeak of a voice was so quiet, only Jon heard. He was startled to hear her speak; he thought she was in a trance or something. He turned around, and smiled at her. She smiled back. For only a moment, he would have loved to forget all of the pain, all of the hurt and trouble that went on between them. He wished that this had never happened.
"Of course we can." He nodded at the soldiers to get the carriage ready again. "Yes, we're going home."
END OF FLASHBACK.
Jonathan slipped under the covers beside his lovely wife, his beloved wife. He loved her, and if she was okay, if she wanted to be here, he would be glad. He would be more than glad to have her back, he would be ecstatic.
He lay in the bed, pondering everything until he finally closed his eyes and dozed off to sleep, still worrying about his dear baby girl. Where has she gone?
A/N: Sorry for the short chappie AND for the long wait. It was christmas and I was busy. Do you blame me? Anyways, this is pretty much the end of the book except for the epilogue. R&R! Please, I need ideas for a big surprise in the next chappie!