A Family Of Their Own
(Sequel to a birth at sea)
Chapter 2
AN: thank you too the 1 person who reviewed Chapter 1...depending on how many reviews I get from this chapter will determine whether or not Chapter 3 goes up. Gina thanks for all the Revies through AIM
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-------- Takes place a month after the last chapter -----------
Time: 2:45 in the afternoon
Date: December 18th 1845
A month later it had been clarified there would be a new Turner in the house by July. Cole was ex tactic. The thought of being a father again made him jump for joy. Phoebe on the other hand wasn't as happy. She loved the child growing inside of her, she really did. However she worried about taking care of Ben while carrying a baby inside of her. Being a women she didn't have the capability of taking it easy whether or not the doctor said she had too. Aside from that Christmas was coming up and the farm wasn't doing so good they where barely making end's meet. She worried more then ever, epically with Cole taking his frustration out by drinking.
Phoebe sighed. She had so many chores to finish before Cole came home and Ben was still sick. She had no idea how she was gonna take care of it all. She also worried because tonight was Cole and hers night to be intimate, and she had no strength what so ever too do what her and Cole always had done on Wednesday nights after supper. She prayed deep in her heart that he would come home eat supper drink the dreadful ale and go too bed, So she could take care of her sweet little Ben. She knew though that, that was just a dream of hers...He would come home eat his supper and drag her into the bedroom.
Cole came home about 2 hours later. Luckily Phoebe had just finished making dinner when he came storming threw the door. "How was you day?" She asked as quiet as she possibly could. "The mills doing worse then it was...There all gonna put the damn town into debt!" He said very angry. "There'll be nothing left of this town soon enough...and our damn child will be born in a hay loft!"
"Your the one who wanted this baby Cole."she said as calmly as she could. "I Don't give a damn Phoebe! Now where the hell is my dinner!" She could tell he was very angry, it frightened her too such a degree. "
The dishes had been cleaned Ben had been put down for the night and Phoebe was settling down in the old rocker when Cole walked in from the barn. "I don't think so.." He said smiling warmly at her, while lifting her gracefully out of the old rocker. "I believe tonight is Wednesday night...which means Ben's already snuggled in bed. The dishes are all nice and clean...and we have some fun." He said while leading her into the bedroom. "Cole...maybe some other night, I'm a wee bit tired." she said calmly. "Well, I think you need too loosen up a bit...your too tense...I think you'll enjoy this." He said while sitting on top of her. She could feel his hardness through his pants, and onto her groin...She didn't want too, however she knew it was the only way that he'd leave her alone. She gave him a nod that singled that he could continue doing what he wanted too do...She hated Wednesday nights. She didn't want too do this...but she had no choice. She relinquished control of her body too him.
He slowly undid her corset and kissed her chest up and down. The kisses like said before sent bursts of electricity threw her body...slowly he managed too unravel her cloths and throw them throughout the room..As soon as that was done he thrust into her hard and powerful. Not so easy at first like he use too. He kept thrusting into her. Harder and Harder, her body ached from the pressure. His weight on top of hers was horrible. She prayed that he wasn't harming the baby. Then after an hour or too he gave out a grunt and fell asleep on top of her. She felt like she was being smothered...She pushed him off as soft as she possibly could put on her light nightgown and shawl, then when into the kitchen/Ben's Room/living room and lit a fire. Ben was up already hot with fever. She was getting even more worried about him. He was getting sicker by the day. She took him in her arms and rocked him next too the fire,he cooed looking up at her and latching onto her breast. She fed him from her breast until he fell asleep, then took the old afghan and wrapped it around them both. She slept there that night. She didn't dare sleep next to Cole. The liquor on his breath was strong, so strong that it kept her up at night.
AN: Prepare for a tear jerker this part of the chapter.'
When Phoebe woke up the next morning Ben seemed a little cold. So Phoebe put him in his cradle and wrapped a warm blanket around him. She then started breakfast. Cole walked in a little while later. "Where did you go last night?" He asked. "I had to feed Ben, and I fell asleep in the rocking chair." she replied. "Oh, is breakfast almost ready?" "yea." She replied quietly.
After Cole had left too feed the animals and do some plowing, Phoebe noticed Ben hadn't woken up to be fed. She went over to his cradle and noticed he hadn't moved from the blankets or had even stirred from when her and Cole had been talking...She also noticed he had a very blueish/pale color too his body. She took him into her arms and found that he was ice cold and stiff. Tears came to her eyes he wasn't healthy looking at all. She ran out too the field where Cole was and they ran back into the house where Cole looked him over. "He's dead Phoebe." Cole said quietly. "No, he had a slight fever last night. But no! He's not dead...not my little boy...He's just a sound sleeper!" Cole shook his head and gathered Phoebe in his arms. There little boy was dead...There precious baby boy had been taken from them while they slept...All that was left was his tiny little body. His spirit was gone. There world was gone.
AN: CRIES I left ya'll on a cliffhanger, so too speak...So yea bet none of you saw that coming. I'm sry but I had too kill him too add certain things within the next few weeks. So plz Read&Review