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AN/I know it's been a while. Sorry about that! I hope you enjoy this update! Smile!
Lizzie made her way into an elaborate bedroom.
She immediately spotted an enormous bed with many fluffy pillows strewn across it, and an extra fluffy comforter.
She smiled as she lye down to rest her suddenly tired eyes.
Lizzie felt the room spin for a moment before falling into a deep slumber.
A shrill cry was the next thing she heard.
She tried to desperately pull herself out of the groggy state she was in, and force her eyes open completely.
"Eliza! Please wake up and help me!" Miranda's panicked voice came floating into her subconscious.
She forced her eyes open and sat up, quickly surveying her surroundings.
She was on an uncomfortable cot in the middle of what looked like a living area/kitchen.
"Miranda?" She asked looking at the girl, who had spoken to her. She had an apron tied around her waist and her black her fastened in a bun.
"Are you feeling all right, Eliza? You know my name is Myrna! Please don't tell me that you've caught something! I told you not to go walking about when it was about to rain this morning! But did you listen? No! You got caught in the storm and now I am going to have to deal with whatever consequences you've caused for yourself!" Miranda or as she called herself "Myrna", went on.
"Oh, sorry, Myrna." Lizzie said slowly, beginning to catch on.
For the first time she noticed Miranda was holding a crying baby and gently bouncing it in her arms.
Lizzie jumped up took the baby from Miranda's tired arms and tried to desperately figure out whose it was.
Miranda looked too young have a baby, and as Lizzie looked at herself in a mirror, she calculated herself to be about 16 or 17.
Miranda looked about that age to.
"Myrna?" Lizzie asked gazing at herself in the mirror and venturing a question.
She took in her plain blue, cotton dress, her brown lace up boots, her white apron, and blonde hair pulled back in a bun similar to Miranda's.
"Yes, Eliza?" Miranda smiled and sighed as the small room became peacefully quiet, as the baby fell into a deep sleep in Lizzie's arms, "I knew that Violet just wanted her momma."
Lizzie's mouth fell open and her breath escaped her.
She looked down at the little pink face of baby Violet and, with wide eyes, looked back at Miranda.
"What did you want to ask me?"
Lizzie quickly closed her mouth as her question was going to be 'whose baby is this?'
"Mirand…I mean, Myrna. How old am I?" she asked in a small, quavering voice.
"18." Miranda answered without blinking, "Eliza, are you sure that you're feeling all right?" she walked over and felt Lizzie's forehead.
"Yes, but another question. When did I get married?"
"Two years ago. When you were sixteen. What is with all these silly questions? You know very well when you got married!" Miranda said looking frustrated and confused at the same time.
"Sixteen!" Lizzie squawked.
Miranda let out an exasperated huff and got up. She grabbed a sewing frame with a partially finished saying that read "Home Sweet H", and opened the front door. "I've got to be going. I'll come over and help you bake those pies tomorrow." With that Miranda disappeared out the door, closing it behind her.
Lizzie sighed and set the sleeping baby in a wooden, rocking bassinette.
She sat down in a rocking chair, not quite sure what to do now.
Suddenly, the wooden door of the small cabin opened, and in walked a tired, but smiling, Gordo.
Lizzie took in his appearance quickly.
He was wearing brown, wool pants, a large coat; work boots, and had a brown hat over his dark hair
Lizzie could see the shadow of a beard growing on his handsome face.
"Hey!" he said brightly.
Lizzie stood, not sure how to greet him.
What was he doing there, anyway?
"Um, hi." She replied awkwardly.
He gave her a funny look, and with a raised eyebrow stepped over to where she stood in front of the rocking chair, "Um, hi." He smiled and planted a kiss on her surprised lips.
She drew back, her face showing her surprise.
He gave her another funny look and shook his head.
Walking over to the bassinette he asked, "How's our little girl doing?"
Lizzie's eyes widened as she glanced at his left hand.
A simple silver ring was on his ring finger.
Lizzie glanced at her own ring finger and found a ring that was the same as his, only smaller.
When Gordo heard no answer, he looked at her expectantly,
"Oh! Violet! Right. She's fine. Yeah, fine."
"Honey, are you okay? You're acting a little funny." He asked with concern written across his defined features.
"Yes. I'm fine." Lizzie answered quickly.
"Okay. Well, I'm going to go chop up some wood for the fire." Gordo buttoned his coat and with a smile, closed the door behind him.
Alone with her thoughts, Lizzie remembered that her face had looked a bit dirty when she had looked in the mirror.
She stepped over to a washbasin and poured some water into it.
Scooping up water in her two hands, she splashed her face.
Taking a cloth, she wiped the water off her face, but she wasn't ready for what she would see when she opened her eyes.
AN/Where is she now? I know. Cliffhangers. Aren't they awful? But that is part of the suspense and fun of a story after all. I hope you guys liked it! Let me know! If anyone is wondering, in the time period that she is in now, it was common for girls to marry at young ages. I know that in the previous chapter, it was in the 1700's but in this chapter it is in the 1800's. She is not strictly dreaming from the 70's and then counting back, so you may notice that it will probably skip around a bit. Please review and let me know what you thought! But please keep the reviews clean and cussing free, like this story. Thanks! Have a great day and don't forget to SMILE!
Beth
