From the few reviews I did get, this has had relatively nice start. You seem to love my epilogue of "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor", which makes me incredibly happy. I normally don't ask for reviews, but I would love to see more of them!

WARNING: This chapter will be very emotional. So, it's advised that you have some Kleenex nearby. There will also be a trigger warning placed throughout the story, because of anxiety, ptsd, nightmares, etc.

DISCLAIMER: I do not have PTSD, what I am writing, is based off of my family's experience (a lot of my family is or was in the military), and my basic knowledge. Also, I want to note that some of the situations involving anxiety, anger, and nightmares, are based off of personal experience. I own nothing but the plot line for this story. However, I do own the character that is Maria and Georg's precious and beautiful babygirl.

SIDE NOTE: Thank you to my friend Em for your input and indepth conversations on TSOM, and everything else. Lastly, please keep in mind that I have no schedule for updating. I will try and update at least every two weeks. However, in the words of Mary Poppins, "That's a pie crust promise, easily made and easily broken."

WITHOUT ANY FURTHER DELAY: CHAPTER TWO

ENJOY!


Unfortunately, this kiss was over before we knew it, when a loud cry filled the air. I pulled away and asked, "Maria, what is that?"

"A baby."

"I figured as much, but who's baby?"

Maria looked at me with tear filled eyes. "I- the- she's yours, Georg."


The breath was knocked out of me. "M-mine?"

Maria took a shuddering breath, "Yes, she is yours. It was roughly two months after you were deployed... that I found out that I had fallen pregnant. I wrote you a letter, but you must not have received it."

I pulled her into a hug as I whispered, "Oh, my darling. I am so sorry I wasn't here with you. So incredibly sorry."

"It's alright my darling. W-would you like to meet her?"

I nodded my head yes. "I would love to, but could you help me take this bandage off of my eye? We can discuss the story behind it later."

-TSOM-

After taking off my bandage, Maria took my hand and led me up the stairs into her bedroom. I was so nervous to see the baby. I've always wanted to become a father, to be there every single step of the way. While I wasn't able to be here for the pregnancy with Maria, I'd be here to watch our little girl grow up.

Maria bent over the crib to pick the child up, and brought her over to me.

"Wha-what's her name?"

"This little darling is Rhiannon Rosemarie Von Trapp. Annie for short."

I sat down in the rocking chair that was near the crib. I stared at her in wonderment. This tiny little human. I helped create a beautiful life. Rhiannon seems like an unusual name.

"You're probably wondering how she got her name?"

I nodded yes, because I was actually quite curious.

"Rhiannon is of Welsh and Celtic origin, loosely translated to mean 'great queen' or 'great goddess'. I wanted Annie to know that she will always be a queen in her own right. After all, she will grow up with the knowledge that she has power to do many great things."

"Her middle name?"

"Rose stems from your mother's name. Also because roses are one of my favorite things. Marie was my mother's name and in French it's loosely translated to 'star of the sea'. Put together Annie's name pretty much means that she is a great queen, rose, and star of the sea."

Beautiful. A small baby girl, with a pure soul. All with a simply perfect name to match.

"Rhiannon Rosemarie Von Trapp. I quite like it."

Maria smiled as she pushed herself away from where she was leaning against the threshold. "I'm glad. You kn-"

She was cut off when Annie started to cry. As Maria bent down to take the baby from me, I gave her a soft kiss and a smile.

As she picked up the baby she said, "Here, love. Let me swap places with you so I can feed Annie."

I thought of a better idea. I gently pulled her onto my lap and rested my chin in the crook of her neck and shoulder. It brought tears to my eyes to watch this little bundle of joy, latch onto her mother and suckle. Such a priceless memory.

-TSOM-

An hour later, and we had sat down and ate a lunch of sandwiches, cut watermelon, two tall glasses of pink lemonade. Lunch went by fairly quick due to the fact that we were more focused on connecting back to each other after a year apart. So after lunch, we went into the living room to talk.

The conversation started with how the pregnancy was fairly easy, aside from the morning sickness that had accompanied her for most of the nine months. We talked about how the only issues she had was being in labor for thirty-six hours and having an hour's worth of pushing, how Rhiannon was only six pounds and six ounces, and born nearly a month early. In the time from her birth until now- four months later, the routine has been the same: wake up, eat, bathe and change, play, nap, and put it on repeat.

I thought about it, how rough it had been for her. How rough it had been without me by her side, like I ought have been. I have missed so many things... Thankfully, I will no longer have to miss out on anything.

A hand caressed the side of my face and brought me out of thought. "Darling? You're far away, where are you?"

I smiled wistfully, "Lost in thought."

"About?"

"How much I missed while I was deployed. Thankfully, that is no longer a worry. I will never miss anything else again."

Maria murmured, "Oh, Georg. I love you," before kissing me with passion.


As I'm sure all of you are, I am heartbroken that our dashing sea captain has died. Therefore, in honor of his memory, this story is dedicated to Christopher Plummer.

Rest In Peace xx


So... how did I do?

While this chapter was emotional, the next one is much more emotional. This was supposed to be 3k words, but I decided to break it up so it didn't seem to drag on. I also want to note that I am in the process of getting ready to pack things up and move into an apartment. That being said, my slow updates will probably be even slower. Anyway.

Much Love,

Ashley xx