French Kisses
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Liberty's Kids and the wonderful characters belong to DIC entertainment. Lisette is rightfully mine, but I give permission for anyone to use her. ~WordBird500
Chapter 6
Winter blew in, a shower of snowflake flowers and crystal-like icicles. Lisette loved the snow. She would sit outside for hours in Sarah's velvet cloak just watching and waiting for it to come. George Washington did not. He refused when Lisette tried to coax him out. You could hear his meows from upstairs. Sarah came down and forbade Lisette from irritating the cat.
Although Sarah was very grumpy, it was somewhat reasonable. She complained of sores and sharp pains, and her stomach was swollen to the size of a small watermelon. Sarah also preferred to stay inside these days, no matter how hard James tried.
Tonight's supper was buttered bread and soup. At least Sarah's food wasn't as bad as her nerve, thought Henri. The remaining members of the Gazette laughed and share stories around the fireplace.
A snow flurry blew in the next day. Sarah wasn't feeling good either. She complained of a headache and that her stomach hurt more than ever.
"You're being grumpy, Sarah. The baby hears your complaints and wants to come out," said James. He came over and sat by Sarah.
Sarah humphed, but cracked a smile. "James, stop being funny."
It was James' turn to humph this time.
The afternoon sun cleared up the snow. Lisette went outside to look at it before it melted. She kicked up a little flurry of her own, laughing all the way. Sarah stared out the window. "Where is Lisette going to go?"
Henri was wondering the exact same thing.
Dinner was chowder, Sarah's favorite food from England. James pretended to grumble. "If this is Great Britain, it tastes disgusting." Sarah smiled. "Look who's complaining now."
Lisette finished her food and ran up the stairs to Sarah's room. Sarah couldn't sew as well anymore, and since Lisette knew how to, she had been put in charge of finishing the baby blankets.
Henri finally finished the book he had been reading. He felt proud and knew that Moses and Dr. Franklin would be too if they were here. He had nothing to do, so he went to Sarah.
"What, Henri?" said Sarah as he approached her.
"Is there anything you need?" Henri sat on the floor and looked up at her.
"Lisette needs help and company. Go upstairs and help her, please."
"What? But I don't know how to sew! And," Henri almost said, "I like her," but trailed off.
"And?" Sarah's look seemed to say. But that disappeared with a painful one. She breathed in and out deeply. Finally, it went away. "Lisette will teach you."
As he had nothing to say, Henri walked up the stairs.
When he strolled into Sarah's room, Lisette didn't look up. "Sarah sent me," he said, in case she was listening. He sat down on the bed. Henri knew he should ask Lisette to teach him, but him, but couldn't bring himself to say it. The only thing he could do was open and close his mouth like a gaping fish.
After a while, Lisette looked up. "Mon Dieu, Henri. You're not going to sit there and catch dust, are you?"
Henri sat.
"Henri? Hello?"
"Pardon, Henri; do you know how to sew?"
Henri shook his head.
"Well then, I suppose I should teach you then, no?"
Henri nodded. What am I doing? he thought.
Lisette wasn't looking very happy about this new prospect either. They both sat there for a while, catching dust, as Lisette put it, and not saying a word.
Finally, Henri spoke up. "Maybe you can sew and I'll bring materials." The words sounded out of place in his mouth, and he wished he could call them back.
To his surprise, Lisette nodded. "Okay."
And so it went, Lisette calling for lace and getting some. After a while, Henri actually found this quite fun. He was almost sad when Sarah called for supper.
Dinner was spent curled around the fireplace. It was very peaceful.
That is, until Sarah started breathing heavily.
Her breath was curt and short. She started to get up but fell back in her chair. "The baby's coming," she managed to say.
James immediately started to help her up, but Lisette stopped him. "Take her to her bed," she said. James nodded, his crystal blue eyes filled with worry.
Henri followed. "Will Sarah be alright?" he asked.
Lisette smiled, but it was quivering. "Oh, stop, Henri. You sound like James." She said this last part quietly and tried to laugh, but still looked worried.
As James neared the door, Lisette ushered him in. Moments later, he came back out. "Lisette's very feisty. She won't let me stay in there." He slumped down on a chair.
Henri joined him. Was Sarah going to be alright?
Heya, guys! I'm replying to Tam and XD who have left a review. I think that yes, I can possibly execute a story. I don't really like the fluff stories... like Shane x Connor is something I feel is STUPID (no offense please) but I'll do the best I can. Thank you!
EDITED JULY 2019