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Felicity POV

I sat with my left ankle propped up on the pillow with an ice bag laying over it. My eyes followed my Mother's actions as she gave out her muffins. I quickly noticed her smile followed them out of the door.

"Felicity Merriman! Look at your dress and hair!" started my Mother. From my position I looked down my dress. The damp spots created when I ran through the rain had small pieces of hay clung to it. There was also a small streak of mud by the hem. I'm going to be in a lot trouble. My hand went to my head and my fingers combed through my hair. Hay pieces, of course.

I looked at the hay at in my hands then back up at my Mother's frowning face. "Well?" She asked tilting her head.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I'll wash my own dress."
"That you will but, why is hay particles in your hair? You weren't sleeping in the loft again. Were you?" my Mother asked.
"I wasn't sleeping but, I was in the loft," I responded.

My mother paused weighing her next words. Oh no! She doesn't think... "Were you with Ben?"

What did she think that Ben and I did... I cleared my throat before responding, "What do you mean? I tripped by the tack and he found me." I crossed my arms.

She relaxed and apologized, "I'm sorry my dear Lizzie. A mother can't help feel caution for her daughter. Now I must go and help prepare the rest of breakfast. It would seem that Father is starting his work day early so, that leaves the five of us." She started to head to the door when she added, "Would you rather mend or churn the butter?"

I groaned inwardly at my punishment. "I'll mend the clothes Mam," I finally said. Since my start of lessons with Miss Manderly my needlepoint had improved. I could easily sew buttons on and create straighter lines. It wasn't entirely a chore to me anymore. Since last year I had gone to help the patriot ladies who would sew their fingers off to provide shirts and bandages for their nation. My parents seemed elated with my decision to donate my time there. To be honest it made me happy to think I might be sewing a shirt for Ben.

My Mother slipped from the room and I heard baby Polly's laughter. It was then I knew the children were waking up. The next thing I knew was that Nan, my younger sister, was standing in the doorway holding the mending basket and a smile on her face.

"Good Morning Felicity!" she announced with excitement.
"Good Morning Nan how was your night's rest?" I replied taking the basket from her.
"It was fine, the storm kept me up. Is Penny okay after the storm?" she asked lifting an eyebrow while giving me in her same little smile.
She is trying to weasel her way into what I was doing earlier. Typical, busybody sister. I sighed searching for the words to quench her thirst of curiosity. Does she know that Ben is back? If she knows that I have been sneaking off to the barn at nights... I could get into trouble. Then again I just did that to spend time with Penny or write in the loft.
Finally I answered, "Penny was fine."
Her blue eyes held my "unladylike" apparel as she asked, "What happened to your ankle and dress?"
I started sewing a small rip in the hem of Polly's nightgown, "Nan, running in the rain and mud isn't easy to do in a dress."
"Felicity, it is unladylike to run!" Nan said her eyes widening.
Ugg! Her unladylike quips always got to me so I rolled my eyes.
"And so is rolling one's eyes," she leaned forward, "The rain didn't stop until a while ago. You snuck out early."
Now I wanted to... Oh! What would I do anyway? I shook it off hoping for the doctor to show up soon.
Nan smiled, "Don't worry I'm too polite to tell on you for that. But tell me did you see anyone in the barn?" she quickly added, "Other than Penny?"
I glanced into those expecting eyes before continuing sewing. She is going to find out Ben was in the barn sooner than later. If I don't tell her now I'm going to get reamed later. I finished my last stitch and as I was tying the knot I replied, "Ben Davidson and Father."
Nan squealed, "Ben Davidson!" I nodded and set aside the dress as she continued, "Oh my goodness is he still single?"
I looked shocked, "War isn't a matrimonial ground Nan!"
Nan smiled spread bigger as she said, "I bet you're glad."
My face turned red and I choked over my words as they came out. "N- Na- Nan Merriman!"
My face was still beat red as Nan merely skipped out of the room. I stabbed my needle into the bundle of fabric in frustration. She better not tell anybody this! She better not spreading rumor there was funny business between us. Ugh! Knowing her she will. My eyes followed her out of the door but, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and shot me an apology look before disappearing.

My breath stopped when Nan was replaced with my Mother. My face seemed to take forever for the hot pink in my cheeks to fade into a blush. I tried to hide it by looking for something in the mending basket. When I pulled out a pair of breeches the image of Ben finding me slipping on his breeches caused all the color to rush back into my checks. Finally picking out a torn cravat I looked up to see my Mother standing next to me. Minding my leg she sat down.

Mother/ Mrs. Merriman POV

"Why haven't you told me that you fancied Ben Davidson?" I asked looking Felicity in the eyes.
"Fancied?" She squeaked.
"Yes, fancy," I prompted. After noticing Felicity's deepening color I tried to lighten the news, "Why it's normal for a blossoming young woman to find attractions in men. If we didn't there would be a lot of old maids around here."
Felicity smiled despite of her embarrassment of being caught off guard before replying, "Sorry Mother, I suppose I didn't think of it."
"Well, I said weighing the words carefully, "We shan't discuss this now for the doctor should be here soon. But, I'm always here for you. Don't forget that." I leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead. She just closed her eyes and murmured, "Thanks."

As I left I looked back upon my eldest daughter and smiled gently. I'm going to have to speak to Edward (Mr. Merriman) before he speaks to her tonight... Maybe we will have to switch things up.