Trying To Survive The Civil War! Gotta Grow Up First! (Hiatus)

Crickets could be heard in the background as a woman's pained moans echoed throughout a well decorated but antique looking room.

Green eerie wallpaper with golden floral designs were plastwred across the walls of the small room that was lit only by candlelight.

"Your almost there, Mrs, I can see the crown peeking through." Said a middle aged fat lady with faded ginger hair.

There was a woman lying on the bed with her legs spread wide open with a agonizing expression on her face.

"Stephen better appreciate this, this is my 3rd child I'm giving to him." The woman on the bed said through gritted teeth. Her face a ruddy red from how hard she was pushing.

A small baby girl eventually emerged from between the pregnant woman's legs.

The midwife looked at the small baby girl coming out and let out a small sigh.

It was another girl...

Lady Genevieve opened her eyes a moment later and saw the disappointed look on her midwifes face.

Her face went even paler and in a hoarse voice that had been screaming in pain earlier, she asked "Is the baby alright?"

The midwife nodded and then said "Yes, she's fine. The baby is a girl though. This is your third girl."

Lady Geneveive let out a large, long, quiet sigh upon hearing that she had given her husband another girl.

"Is she pretty at least?" Asked Lady genevieve as she struggled to sit up straight and lean forward towards the midwife who was holding her newest daughter.

A small baby girl with pale skin and a slight tuft of blond hair on top of her head was being dried off by the midwife.

"She's very petite but she's got a symmetrical face and no apparent deformities" The midwife said as she raised the baby in the air and turned her this way and that way, looking over the new baby girl carefully for any imperfections.

"What shall you name this one? You already have Martha and Danella."

"Just name her Miriam Matilda Stuart. That name should suffice. Go tell Momma Helga to send word to Stephen that he has another healthy legitimate daughter to marry off for advantages."

Lady Genevieve said as she laid back down into the bed exhausted, she had seen and named her newest child. It was time for her to get a well deserved rest. She knew as soon as she was healed up that husband of hers would want to try for another baby as soon as possible.

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Veronica opened her eyes a few hours later to a blurry scene in a dark room lighted by only candlelight.

'Why was there candles in her room...' Veronica thought to herself as she tried to sit up to get a better look but to her dismay she quickly found out that she simply couldn't!

Couldn't! Sit! Up!?

Veronica decided to just lay where she was since she tried multiple times to sit up but everytime she was making even the littlest bit of progress, she would aggravating lose full control of her motor skills and flop backdown.

Veronica decided that since she couldnt even sit up something must be terribly wrong with her.

She needed to figure out what had happened to her that would mess with her vision and body.

Not to mention..... why couldn't she feel her long hair beneath her body?

Did... someone cut off her hair?!

Just as Veronica was finally beginning to sort out her thoughts, she heard a noise of someone walking on slightly creaky wooden floor boards.

Was she about to be murdered like in those horror films when the killer slowly makes their way towards the pretty girl to kill her and make her scream?

Okay, Veronica wasn't a girl anymore. She had just recently turned 36. But still, she thought she was at least somewhat attractive?

The noise got louder until she heard the sound of a door opening.

Footsteps creeped towards her, until she heard a young girls voice say "Another baby girl huh. I heard Mrs.Stuart named her Miriam."

Baby...girl?

Where was the baby at? She couldn't see it.

Veronica tried sitting up again and looking around but everything was still too blurry to make out. She could see a old timey dresser

and a blurr of what she assumed was a small dark person next to where she lay.

Oh? There's two small dark people!

Veronica tried to ask them who they were and where she was, but all that ended coming out of her mouth was a alien like sounding whine of.... what sounded like a baby? Baby...?!

Footstepa could be heard walking towards the room.

"We gotta go, if they master or one of the maids find us in here, we might be whipped to death."

One of the dark figures said before turning toward the other dark figure and grabbing the other figure by the hand they swiftly ran out of the room before quickly and quietly closing the door and dashing down the hall way.

Veronica listened until she could hear the two sets up lighter footsteps no more and just at that moment, the louder footsteps stopped and she heard the door handle turn.

A man in his late 30s stepped through the doorway.

He had on a dark red riding coat and a large black hat addorbed with a red ribbon around the base of the pipe of the hat.

Dark black hair that reached his ears, and black side burns that attached to the rest of his hair.

Hazel colored eyes that were rather large, and a sinister mustache much like that located on the American Chip brand from modern times called "Pringles."

The man waltzed into the room and came to a half next to the crib, he bent over it slightly and narrowed his eyes at this youngest daughter of his.

Mhhmmm. Definitely better looking than the other two girls Genevieve had bared for him.

Definitely took after her mothers fairy like looks.

This man was baby Miriams father.

Stephen Walden Stuart. A very shrewd business man, and a plantation owner in Virginia, and Louisiana.

He owned 5 plantations, although his current wife only knew about three of them.

Along with several farms up through the east coast.

A man who had much more wealth than his legal family knew of.

He needed more sons. If the next baby Genevieve gave birth to wasnt a boy, he would have to frequent some widowed woman to get the dead done again like he done for 2 of his other children.

Both his wife didn't need top know about that yet.

Anyway, this youngest daughter of his was very pretty, he would surely try and marry her off for a great family connection as soon as possible.

His eldeat daughter he was already eyeing bachelors for in his many trips to Lousiana.

He had a few promising candidates in mind.

Veronica understood little of what she was experiencing and so she decided she would go back to sleep and try and wake up on the right side of the bed later.

Falling back to aleep, Veronica missed the greedy, power hungry, and unsettling look in her new fathers eyes.

Afterall with all the details she could make out, he looked like a circus master with no facial features but a mustache and big eyes.