One Shot: Spring, Spring, Spring: 7B7B
Title: Spring, Spring, Spring
Fandom: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Characters: Adam/Milly, Gideon
Prompt: .061 Birth at 100_women : table
Rating: G
Genres: Angst , Introspection
Era: Movie
Warnings: None
Word Count 383
Summary Milly longs for Spring; Adam contemplates his actions.
Notes: Part 7 of 7 for "Spring, Spring, Spring"
Spring was coming. Milly could feel it - a warmth, a glow - that didn't just come from the new life inside her. It was time for sunshine, clear skies, warmth, green things, birth, and life. Milly wasn't sure how she knew - it had been one of the coldest winters in Oregon Territory in a long time; at least as far as she could remember. It had snowed only yesterday, and piles of icy white covered the ground. There wasn't a bird in sight; not a single crocus had popped its head out of the ground; and there wasn't the slightest trickle of melting water.
But somehow, Milly knew. Spring was coming. She could feel it her bones.
Adam frowned as he tied the last of the furs in a sturdy bundle. Spending all winter had been a miserable experience, not only because how harsh and bitter the weather was this high and deep into the mountains, but because he was lonely. At first he hadn't minded being away from his temperamental brothers, but he quickly missed them - their help, if not their voices. He found himself missing her the most.
It hurt to think about her - Milly, his wife.
The only way he stopped himself from racing down the mountain and making a dang fool outta hisself by begging her to take him back, was not thinking about her at all. For months he closed his thoughts of happier times. He chose to remain angry or proud or nothing at all. I wouldn't do any good to feel sorry.
But when Gideon, that blasted fool, had come visiting, bringing news of Milly and a-- a baby, all his determination had fled, stripping him raw. He felt waves of sorry and loneliness and guilt come rushing back. Once he got over his principled annoyance of having a girl, he quickly warmed to the idea of his girl. His little girl.
He was a dang fool.
Spring was here. He'd ridden out to check the pass this morning; it would be clear by tomorrow after next. He didn't know what awaited him, if he had ruined it all beyond repair, but he had to go, to warn them, to try to make things right, to see her... and his little girl.
Fandom: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Characters: Adam/Milly, Gideon
Prompt: .061 Birth at 100_women : table
Rating: G
Genres: Angst , Introspection
Era: Movie
Warnings: None
Word Count 383
Summary Milly longs for Spring; Adam contemplates his actions.
Notes: Part 7 of 7 for "Spring, Spring, Spring"
Spring was coming. Milly could feel it - a warmth, a glow - that didn't just come from the new life inside her. It was time for sunshine, clear skies, warmth, green things, birth, and life. Milly wasn't sure how she knew - it had been one of the coldest winters in Oregon Territory in a long time; at least as far as she could remember. It had snowed only yesterday, and piles of icy white covered the ground. There wasn't a bird in sight; not a single crocus had popped its head out of the ground; and there wasn't the slightest trickle of melting water.
But somehow, Milly knew. Spring was coming. She could feel it her bones.
Adam frowned as he tied the last of the furs in a sturdy bundle. Spending all winter had been a miserable experience, not only because how harsh and bitter the weather was this high and deep into the mountains, but because he was lonely. At first he hadn't minded being away from his temperamental brothers, but he quickly missed them - their help, if not their voices. He found himself missing her the most.
It hurt to think about her - Milly, his wife.
The only way he stopped himself from racing down the mountain and making a dang fool outta hisself by begging her to take him back, was not thinking about her at all. For months he closed his thoughts of happier times. He chose to remain angry or proud or nothing at all. I wouldn't do any good to feel sorry.
But when Gideon, that blasted fool, had come visiting, bringing news of Milly and a-- a baby, all his determination had fled, stripping him raw. He felt waves of sorry and loneliness and guilt come rushing back. Once he got over his principled annoyance of having a girl, he quickly warmed to the idea of his girl. His little girl.
He was a dang fool.
Spring was here. He'd ridden out to check the pass this morning; it would be clear by tomorrow after next. He didn't know what awaited him, if he had ruined it all beyond repair, but he had to go, to warn them, to try to make things right, to see her... and his little girl.