A loud knock on the door of his small Jamestown home caused John to stir slightly in his sleep. The faint sound of thunder and rain falling from the heavens, as if to give the earth it�s much long desired quenching of it�s thirst, also inhibited his eardrums. he groaned softly and rolled over so his back was to the window, trying to tune out the naturally enticing sounds, that now were becoming quite the annoyance to him. His effort was without results, however, as the knocking persisted. Thinking it was Thomas with the latest news on his expectant wife, John reluctantly made himself rise from his peaceful slumber. He g rabbed his robe, draped over a nearby chair, threw it on and secured the belt tightly around his waist. The loud knocking continued and John was growing more annoyed by the second. Thomas and his wife, Linda were expecting the birth of their first child. Thomas had taken it upon himself to alert John every time he suspected the child was to be delivered, no matter what time of day or night. Needless to say, the pattern of false alarms had finally gotten to John along with all the late night wake-up calls.
�Thomas, you�ve better be right this time if you ever want your sleep again� John grumbled, pushing his hair, dissolved from sleep, back out of his face. He neared the door and gave it great pull inward,as to express his annoyance. �Thomas, I�m warning you!-� he started, but stopped as soon as he saw his guest. Pocahontas stood on his doorstep, soaked from the harsh rainfall. Her limp hair clung to her head and arms as she hu gged them around her to try to keep as warm as possible. She was shivering violently from the cold. John stared at her in shock, not believing she had come all this way in the storm. Something must have gone terribly wrong at the village. She managed a weak smile. �Wingapo� she said softly, in the traditional Indian greeting. John said nothing in return. Instead he pulled her into his arms and held her close while he shut the door.
She shook violently against him and drank in the warmth of his body heat. John rubbed he back in small circles, trying to warm her. Finally, she was warm enough that she could pull back and look into his eyes. John let go of her and went back into his room. When he returned, he had another robe similar to his in his hand. �Here� he said, handing her the robe. �Get out of those wet clothes before you catch your death of cold. You can wear this in the meantime.� he said with a smile. �Yes, mother� Po cahontas quipped, returning his smile as she accepted the robe.
When she returned a few minutes later, John was building a fire in his small fireplace. He had made a comfterable place to sit by placing a mound of pillows on the floor, along with a blanket to keep them warm. John turned when he heard her approach. �Hey,� he smiled, �you look a whole lot better.� �I feel better.� she smiled back as she met him in a tender embrace. �I don�t know what I�d do without you.� she whispered. John smiled and softly brushed her lips with his. �It�s mutual.� he whispered back. �I love you, Pocahontas. I hope you know that.� She smiled at him. �I know you do. And I love you as well.� John smiled and softly kissed her once more. Then he took her hand and lead her to the stack of pillows. He sat down on one and Pocahontas followed suit, laying her head on his shoulder, as he carefully placed and arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
They sat there together for sometime, just enjoying each other�s company. Both wondered what it would be like to just sit together by the fire like this every night, just to enjoy being together. Both were hoping that someday, it could be. And maybe it would. John finally broke the silence. �So,� he said. �why did you come here so late?� Pocahontas looked at him and sighed. �After you left, my father and I got into a huge argument.�
�What about?� John inquired, his eyes deep with concern for his beloved. She looked at him and took a deep breath before she began. �My father went behind my back and promised my hand in marriage to one of the warriors. It was only after you left that he had the audacity to tell me. Well, one thing led to another until I just got so mad that I left.� she shrugged. �And as of right now I have no intention of going back.�
John shook his head in disgrace. �This is all my fault.� he murmured. �I�m so sorry.� he said, turning to face her. �Oh John, no.� Pocahontas said placing a hand on his cheek, �No my love, never. This is no fault of yours. I�m sick of my father trying to control my life and for once I rebelled. This has nothing what so ever to do with you.�
John smothered a yawn and glanced at the window. It was still very dark outside and morning was only a few hours away. �Listen, Pocahontas.� John said. �You can sleep here tonight and in the morning, we�re going to your village to try to sort this thing out. I hate having to see you this way and it won�t stop unless you and your father come to an agreement. You can take my room tonight. It�s at the end of the hall, last door on your right. I love you. Good night. I�ll see you in the morning.� he said, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She shook her head and smiled back at him as she made her way down the hall. John smiled to himself as he grabbed the blanket off the floor and made his way over to the sofa. Making himself comftorable, he tried to fathom how in the world he could help Pocahontas make up with her father. �It�s not going to be easy.� he muttered to himself. �But I�ve got to try if I ever want to have a normal relationship. Good grief, it�s a good thing I love her so much. It�s a very good thing.�