Pocahontas had been restless and uncomfortable all day and well into evening. She sat at her side table waiting on Anne's arrival. Anne had given birth to her own child months before and knew the signs of a woman about to give birth. Anne had even predicted that she was now in her time. Pocahontas did not believe this, she had seen women in her village give birth and they experienced pain before birth. She had not had this yet so she was doubtful that she would give birth late that night. Anne burst through the door with a letter in her had. " What are ye doing up. You are in your time." Anne walked over to her and handed her a latter. Pocahontas had not expected any one so soon, John had just seen her a week or more ago. She took the letter a read it to herself.
" Dear, Pocahontas. I am lost in my grief and do not no were to turn. I have not prevented the hurt and sorrow that has found you. I blame myself for our suffering. I can no longer live knowing that because of my pride, I have hurt us both. I know I said I would live for you, but I do not know how long I can bear the pain in my heart. I will leave for some place away from here with in two days; I refrain from ending my pain for as long as I can. But if I cannot, know that I love you forever and am always with you. No matter what happens you are my one and only love, no one could ever replace. I love you Pocahontas and I pray that you contact me soon, for I do not know my end.
" No! He promised me he would not take his life. Anne he promised me." Pocahontas choked out over her tears. " What is wrong?" Anne stated in confusion. " He must not leave yet..He must have the child..he said he would live for me." Pocahontas answered. " I must stop him." Pocahontas stood and moved toward the door. With her movement a sudden shock of pain crept through her body, along with wetness that reached the floor. Anne could only look and then was finally able to take Pocahontas to her bed. " I told you were in your time. I will send for the doctor." As Anne approached the door Pocahontas called for Anne. " Make sure the doctor gets John. He must bring him." " I understand you Pocahontas and I will make sure he brings him. Pocahontas could only lay as the pain coursed through her body. Then a new pain took her breath. Her worse fears were now realized; the delivery had ignited her lung sickness.
The doctor sat at his table reading when a hard knock hit his door. " Doctor Ludlow, Pocahontas is giving birth." With that statement the doctor opened the door. It was Anne. " Let me get my bag." Ludlow answered her. "How long has she been in labor?" " Probably all day, sir. And now her waters gone," Ann admitted. "Why was I not called?" " She did not think she would give birth tonight." " We must hurry then," the doctor said as he stepped in the carriage. " She says we've got fetch the child's father. He is on the verge of taking his life and he does not know the child his sir." " Why did she not tell him?" " For her people sir." The doctor shook his head and replied, " Yes we will get him."
John lay in his bed. Tomorrow he would pack and leave England and hopefully not this life. He shot straight up when he heard the loud bang on his door. He rushed and opened it. It was his friend, the doctor. The doctor had told him of his love's illness and as he stood a wave of fear built within him that something was wrong. " What's wrong," he managed to say. " It's Pocahontas, she's in labor and her illness has been brought on," the doctor spoke. John followed the doctor. " Wait, her husband, the child's father will be there and he would not have me near her." " John, the child is your own and the maid says that Rolfe will not be back till two days from now." " You knew about the baby," John asked. " I am her doctor." " But why did you not tell me?" " Why should I have told you? I knew she had to stay longer for her people and I also knew she would not jeopardized them, even when I told her of the consequences, " Ludlow stated in defense. They reached the house with in two hours. Pocahontas lay pale and in pain. She managed a smile when she saw John as he stepped in the room. But, it was quickly cut by a sharp pain that rippled through her body. John saw this and wished he could draw the pain from her. He made it to her and held her close to him as each pain ripped through her body. He was with her as she labored. Now that he was there, he could feel her draw her strength from him. Pocahontas looked at the man she loved and knew that he loved her and that he would live for his child, no matter what happened to her.