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    Isabella: The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships

    Story written on October 7, 2008 by i_can_take_alice.
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    Beginging in the early twenteith century young Isabella Swan is betrothed to Mr. Edward Masen Jr.  When love takes hold and it seems as though even in this war-like era their lives could not be more perfect.  Then with the first wave of the Spanish Influenza Edward is gone.  Will Bella survive much longer…

     

    CHARLES SWAN’S POV

    A feeling of pride washed through me as the midwife came rushing through the door.

        “It is a healthy baby girl.  Congratulations.”  She smiled slightly and motioned me to walk through the door.  “In your room, sir.”

        I ran to… no, ran is an understatement.  I forced myself to go the fastest I could to see my dear wife and new baby.

        Renée was stretched upon the bed, a small bundle in her arms.  “Charles,” she murmured weakly as I kneeled on the ground beside her.  “Isabella.”  She smiled and glanced at the child warmly.  “I was hoping it would be a girl.”

        “I am so glad it was.”  I kissed her forehead,  then my daughters.  “Isabella,” I whispered.  It was the sweetest word I had ever heard.  “May I hold her, darling?”  She was so adorable, so beautiful.  Her eyes a vibrant deep-ocean blue, the tuff of hair upon her head a soft curling brown.

        “You have no need to ask.”  Renée breathed, handing my daughter to me delicately and then closing her eyes to sleep.  She must have been exhausted.

        Isabella was so fragile in my arms.  Her cries silenced as I sat in the wooden rocking chair and started moving back and forth.

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    “Sweet baby.”  I cooed leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “Such a darling little girl. You’ll have such a nice husband. I’ll assure it.  My friend has a son, sweet, and he promised he shall be yours.” My dear friend Edward Masen had an excellent son.  Only but two now, but promising. Edward junior was to be my son in law.

        The little angel gurgled and cried.  A plead to be fed.  Now I shall have to wake Mrs. Swan.  And she has had such a hard day so far…

        “Sweet?”  I said gently probing my wife’s shoulder.  “Time to wake.”  She was still so weak… it pained me to see her this way.  And it had been three months.

        “What may it be, Charles?”  She rubbed her eyes and they blinked up at me.  Then out the window.  “Isn’t it a bit late for waking?  ‘Tis nearly noon already!”

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