You always wanted to have your own family. To have two sons and a little daughter even though you knew the world was dangerous and something or rather someone could hurt her like you or other women. That's why you wanted a strong and loving husband.

And so it happened. Jacob is a general of the British army who despite having a lot of money still built a hut in the forest for you. You were married for a year. But few people knew about it because you were just a slave and Jacob knows that people might not like your relationship.

It's currently a warm evening. You are outside behind your hut. You are hanging laundry on the line to dry. Being a general's wife wasn't easy. Constant stress, buying many bandages and washing bloody clothes. You hear footsteps on the grass and a warm pair of arms hug you from behind. Jacob kisses your neck and looks at your fence that is not finished yet.

"This yard is too big, don't you think? I should make it smaller"

You shake your head "No. I want a yard like that"

Jacob sighs and kisses your forehead "Well... anything for my wife. But are you sure about that?"

Jacob looks at your stomach, which is getting bigger. You are in 6 months of pregnancy. Jacob kneels and brings his ear to the stomach.

"Hey, here daddy. I hope you don't kick mommy"