Orb's Year 945
Dagmar blushed. "Oh, I hope so!" she said fervently. It was her greatest wish to be have children. But, so far in their marriage, she hadn't managed to conceive yet.
"I'll mind the shop, you be sure to rest," Cedrick told his wife across the table, reaching across to squeeze her hand. "Even if it's just a sickness, if you don't feel well - rest. I'll manage the shop today and mother will take care of you."
Dagmar didn't argue as another wave of nausea rolled over her.
"Very good, my lord," Cedrick said with a bow.
"Three in red," he said firmly.
Cedrick eagerly nodded, but cautioned the young man, "Are you sure you don't want to do different colors? She might not want three dresses all alike."
BJ slapped Cedrick on the shoulder and laughed heartily, "Ah, but perhaps three different ladies might not mind three alike dresses!"
Cedrick felt a blush stain his cheeks. "Very good, my lord," he said. "I will take care of it." Nobles! he thought with a mental shake of his head. They had more money and time to spend than they had sense!
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Cedrick asked as he came up behind her.
Bianca turned around and smiled sadly. "Just admiring this dress," she said with a sigh.
"Ah, it is a pretty dress," Cedrick said with a knowing nod. "But, perhaps a pretty ribbon so you don't go home empty-handed?" he suggested, showing her the colorful ribbons available.
Bianca clapped with excitement, "Oh what a wonderful idea!" she exclaimed.
"She's having a bit of a rest," Barika said. "I wouldn't be surprised if you find yourself a father within the year."
Cedrick smiled and got up to check on his wife.
"A moment, please," Barika said, holding him back. "I wanted to talk to you..."
Cedrick settled back and looked at his mother. "About?" he prodded her when she didn't continue immediately.
Barika smiled sadly. "Your wife may bring you a son within a year, but I fear that my time is growing short. I wanted you to be prepared..."
Barika hurried to comfort him, "It's the way of the world, son. Orb's truth, it will be a relief! My bones are weary... and I miss your father..." she admitted with a tear.
Cedrick shook his head firmly. "No more talk of this!" he ordered angrily before stomping off to his room.
Rest in Peace, Barika Taylor, Orb's Years 898-945
Orb's Year 946
He remembered how adamant his mother had been against it. "This is your father's legacy, not your own," she had snapped when he'd first broached the subject.
Maybe it was time to make his own legacy then, he thought wistfully. Something to leave behind for his children....
Dagmar's stomach rumbled loudly and she chuckled, "Yes, and I am eating for two as well! I always feel so hungry!" she said, shoveling in her omelet as she spoke. "Although, Orb's truth, I'm not sure if I'd rather eat or sleep sometimes, so I do both!"
Cedrick laughed as he shook his head. "Will you rest after you eat?" he asked. "I'll be in the shop all day, but I'll come check on you."
Dagmar waved away his concern. "I promise to rest," she said, eyeing the food left on his plate. "Are you going to eat that?"
Cedrick shook his head and pushed his remaining omelet over to his wife.
"Perhaps a new, bold dress?" Cedrick asked. "Something sure to catch his eye."
Tiffani looked around the room to make sure no one was listening and then leaned forward, "I was thinking about something that might catch his eye... in the bedroom..." she admitted, feeling a furious blush tinge her cheeks. She knew that as an unmarried woman, this request was sure to make her appear rather forward...
...and sure enough, the tailor was looking rather scandalized. "Will that be a problem?" she pressed.
Cedrick's mouth flapped open and shut uselessly before he finally managed to sputter, "We might be able to come up with something. I can let you know when it's ready..."
Tiffani nodded, embarrassed beyond belief, and hurried from the store.
He fell into a deep sleep curled up on the hard wooden surface.
Laying dinner on the table, she went to gently wake him. "Cedrick? Are you hungry, sweetheart?" she asked, gently rubbing his shoulder.
Cedrick opened his eyes and nodded wearily.
"So busy!" Cedrick explained. "I'm having a hard time keeping up with all the orders! I'm afraid I'll have to start turning people down!"
Dagmar gasped, "But Cedrick! I can still help with the sewing! I'm pregnant - not disabled!"
Dagmar rolled her eyes. "And work yourself into an early grave? I think not! I'm perfectly able to stitch clothes together! In fact, I dare say I'm better at it than you!"
"But the baby..." Cedrick began to protest before Dagmar spoke over him.
"...Will keep," Dagmar finished for him. "Besides, have you considered what we will do when you open your new community store?"
When Cedrick sighed, she knew she'd won.
Orb's Year 947
And almost immediately, business was booming!
Cedrick shook his head with regret, "I'm sorry, but.."
"Oh please, sir!" she begged, thinking about how she'd spent all her gold on the stupid trinket from Marchant Wares when she'd just been browsing. Mama always said I was too prideful, she thought regretfully. With tears shimmering in her eyes, she explained, "You see, I spent all my coin on something I shouldn't have and that was all the money my mama gave me to get groceries and I need to bring food for my family home!" Cathy anxiously waited on his reply.
Cedrick grimaced. "I wish I could help you..." he said apologetically. "...I just don't have a position for you."
The girls shoulders dropped. "It's okay, sir. Thank you anyways," she said quietly, as though the weight of the world rested on her.
"There's no rush, Dagmar. I can speak with her tomorrow."
"No, the baby is being born right NOW, CEDRICK!" Dagmar bellowed.
"She's perfect," Dagmar corrected him. "Let's name her Danika Taylor."
Orb's Year 948
"Well, I've helped mend my younger siblings clothes. But I'm real quick with my fingers!"
"Hmmm, why don't you show me what you can do?" Dagmar suggested, leading the girl over to the sewing area.
"You're a natural!" Dagmar exclaimed. "What did you say your family does?"
"We've weavers, ma'am," Cathy responded without missing a stitch.