Miss Orléans / Arthur Morgan x OC

19: Guns

"Mama!" Came the usual voice that was energetic despite the sun have just rising. Soon followed by petter patters of her small feet running to the room, the door slammed
Open and before Elizabeth could react a small figure had already jumped on top of her.

With a loud groan, arms wrapped securely around the small girl, causing her to squirm. Opening her eyes slightly, Elizabeth was first greeted by Rosie's rat nest of her bed head. Smiling, she sighed out, still not releasing her hold on her daughter, "Good morning Rosie," voice was clam and gentle, unlike the energetic one that woke her.

"You're forgetting something Mama!"

"Is that so?" Elizabeth played dumb, scrunching her brows together as if she was thinking.

Frowning slightly, Rosie puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms, "You're being mean Mama! I'm gonna go tell James that you don't remember," she attempted to wiggle out of Elizabeth's hold but her mother's grip proved too strong for her.

"Let me guess," the older women pretended to think, "Is two little rascals turning 7 today?"

Not being able to contain her excitement, Rosie smiled excitedly up at her mother, "It's James and mines birthday!"

"Is it now! You two are growing, next thing you know you'll be getting gray hairs."

"Then James will look like Grandpa Hosea!"

Finally releasing Rosie, the girl sat up immediately , allowing Elizabeth to get up as well. Rolling her shoulders go release some tension, she ran a finger through her hair to comb it slightly, the cool morning air cause her to shiver slightly. Turning to Rosie, Elizabeth gave her a tender smile, "Why don't we greet your brother Rosie? Then you two get ready for the day."

Nodding, the young girl all but nearly jumped off the bed and ran towards her brothers room.

Chuckling at the girls energy, Elizabeth sat up and glanced out the window, curtains pulled back slightly. The sun had barely just rose, slight orange kissed the sky and yet Rosie was all ready to party.

Remembering what the twins birthday also landed on, a sad smile made it's way onto her lips, "You're watching over us...I know you are."

*****

"What's your plan Miss. Vogel?"

"What you mean by that?"

"You seem to have fancied Mr. Orléans, he fancies you. So you gonna be with him or waste your time on the gang?"

Rolling her dark blue eyes, Jocelyn peeked over the wagon that they were hiding in, watched several Law men ride pass them. They didn't bat an eyes towards there direction, the set of explosives that they were going off in the opposite direction of where they were going, maybe played a role in that. Hands firmly wrapped around her revolver, she glanced down to meet a lighter shade of blue eyes.

Sitting back down comfortably on the wagon, allowing herself to rest, she grasped the mans larger hands in her smaller ones. Both had their shares of cuts and bruises, neither hands were soft, "Thomas, I ain't leaving the gang if that's what you mean."

Running a hand through his dark red hair, Thomas pulled his hands away from Jocelyn, "You should," he turned away, not wanting to see her expression.

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Orléans seems like a nice fellow, he could give you a life you deserve. If you go with him you won't have to worry about the Law, where you'll be sleeping and certainly don't have to carry that gun around with you all the time."