Life as lonesome
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Category:
S through Z › The Waltons
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,280
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Life as lonesome
Jim Bob Walton walked threw the woods by his family's home hoping to clear his head from the fight he'd just had with his siblings about whether he was weird or not for not wanting to go to some dumb dance.
Jim Bob couldn't see what all the fuss was about, he didn't like dancing, goofy girls hanging on him or the crummy music the girl hosting would surely pick!
Jim Bob stopped at the sound of a pain filled scream and ran toward it without thinking.
He came apun a woman with a bloody baby between her legs she was bleeding badly.
"Oh my" he said before running to her side.
"Miss, miss you'll be okay, I'll go get my momma" he said and looked at the woman, she couldn't be more then 20 she had olive skin and long pure black hair that was stuck to her pretty face with sweat and the most beautiful brown eyes he'd ever seen on anyone.
"No pplease don't go cut, cut my baby free I'm dieing please" she begged. Jim Bob knew how to cut the cord from helping his grandpa tend things on the farm. Jim Bob cut the little boy's cord and took off his shirt and wrapped him up in it to show his mother.
"He is so little" she said with a weak smile as Jim Bob held him before her.
"Most babies are." He said back.
"Yes but he's the best" she said proudly.
"Looks to be" Jim bob agreed looking at the baby boy all red and smish with a tuff of black hair on his little head and his cord tied off with Jim Bob's left shoestring. It was the best thing he'd ever seen he was sure.
"Are you a good boy?" she asked.
"I try to be ma'am, I really should get momma" he said scared for the woman.
"I'll be dead before you get back and I don't want to die alone" she answered grimily.
"I'll stay" he said the color running from his face.
"Thank you, what's your name?" she asked.
"James Robert Walton" he told her holding her child to his bare chest.
"I'm Anna Lonesome" she said.
"That's a pretty name" he said.
"It fit's me" she said sadly looking at her son.
"I have a dieing request, will you grant it?" she asked.
Jim Bob frowned, this was big.
"Yes ma'am if I can" he said.
"Keep my baby, give me your word you will." she said her eyes set on his face.
Jim Bob swallowed hard, he couldn't do that but he couldn't not do that either.
"Yes ma'am" he said.
"Your word?" she asked.
"You have it, I will take care of him like my own best I can" he said with a strong jerk of his head in a nod.
"Thank you, it's a him?" she asked with the saddest and sweetest smile he'd ever seen.
"Yes ma'am, a right fine little boy" he said.
"I wish to name my son hold him down here for me please?" she asked and he did.
"Alexander Rockcandy Lonesome" she said strongly though her body was now shaking.
"Rockcandy?" Jim Bob had to ask.
"I craved to so with him in my belly" she said her eyes starting to dull.
"I see" he said calmly.
"Take my jewelry when I die to feed him and keep the necklace to give him when he's older it's been in my family over 100 years and I'd like it to stay that way." she said her voice starting to shake now.
"Yes ma'am" he said tears coming to his eyes she was dieing.
"Bury me here in these woods I was born here 19 years ago and would like to rest here." she said the 13-year-old nodded he'd have to hide it but he'd do it.
"Teach him right, help him and tell him I love him all the time." she said.
"Yes ma'am." he said again the prayed with her before she drew her last breath.
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The teen cried over the young mother soon the little baby joined him for his first true cry.
Soon the boy and his new charge had snuck back on to the family's farm and into the barn. He milked the cow a little and fed the newborn the warm milk with drops from his fingers.
Once the bay was fed he took a shovel and knife and went back into the woods were Anna was.
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Alexander Rockcandy Lonesome watched the man he'd met first in this strange world from the ground dig a big hole in the ground he'd been born on. The man was crying and sweating.
He took shiny things from the lady's body crying harder then put her in the hole! Alexander began to cry too then.
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After covering Anna's body with dirt and praying over her grave he carved her grave marker into the she'd died under and was now buried under.
The carving read:
'Anna Lonesome
1935
luving mom died at 19'
It wasn't the best but it was the best he could do.
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Jim Bob hid Alexander in the barn hay away from the animals and went in the house saying hello to his mother and grandma in the kitchen as he walked up stairs. In his room he packed a few things in a bag and went to the attic and took a picture of his own momma, some of Elizabeth's baby things and too old but clean mason jars with lids.
He took his things out to the barn dressed the baby in a yellow jumper and milked the cow into the jars and the to old baby bottles before feeding his boy again.
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Jim Bob and Alexander left the Walton's farm and made way for the main road in hopes of hitching a ride.
Jim Bob couldn't see what all the fuss was about, he didn't like dancing, goofy girls hanging on him or the crummy music the girl hosting would surely pick!
Jim Bob stopped at the sound of a pain filled scream and ran toward it without thinking.
He came apun a woman with a bloody baby between her legs she was bleeding badly.
"Oh my" he said before running to her side.
"Miss, miss you'll be okay, I'll go get my momma" he said and looked at the woman, she couldn't be more then 20 she had olive skin and long pure black hair that was stuck to her pretty face with sweat and the most beautiful brown eyes he'd ever seen on anyone.
"No pplease don't go cut, cut my baby free I'm dieing please" she begged. Jim Bob knew how to cut the cord from helping his grandpa tend things on the farm. Jim Bob cut the little boy's cord and took off his shirt and wrapped him up in it to show his mother.
"He is so little" she said with a weak smile as Jim Bob held him before her.
"Most babies are." He said back.
"Yes but he's the best" she said proudly.
"Looks to be" Jim bob agreed looking at the baby boy all red and smish with a tuff of black hair on his little head and his cord tied off with Jim Bob's left shoestring. It was the best thing he'd ever seen he was sure.
"Are you a good boy?" she asked.
"I try to be ma'am, I really should get momma" he said scared for the woman.
"I'll be dead before you get back and I don't want to die alone" she answered grimily.
"I'll stay" he said the color running from his face.
"Thank you, what's your name?" she asked.
"James Robert Walton" he told her holding her child to his bare chest.
"I'm Anna Lonesome" she said.
"That's a pretty name" he said.
"It fit's me" she said sadly looking at her son.
"I have a dieing request, will you grant it?" she asked.
Jim Bob frowned, this was big.
"Yes ma'am if I can" he said.
"Keep my baby, give me your word you will." she said her eyes set on his face.
Jim Bob swallowed hard, he couldn't do that but he couldn't not do that either.
"Yes ma'am" he said.
"Your word?" she asked.
"You have it, I will take care of him like my own best I can" he said with a strong jerk of his head in a nod.
"Thank you, it's a him?" she asked with the saddest and sweetest smile he'd ever seen.
"Yes ma'am, a right fine little boy" he said.
"I wish to name my son hold him down here for me please?" she asked and he did.
"Alexander Rockcandy Lonesome" she said strongly though her body was now shaking.
"Rockcandy?" Jim Bob had to ask.
"I craved to so with him in my belly" she said her eyes starting to dull.
"I see" he said calmly.
"Take my jewelry when I die to feed him and keep the necklace to give him when he's older it's been in my family over 100 years and I'd like it to stay that way." she said her voice starting to shake now.
"Yes ma'am" he said tears coming to his eyes she was dieing.
"Bury me here in these woods I was born here 19 years ago and would like to rest here." she said the 13-year-old nodded he'd have to hide it but he'd do it.
"Teach him right, help him and tell him I love him all the time." she said.
"Yes ma'am." he said again the prayed with her before she drew her last breath.
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
The teen cried over the young mother soon the little baby joined him for his first true cry.
Soon the boy and his new charge had snuck back on to the family's farm and into the barn. He milked the cow a little and fed the newborn the warm milk with drops from his fingers.
Once the bay was fed he took a shovel and knife and went back into the woods were Anna was.
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
Alexander Rockcandy Lonesome watched the man he'd met first in this strange world from the ground dig a big hole in the ground he'd been born on. The man was crying and sweating.
He took shiny things from the lady's body crying harder then put her in the hole! Alexander began to cry too then.
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
After covering Anna's body with dirt and praying over her grave he carved her grave marker into the she'd died under and was now buried under.
The carving read:
'Anna Lonesome
1935
luving mom died at 19'
It wasn't the best but it was the best he could do.
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
Jim Bob hid Alexander in the barn hay away from the animals and went in the house saying hello to his mother and grandma in the kitchen as he walked up stairs. In his room he packed a few things in a bag and went to the attic and took a picture of his own momma, some of Elizabeth's baby things and too old but clean mason jars with lids.
He took his things out to the barn dressed the baby in a yellow jumper and milked the cow into the jars and the to old baby bottles before feeding his boy again.
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
Jim Bob and Alexander left the Walton's farm and made way for the main road in hopes of hitching a ride.