*If anda haven't already read my first fanfiction, please do as it is the story before this one and therefore this might not make sense unless anda have read it first. anda can find the story with the link below.
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John Smith had enjoyed two wonderful years with his wife Pocahontas. In those two years there had been ups and downs as with any married couple, but they never lost sight of how their cinta had been found again. Through the seasons that passed, they never lost each other. She had been the joy of his life and he had been hers. As perfect at their life was, there was a change that was to come. Many voices had spoken to calm them and advise them through the last nine months. Every voice was taken seriously as they locked it away in their mind. Now as Pocahontas lay on her back in pain, screaming for it to stop, there was no voice that could calm John. He remained strong for Pocahontas as she griped his hand so tightly, it send pain through his whole arm. He promised he would never let her go, even if that meant her hurting him. He knew the pain would be worth it. On the other side, stood her father Chief Powhatan as she gripped his hand as well.
    “Breath Pocahontas” Kekata said. “The spirits are here with us to calm you.”
    Pocahontas took deep breath as she continued to scream. Her tribe were fearful. There have been many others to go through this pain, though never had they heard screams so loud and painful from this ordeal. They looked through the tent to see her, though they were shocked at the hurt they saw on her face.
    With one final scream, there was a new sound that came to the world. John Smith gasped at the sight of her. He had never seen such a person of beauty before. The beautiful baby girl before him was of dark skin as her mother and hair black just as her mother too. After cleaning her, Kekata wrapped her in blankets and handed her over to Pocahontas who held her tenderly in her arms. John Smith leaned over them in a protective manner. As Pocahontas and John stared at each other, they felt an overwhelming feeling of joy that they have never felt before. John held them close and smiled. This is the cinta his mother always meant when she talked of it.
    “It’s amazing.” Chief Powhatan spoke. “She looks just like you. She’s beautiful.”
    “Thank anda father. I know she’ll grow up to be very happy.”
    “I know you’ll be good parents. The kind I can be proud of. I’ll leave anda two alone with your daughter.”
    Kekata followed Chief Powhatan out. Upon being alone, John and Pocahontas realized they needed to name their child. Pocahontas knew her name had to have a strong meaning, while John would have accepted any name if it made her happy.
    “Any name will be just fine, my love.”
    John looked at Pocahontas and was grateful to her. She was the mother of his child and now they never could be apart again. They truly had been found again. Pocahontas lifted her head forward, and at this John kissed her. They both knew this was the start of the rest of their lives together.
    “I know her name. It’s a fine name that I know will suit her well. She will be of strong spirit and so her name will mean spirit.”
    “That’s fine my dear, what is it?”
    “Catori.”

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