The next week and a half went smoothly, they moved quickly always resting for Charlie. Until they arrived in Montgomery. The city was highly populated filled with people from the surrounding area. The group moved into a hotel on the first night not finding an empty house within three miles of the city. The group had been settled for a couple days when Miles finally spoke up. "So what are we going to do well we're here." "We are going to sit back and relax and wait till my child is born. I don't want to draw any attention to us or Charlotte." Bass said in a demanding tone. "I can't just sit here and play house Bass. I have to do something, anything." "Well, you could get a job. I don't know what you want me to say? I mean, we came here for Charlie and the baby so we wouldn't have to worry about medicine or the delivery. We can't move." "I know..I know we can't move. I just thought there would be something to do. And with like no Patriots I have absolutely nothing to do." Miles sighed. "Look Miles, you're gonna have to learn to be patient. I'm sure the big red, white, and blue will shpw up eventually." Bass and Miles quieted for a few moments. "You know I wondered if you were..." But his words were cut off with a horrible scream from upstairs. "Bass!" "Charlie!" Bass bolted upright and ran up the stairs. "Charlie." "Bass!" "Bass" Bass entered the room to Charlie with tears streaming down her face. "Charlie, what's the matter? What's wrong?" Bass ran to Charlie's side. "Its the baby, here." She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach. At three months you could tell from a ways away Charlie was going to be a mother. As Bass' hand fell on Charlie's stomach and he felt the smallest bit of pressure his face ignited in happiness. He was overcome with joy. "Bass, can you feel?" He burst into tears. "Charlotte, shes already as feisty as her mother," he choked out through laughs and tears. "She is going to be beautiful." "Oh so now its a she. Would you just make up your mind?" she chuckled. Bass leaned over and kissed the stomach that held his child. "I love you and I will always protect you." Bass whispered. Charlie butted into the conversation. "You know, for being the ex-general of the Monroe Militia you can be extremely sentimental." "Uh huh." They sat like that for some time before Miles stormed upstairs. "Alright, I've been sitting downstairs for less than half an hour and I can't take it anymore. I have to do something." "Yeah Bass what are we going to do?" "What do you mean? We're going to relax." Bass shoved off the question. "Bass, we can't just sit here. We can't let the Patriots slip through our fingers. We have to do something." Charlie pressed. "Charlotte, I don't want anything to happen to you or our child." "Come on. I don't have to do anything dangerous, but we have to do something." Bass paced around the room "So what do you want to do? What do you suggest we do Miles?" Charlie spoke up instead. "Well they haven't infiltrated Alabama yet, at least not to our knowledge. We need to get close to the mayor here. See if he is ready to rise up against the Patriots." "That sounds awesome, but these are former Peach-Eaters, who happen to hate us. What if they won't even listen." "I guess I'll have to go."