Early, early, early the next morning, Pocahontas got up and went to Grandmother Willow for the pondering thought about having more children. On the way, she tried to remember Mulan's words, but it was hard for her. Not that she didn't trust Mulan, she needed to see someone who REALLY related to her. As she got out of her little boat, she couldn't help but feel nervous. She climbed the tree while trying to calm herself down. She sat on the stump and closed her eyes. After afew minutes, Grandmother Willow's face appeared.

"What brings you here, child?" the oak tree asked. "John wants to have more children. Although I'm very open to the idea, I can't help but feel 2 things. The first is I'm afraid I'll never be able to love another child like Mace. The second is the possibility of me miscarrying." Pocahontas answered. Grandmother Willow just smiled. "Now, it's common for ALL mothers to feel that way about their first-born." she said sweetly. Pocahontas took a sigh of relief. "I had a fear I'd stop loving Mace the way I do now." she said. "But, I must ask you why you're fearful of a possible miscarriage." Grandmother Willow stated. Pocahontas took a deep breath. "I'm just afraid the child won't get to live life like it's supposed to." she confessed.

"I hate to admit this, but a miscarriage IS possible." Grandmother Willow said. Pocahontas was afraid she'd hear that. "Even though that only happens sometimes." Grandmother Willow continued. Pocahontas felt a weight get lifted off her shoulders. "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to have more children. I just have those concerns." she said. "You had that healthy boy just 6 months ago, didn't you?" Grandmother Willow asked. Pocahontas nodded. "Then it's likely you WON'T miscarry should you be expecting again." Grandmother Willow confided. "And once that child comes into the world, your heart will only grow bigger." she continued.

"Oh, thank you Grandmother Willow!" Pocahontas said as she hugged the old oak. Seconds later, her face was gone. Pocahontas rowed back to the cottage to get breakfast ready. Although she couldn't help but feel like she went against Mulan's own words, she felt like she had her spirits re-lifted. While heading back, she couldn't help but think about the time Mace was born. It was afew months after the China trip. Pocahontas had a pretty easy delivery. Kekata delivered the baby with John by her side. She smiled.

Just as she was walking to the front door of the cottage, a frantic John ran to her. "There you are! I didn't know where you were!" he puffed. "I was just out." Pocahontas reassured. "It's not like you to wander off like that early in the morning now." John replied. Pocahontas couldn't help but feel rather thankful about him not knowing where she was. She wiped that out of her head as she offered to make breakfast. The two headed inside.

Just as Pocahontas was getting ready to boil water, Merida sleepily stumbled into the kitchen. "What're ye makin'?" she asked. "Whatever comes to mind." Pocahontas answered simply. Merida made her way to the table and sat down. "Well, I hope it's somethin' big. I have a huge pang in my stomach." she stated. "Did you eat last night?" John asked. "I ate plenty. This just comes once in a wee while." Merida answered. Mulan and Shang got up a moment later.

"You're awful behind on breakfast this morning." Shang stated a corny way. "Shang! Mace probably kept her up half the night." Mulan scolded. "Actually Mulan, she was out this morning. I don't know why, but she was out." John cleared. "She probably went to get the food." Shang joked. Mulan just rolled her eyes. "I needed some air." Pocahontas confessed lying. Shang smirked while Mulan, John, and Merida looked at each other.