#dont ask me what the simzian war is lol i made it up

[jewishsimming]

The night that followed Jacob's talk with his wife's brothers and father brought him little sleep. He had not even spoken to his own father of his decision. With his father being of a similar age to Avram, and Jacob having heard the horrors of the Simzian War not forty years ago, he was keenly aware his father would not approve of leaving his wife and children to go to war.

Neither would Sarah.

“I know,” was the first thing she said when Jacob broached the subject the next morning. They had stepped out on the porch while the children were eating. “I know what you’re going to say. I do wish you would change your mind.”

“I don’t have a choice, love,” Jacob said gently.

“You do,” she replied angrily. “You do have a choice. You are needed here. I can barely handle Rachel and Sam on my own—not with another one on the way.”

“I spoke to your father.” Jacob patted her arm reassuringly. “You can move back to Lone Oak, let Perl and Golde help.”

It was pointless to argue; they both knew that he had made up his mind.