Peering into the glowing embers of the fire, it casting a slow, almost lazy glow into the room, as the flames were growing smaller.Laying comfortably on her side in the bed she was sharing with her husband. Syrioh's arm was as usual draped over her hips, hips still slender even though the bump on her stomach had grown a little bit, just enough to fit in the size of his large palm.
Pulling the cover over a naked shoulder, pressing her head,caressed by the spill of dark strands feathering out over the pillow, into its softness and sighing contently. Thoughts starting to drift, them wandering back and forth and twist together, as thoughts usually do when one lay in the darkness of night.
Feeling his calm breath on her back, she smiles softly to herself.Her husband.He really was tall, dark and handsome. Just as all the heros had been in the tales spun by her mother when she was a child.Feeling a change in him lately, she had first wondered why, but soon she had realized that it was his way of preparing himself to become a Father.The change was good and she had embraced it fully.
Their child.Moving her hand to lay it across his that was resting on the small baby bump, letting their child feel both it's Mother's and Father's touch, almost like speaking to it through their combined hands. What would it look like?Was it a boy or a girl?
Chuckling softly thinking about this.Their loving banter about what they thought it would be. They both being so sure that they were right when they were guessing. " A secret that remained to seen" she thought to herself, barely able to contain herself, wanting that day to come right away.
The time had arrived for Syrioh to go back out to hunt again. This time he had said he was going to be out longer than he usually was, wanting to have everything set for the time the baby was arriving. Dreading this moment she knew it had to be done, but she would miss him terribly.
Four weeks.That is how long he had said he thought it would be. A whole passing of the moon.Sighing as she was thinking about it,always worrying that something would happen to him.Him of course telling her not to worry, herself still doing so.
Smiling softly into the darkness, as the glow of the fireplace had finally come to a still. Closing her eyes, letting the darkness draw her in, leaving her in the loving embrace of her husband.
